Pan Hongsheng was very confused about the practice of North American small hotels saving energy.

Although his physique is much stronger than that of ordinary people, he is not very suitable for this limited-time heating.

In order to get closer to Orion's nest, he chose this hotel with not so good facilities and grades.

"Sir, it's time for us to clean up," the waiter was tall, big breasts were a bit exaggerated, with a red face, a typical North American country girl's demeanor, and wearing a dirty apron.

Pan Hongsheng suspected that the waiter was suspected of selling pornographic services in disguise, because who would come to clean up three times in the middle of the night?

To confirm his suspicion, he took out a hundred dollars and placed it on the table: "Thank you, this is a tip."

A pair of big meat bullets came over without his consent, hitting his cheeks wildly.

This American girl is very skilled in business, which made Pan Hongsheng surrender his gun in half an hour.

"You are pretty good! The Japanese boy next door died in three minutes." The American girl tied her hair up while rinsing her mouth. It seemed that she was so familiar with everything that she could no longer be familiar with.

Pan Hongsheng then came to his senses: "You... are really the waiter here?"

"It's not that I just walked into the wrong room," the big girl left with her hips. The swinging was so large that Pan Hongsheng stretched his neck for a long time: "I'm very happy to see you."

A hundred dollars were missing in his purse, but this little episode made him spend the night very fulfilling.

As for the guilt towards the girls at home, I slowly became confused with a deep sleepiness.

The hotel owner is a Jew, and he has all the advantages of all the Jews: for example, he is very frugal and stingy, but one thing that makes Pan Hongsheng admire is that he should not take anything to his own, and he has to return everything to the original owner, including the Swiss watch that Pan Hongsheng lost at the bar.

"Do you know Mr. Pan, when we Jews were defeated by other countries, only the princess and a dozen warriors left to a strange territory..."

"I have heard of this story more than once," the drunkard beside Pan Hongsheng laughed: "You don't want me to know what you are going to say? I have a question to ask you?"

The boss was a little scared, but he still asked: "Okay, Hull! Ask if you have any questions!"

"How did every princess and a dozen warriors develop into so many Jews now... How tired is the princess... "Hull said that everyone in the entire hotel burst into laughter!

Most of these come from nearby businessmen and business travelers, most of them are men, so they laugh particularly unscrupulously.

"Okay, you wild boar! Stop making fun of our nation," the hotel owner was a little angry: "You have not paid back the fifty dollars you owe me!"

"Yeah," the drunkard immediately stopped and buried his head to continue enjoying his breakfast.

The eating habits of Europeans and Americans are really different from those in China. What they call a meal is just a shallow plate with a few vegetable leaves plus a few thin slices of meat. Sometimes it is a little corn porridge or fried eggs, and sometimes it is a little cake. This is a meal.

Pan Hongsheng's Western restaurants run in China naturally dare not use these configurations in their original style, otherwise it would be strange if the pants were not lost.

Domestic Western restaurants cannot be considered real Western restaurants; real Western restaurants cannot be opened in China, because this structure of food is simply snacks in the eyes of oriental people.

Fortunately, Pan Hongsheng had been running outside for a long time and knew what to eat to fill himself. He ordered a Phoenix barbecue meal, plus double steak and smoked fish, and also ordered some cakes, sweets, gin, and this breakfast was first developed.

Just as he was about to enjoy breakfast, the big white man next door suddenly looked here and said "Oh" in surprise.

It was obvious that Pan Hongsheng's appetite scared him. In his eyes, this short Asian man could actually accommodate so much food, which was a bit incredible.

"That guy will definitely not finish it." He said to his fellow rosacea, a fat man in the table, "I bet he must have half of it."

"You don't know them Asians, the smaller they are, the more they can eat," Rosacea obviously has a richer experience: "I have worked in Asia for a while, so I have gained so much weight! Although they eat a lot, they have a lot of activity every day, so they have digested everything they eat."

Pan Hongsheng heard the conversation between the two people. He smiled without saying a word and stuffed a large piece of steak into his mouth.

Among all Western foods, the fastest thing that Chinese people accept is steak. According to traditional views, at least this is also a large piece of beef, which is the ultimate thing to eat.

In the eyes of ordinary Chinese people, spending hundreds or thousands or even thousands of yuan to eat Western food, eating chopped vegetable leaves, large pieces of meat or sweets, is simply throwing money into the fire.

The fried cake shop on the roadside is always a prosperous business, while the Western restaurant is always a niche.

People who can afford to eat cannot get used to it; people who can't afford to eat cannot eat it.

Only literary youths or pseudo-literary youths who ask their girlfriend to play romantically once will choose Western restaurants.

Just as the two uncles were arguing about Pan Hongsheng's breakfast that could not be eaten, Pan Hongsheng's eyes lit up, and familiar yellow skin appeared in front of him.

"Hello, are you also Japanese?" Pan Hongsheng understood that he was a Japanese as soon as the other party spoke his poor English and strong Kansai accent.

He didn't answer, just shook his head slightly, thinking in his heart that this wouldn't be what the North American girl said about Mr. Three Minutes.

"Sorry, sorry! Hay!" The Japanese in Kansai accent nodded and sat next to him.

Because the rest of the tables are huge American men, it really feels like a mouse entering the elephant herd by playing tables with those people.

The short Japanese man seemed to be a clerk in an electronics company, with a large stack of documents in his hand. Pan Hongsheng glanced and saw that the English label on the document was Sony Company.

Sony Entertainment Company? This is a large group and large company that has an influence all over the world. Pan Hongsheng remembers that his ally Shigeshe Aomori already has more than 40% of the company's actual holdings, which means that this person has something to do with him.

The Japanese ordered a coffee, a large portion of fries and salmon, and a bucket of fried shrimp and potatoes. They looked a lot, comparable to Pan Hongsheng.

Asians who come to North America basically have this habit, as long as they allow it financially.

The two uncles next to him did not make any bets anymore. It seemed that the big man had lost a game and was drinking in a depressed mood. He had to pay double payments for today's bill.

Americans are the most accustomed to the A-system, except at parties.

Someone once joked that even if a prostitute goes to dinner with a customer in the United States, he has to pay his own expenses. The prostitute has his own style, so you don’t need to invite him; he has no feelings for you except business.

The two of them exchanged a few words while having dinner. It turned out that the Japanese man was named Otani, and it was sent by Sony to the southern United States to investigate the feedback from the TV game console.

There are many Sony users in North America, but recently, a small detail has caused a large-scale loss of users. The reason is that the new generation of TV game consoles have the functions of high-definition DVD players, and Sony does not want gamers to have these functions; so this function has been blocked.

Hackers in North America are unable to stay idle, so this kind of thing naturally cannot escape their eyes. So the hackers cracked the blocking password of Sony game console all night and announced it to the public through the forum.

Everyone was happy now, but Sony made an unwise move: sue the hacker.

The hacker was arrested in Newfoundland and faced multiple charges.

Although according to North American law and jury system, the hacker will not be imprisoned. After all, he did not use this thing to make a profit, but the luxurious lawyer team sold by Sony was entangled, causing the enthusiastic hacker to stay in prison for several months.

"To be honest, your headquarters handled this matter a bit stupid. If you really want to completely block this function, you should continue to strengthen your defense level and be cracked by others to sue the hacker. This is an act that is not worth the effort." Pan Hongsheng, as a person in the game industry, is qualified to make a statement. He said to the Japanese: "You wait and see, this will cause big trouble. Hackers have another heroic color in the minds of Americans. They are not for profit. You will anger the entire hacker class like this!"

"You are right, but the trouble has come. I came for this trouble." Otani said with a sad face: "Our server was attacked by a hacker cluster last month and was completely paralyzed! The earliest one was that thousands of users' information was wiped out, and these users were suing us... and more users were losing... As you said, we were in big trouble."

Pan Hongsheng knew the mood of an online game player's account being drifted. His server had similar problems before, but it took a lot of manpower and material resources to settle it. This is still in China where players are more likely to serve.

In front of American players who always sue and call themselves at any time, such incidents are no less than bolt from the blue and bone-eroding poison.

The impact of these thousands of prosecutors can make Sony's performance disappear for more than half of this year.

Thinking about it as a company under his allies, Pan Hongsheng still gave him advice: "Never do not want to be opposed now; try your best to appease those users, and then give the hackers an explanation appropriately; we Chinese say that peace is the most important thing, especially those who do business, no matter what industry you are in, you will always make enemies, which is not good."

"Hi! Hi! You are right instructing me. It seems that Pan Sang knows a lot about the game industry. He should be an insider. Which game company is in high quality?" The Japanese are meticulous and seemingly loyal Otani also play cliché games.

But compared with Pan Hongsheng's skills in making turns, he was still a little immature; soon Pan Hongsheng shifted the topic from his identity to the topic of whether it is better to eat dumplings, vinegar or chili.

"I agree with you. Using vinegar may be healthier! But I personally like dumplings dipped in chili!" Otani obviously got into the trap, talking endlessly about his participation in the dumpling competition held by Hamamatsu. Although he only ranked sixth, the ham dumplings he made were also well received by the judges.

Due to Otani's conversation and kindness, Pan Hongsheng once forgot his title of Mr. Three Minutes. In fact, these Japanese guys are not as rigid as everyone imagines, and they also love to eat, sleep, and love beauty.

After breakfast, the two were about to part ways, and suddenly one hand slapped their table.

Pan Hongsheng looked up and saw that it was the big white man next door who lost the bet. He obviously blushed a lot. His whole body weight seemed to be pressing on the table, which was so simple that the table was bared.

"What's wrong?" Pan Hongsheng saw that Otani's face changed because of fright, and asked impatiently: "Is there anything wrong with this gentleman?"

"I'm sorry!" He was drunk too much. At this time, the big companion fat man came over and pulled the other party with his hands: "Isn't it just a bet that he lost? What's up with him?"

Otani recovered from his senses, as if he felt a little timid just now, so he hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "Sorry, you are too rude to do this!"

"Hmm?" The big man raised his blood-red eyes and smiled.

Before Pan Hongsheng could stop him, he slapped Dagu and landed on the dining table next door, making a bunch of soup and cream.

The Jewish boss picked up the phone in a concealed manner and called the police.

"Haha! You greedy Asian ghosts! Have enough food!" The big man seemed to want to catch Pan Hongsheng, but the fat man grabbed his arm from behind: "You are crazy! The police will arrest you!"

Pan Hongsheng didn't make a sound, pulled Dagu up and stuffed it into his mouth. Dagu was shaking with the cigarette in his mouth: "What's wrong? This is what's wrong..."

"Take a deep breath," Pan Hongsheng lit a cigarette for him and turned around.

The big man had already got rid of his friends and looked at Pan Hongsheng with alcohol: "You little things! What are you doing here for us? Get out! There is no need for railway construction here anymore. I hate eating Chinese food!"

Pan Hong saw no one saw Pan Hong’s punch, but only saw the big man falling down and vomiting.

The punch hit the stomach and spit out the wine and the food I just ate.

"Wow!" The big white man kept vomiting, and the Jewish boss and other travelers surrounded him to watch the fun. Pan Hongsheng had already grabbed Dagu and walked away.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Otani's eyes were covered with cream and he kept nodding: "But I don't understand, why didn't you wait for the police to come and arrest him and deal with him?"

“As far as I know, it takes a long time to deal with such things at the police station, and then there are long lawsuits and lawsuits, do you have that much time?”

"Ah! No! I'm very tight on time. Today I'm going to visit seven or eight old users' homes... Thank you for your reminder! I saw the punch you just now, it's so amazing!" Otani obviously admired Pan Hongsheng: "If I guess correctly, you must have used Chinese Kung Fu just now, right?"

Pan Hongsheng shook his head and nodded again.

Perhaps in the eyes of foreigners, kung fu represents all Chinese martial arts.

"I suggest you find a place to change your clothes and take a shower first. Don't go to that place just now. It's not that you are afraid of him. We are in a hurry and can't afford to spend time with that kind of person." Pan Hongsheng was still thinking about Orian's affairs, so he was extremely cautious in handling things.

If it's okay in normal times, I have to repair the drunkard well, and this time I'll get the kid.

"Thank you! Thank you! I went back and took out my luggage as soon as I took it out. I was lucky to meet you."

Pan Hongsheng bid farewell to Dagu and looked around for public telephone booths with the number left by Orion.

Although it is just a mobile phone number, Pan Hongsheng still thinks it is better to be careful and concealed. Exposing any information about him is risky.
To be continued...