Lu Xun once said that those women who are arrogant and love to show off are basically beautiful women in film and television novels, but in reality they are more likely to be dinosaurs.

Song Che was not sure whether Lu Xun had said this, but looking at Sister Ling's big and thick figure, he deeply felt that seeing netizens these days is indeed a career with a huge risk factor—just like rescuing a severe patient with cerebral hemorrhage, myocardial infarction and acute organ failure at the same time.

Because in addition to being vigilant about beauty filter PS, you also have to be wary of your coquettish voice.

"Brother dei, are you sure this woman's business card in your group, isn't Jia Ling from the medical field?"

Zhu Xie lowered his voice and muttered with his still numb vocal cords, his face extremely serious and solemn.

Song Che sighed, "Be content, at least the gender is normal, not a big guy who stings his feet."

When he heard that his gender was normal, Zhu Xie shivered inexplicably and couldn't help but look at the bikini girl beside Sister Ling.

However, the bikini girl had already taken off the popular bikini suit, changed into a white shirt and a straight skirt, and stood at the door of the hotel with Sister Ling.

Although the gender is still to be discussed, it has to be said that Miss Lisa is indeed very honest and can hold any style, especially against Sister Ling's strong figure, she looks even more outstanding in style.

However, the two men standing behind them were already tired and no longer in love.

After this trip to Thailand, they began to doubt their aesthetic outlook on life.

Suddenly, Sister Ling turned her face full of wealth and hooked her fingers at Song Che and Zhu Xie in a very charming way.

Song Che and Zhu Xie couldn't stand Sister Ling's continued to pose, and hurriedly approached.

"Remember, if you follow me to see someone later, you will say that you are the helper I invited. If no one recognizes you, don't say too much, understand?" Sister Ling reminded.

Song Che nodded.

In fact, Sister Ling is just thinking too much.

Although he is considered an internet celebrity expert in the country,

But there is basically no reputation in Thailand.

However, Sister Ling’s reminder still makes sense.

When you are new to the city, it is better to speak less and listen more. Be cautious.

"As for you," Sister Ling looked at Zhu Xie and said, "You are Song Didi's follower. Anyway, you are just as frustrated as you, that is, you are just a follower."

Zhu Xie: "???!!!..."

Just when Zhu Xie was feeling extremely aggrieved, Song Che suddenly made up his sword: "Remember, you can only use Zhu Fu to this identity here."

In contrast, Zhu Xie's identity is more sensitive.

In order to avoid arousing fear from the Thai police, Zhu Xie could only use his identity as an "ordinary citizen". At this time, his former name was used.

But this name is the most taboo stain in Zhu Xie's life.

God knows how much shame he suffered when he was young because of this earthy name.

Zhu Xie felt a little ache and said angrily: "I know, you don't need to remind me from time to time, and, don't call me this name in private!"

Song Che said sincerely: "Okay, Fulai."

Zhu Fulai: "~!@#%…&*((——))"

At this moment, a Mercedes-Benz business car drove to the door of the hotel.

As soon as the car stopped and the door opened, a dark-skinned young man walked out of the driver's seat and greeted Sister Ling in Mandarin.

"Doctor Lin, my dad asked me to pick you up."

"Thank you, Ayan."

Sister Ling smiled slightly and took advantage of the break from getting in the car to explain to Song Che: "He is the grandson of Mr. Zhang, the client, Zhang Weiyan."

Song Che's focus was not here, and he asked, "Your surname is Lin, you don't really call him Lin Chiling, right?"

Sister Ling threw her eyes and said, "Guess."

On a hot day, Song Che immediately felt chilled.

After a few people got in the car, they were speechless.

After turning around in Bangkok city, Mercedes-Benz business car finally arrived at an extremely prosperous commercial area!

This is Bangkok Chinatown!

Its scale and prosperity are the top in Chinatowns across Southeast Asia!

And as the name suggests, almost all the residents are Chinese, overseas Chinese, and Song Che passed by, looking around, the shops and shops around him were all in Chinese.

The business car parked in front of an old Chaoshan style building. On the solid wood lintel plaque, there was a line of regular characters engraved: Xiangsheng Gold Shop!

After Sister Ling led a few people out of the car, the young man following the driver walked into the door.

The furnishings in the shop are actually the style of the shop in the early world, and they also enshrine the three official figures of blessing, wealth and longevity, exuding a sense of vicissitudes of history.

"Dad, Sister Ling is here."

The young driver shouted to a middle-aged man who was settled behind the counter.

The middle-aged man looked up at the few people, and his equally dark faces smiled, and said enthusiastically: "Doctor Lin, please sit in there quickly."

"Uncle Zhang, don't be polite. We are here to find Mr. Zhang." Sister Ling said, and walked around the counter and walked inside.

"My cousin is still talking to someone upstairs. I'll let someone inform you first, you can wait."

Uncle Zhang turned his head and said to the young driver: "Xiao Yan, go up and let me know."

"Okay." The driver walked into the back hall of the shop very quickly, and then the sound of stepping on the stairs came.

"Doctor Lin, you might as well have a cup of tea first and wait. Uncle may not be able to get free later."

Uncle Zhang raised his hand and signaled the Eight Immortals Table in the back hall.

"Yes, but you don't have to entertain you anymore. Let's go ahead and go."

Sister Ling spoke in a delicate voice and gentle manner, but with the smile on her face that looked like a chrysanthemum blooming, it really made people feel a little nervous.

Uncle Zhang didn't know if he couldn't stand the strong contrast between this voice and appearance, so he laughed dryly and let Sister Ling and others take it upon themselves.

However, when he made the way, he took advantage of the wrong gap and observed the two faces of Song Che and Zhu Xie.

When she walked into the back hall of the fully wooden structure, Song Che saw the couplet hanging on both sides of the main seat of the head:

"Business is prosperous and wealth is prosperous across the world"

When you see these traditional things in a foreign country, you always feel a little intimate.

However, Song Che's mood has always been cautious.

Intuition told him that this gold shop was extraordinary...

After sitting down, Sister Ling familiarly picked up the thermos pot and poured three cups of cold boiled rice. Only Zhu Xie's portion was missing: "As a follower, you must have the awareness of a follower."

Of course, Zhu Xie knew that Sister Ling was targeting her like this because she was unfair to Lisa and was too lazy to compete. Instead, she looked at the Eight Immortals table seriously and said, "The best-quality golden nanmu wood carving is probably bigger than the four of us combined, depending on the year."

"Do you still understand these?" Song Che said curiously.

"My brother's family's ancestors do this. My grandfather had bought antiques in the second-hand market in Panjiayuan, Beijing. I followed him and heard some of them." Zhu Xie replied proudly.

Song Che immediately remembered Zhu Xie's resume background.

This guy is an old native of the capital, and his family also has some background in the capital.

But later his family fell into trouble and his parents passed away, so he went to Europe alone to join his relatives.

"After all, I am the richest man in Chinatown, Bangkok, so it's not uncommon to have these ancient pieces," said Sister Ling.

"How rich is your customer?" Zhu Xie became more interested when he mentioned money.

"Let me put it this way, the land deeds of this street belong to the old man Zhang upstairs." Sister Ling pointed to the upstairs and said, "Often the neighbors call him a landlord."

Well... it's really rich!

While nothing happened, Sister Ling simply ate melon seeds while briefly explaining the situation of the landlord.

The landlord, Mr. Zhang, whose real name is Zhang Xiangsheng, is rumored that his parents fled from Chaoshan to Bangkok during the Civil War in the last century.

Like many older Chinese in Thailand, Zhang Xiangsheng's parents were very hardworking and hard-working. By digging tin mines, they quickly gained a foothold in the local area.

After Zhang Xiangsheng was born, he relied on his cleverness and intelligence to open his own gold shop, which is now the Xiangsheng gold shop and has saved his first pot of gold.

With this pot of gold, Zhang Xiangsheng bought land and bought property on a lot of money, and soon owned a large area of ​​real estate in Chinatown.

But he was not satisfied and went out of Chinatown and continued to engage in real estate, dig gold mines, and medicinal materials.

In the end, he became the richest man in Chinatown, Bangkok.

In fact, his wealth is also among the top ten in Thailand!

"Everyone is so rich, are you still living here?" Zhu Xie wondered.

"Most of the rich people of the older generation are like this." Sister Ling smiled and said, "I have been dominating outside for decades. When I get older, I will inevitably miss my homesickness. According to his old man, only by staying in this prosperous store can he feel at ease. Otherwise, with his value, there is no need to spend any effort to run such a time-honored brand."

"This is the reason." Zhu Xie, as a wanderer who had been away for ten years, also resonated with him.

But he was more concerned about money at this moment: "Then you are so persistent in completing this task, I guess the old richest man will be very rewarded, right?"

"It's just the ten-year mining rights of a gold mine." Sister Ling said lightly.
To be continued...