The System Let Me Go Fortune Telling

Chapter 370

Speaking of Thailand, the first thing many people think of is ladyboy, and they think this is the country’s main specialty.

In fact, everyone’s thinking is too evil. This is definitely a misunderstanding.

Thailand still has many other unique things, such as monks, elephants, durians, snake medicine, beauties…and so on.

Especially beautiful women, there are really many.

According to statistics, the male to female ratio in Thailand is 1:2, and among males, a considerable number of people choose to become ladyboys.

However, most beauties are not rare for Chinese who also have black hair, but are more inclined to white skin. This may be the so-called smell of distant smell and smell of the pot.

It was the hot season at this time, so when the car was driving on the street, Fan Xiaolei’s head had never been lifted because of various waves.

He took the flight directly from the provincial capital of Shu, and when Wu Jun and the others arrived, he had been waiting at the airport for several hours.

There are many Chinese in Thailand.

In terms of population alone, the number of Chinese ranks second among the thirteen races. Six of the top ten on the Forbes list of the country’s richest people are Chinese.

However, it is not easy for the Chinese to obtain legal status in Thailand. It all depends on an old man surnamed Zhang, and even the establishment of diplomatic relations between Huatai and Thailand. This old man has done a lot.

This time, Fan Peng was invited to come, and it was Zhang Guming, the fourth-generation great-grandson of the old man surnamed Zhang.

As a small branch of a large family, Zhang Guming has invested in many industries, and he has been very smooth under the shade of his ancestors.

The person who came to greet Fan Peng was a man in his forties, named Li Shenghan, who was well dressed, and was a character similar to Zhang Guming’s butler.

Arrived at the hotel but at 3 pm local time, which is 4 pm in the country.

Everyone has washed away the tiredness all the way, Zhang Guming has arranged a dinner party to catch the wind.

It was the first time Wu Jun had experienced this kind of thing like preparing dinner at three o’clock.

“I won’t go.”

Zou Hai doesn’t seem to have much energy, and Fan Peng is here for “business”, but he is here to travel, and the roads are different. He decides to go to Pattaya tomorrow alone.

In fact, Wu Jun also wanted to abandon Fan Peng and go around for fun, after all, it is rare to come here.

However, he was curious about what Feng Shui was, and Fan Peng did it once and still hadn’t settled it.

Finally, after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to check with Van Peng, in case something interesting happened.

Fan Peng is still the same as in China, wearing a small plaid shirt, a bit like two pieces of 30 yuan on a roadside stall, loose linen suspenders, which will shake and shake when walking, very amorous.

Yellow leather shoes and white socks, this taste is almost no one else, the soil is scumming.

It’s no wonder that he often receives cold reception, and he doesn’t look like a powerful Mr. Feng Shui.

I don’t pay much attention to image.

Wu Jun thinks that he is very good. The Heavenly Master suit sounds very cool.

However, he thought about it for a long time when he wore the celestial vest, and he still wore a short-sleeved t-shirt for the base, otherwise it would be too glamorous.

Sitting in Li Shenghan’s car again, came to a magnificent hotel, followed the waiter to a huge private room upstairs, the owner Zhang Guming had been waiting for a long time.

It is said to be a private room, but in fact there is only a circle of railings around, the whole circle upstairs is like this, it is said that it is for the convenience of watching the performance.

Wu Jun originally thought it was too early for dinner, but after looking around for a week, there were no empty seats upstairs.

It seems that in terms of enjoying this, the Chinese are still a little bit worse.

Fan Peng and Zhang Guming are old acquaintances, so a lot of opening greetings are omitted, which makes Wu Jun breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhang Guming’s typical middle-aged and elderly people look kind, with a soft voice, and are very polite to Fan Peng.

But his complexion didn’t look very good, with a paleness as he recovered from a serious illness.

On his right is a young man in his early twenties, which is somewhat similar to him. Fan Peng told him that it was Zhang Guming’s son, Zhang Xipan, and that the child might be short of water in Five Elements.

And this name sounds a bit damn, maybe it has something to do with the national conditions of Thailand.

Wu Jun noticed that on Zhang Guming’s left hand, sat a middle-aged man with sharp eyes, a lean face and a small beard.

The status of the person who can sit next to him is naturally very important.

And since they came in, this person has been looking at Fan Peng inadvertently, with hostility in his eyes.

Of course, this kind of casual dining occasion is naturally accompanied by beautiful women.

Next to Zhang Xipan sat two beautiful women, like a pair of sisters.

Big sis seems to be no more than twenty and is well-developed. From Fan Xiaolei’s never daring to look straight, it can be judged that it is at least D.

Little Sister’s age may be too young. In all aspects, it is far behind Big sis. It is a flat type, but with big eyes, he has been looking at Wu Jun and Fan Xiaolei, full of curiosity.

So many people appeared.

The table is very large, not really a table, but a combination of eight small tables in a circle, with a large pile of fruits in the middle, exuding a strong fruity fragrance.

There is a maid standing at each small table, not all beautiful and beautiful, but the figure and temperament are good, and the age is definitely not more than twenty years old.

Fan Peng whispered that the local service is world-class, and these maids can speak Chinese, and there are even real transgenders among them, but it is difficult to distinguish them.

Not a ladyboy, but a transgender, these are two different concepts.

Wu Jun thinks it’s no wonder, this guy always likes to come here.

“Fan Xiansen,” Zhang Guming said with a smile after everyone sat down, “I will introduce you to Mr. Law Zonglaweimen.”

“Oh, Mr. Law, hello.”

Lao turned his head and glanced at Fan Peng, and said in a rather blunt Chinese language, “You can call me Mr. Zongla Weimeng, or call me Lord Lao, but don’t call me old gentleman. Common sense.”

This hostility is even more obvious.

Could this person be with Fan Peng, because he is afraid that Fan Peng will come and take away his business?

“Hehe, Mr. Fan may not know,” Zhang Guming is so sophisticated, he naturally heard the dissatisfaction in Lao’s heart, and he smiled and rounded it off, “The name of the local is first, and the last name is last.”

At this time, Little Sister, who was sitting on the tablet next to Fan Xiaolei, whispered to Fan Xiaolei: “Lao translates into Chinese, which means handsome.”

Fan Xiaolei sprayed water directly under the table, choking and coughing, his face flushed.

Seeing that she was “in trouble”, Ping Mei lowered her head and smirked. It seems that she has no affection for this handsome gentleman.

Wu Jun was also amused.

Hansome?

Baganzi doesn’t have anything to do with these two characters because of his appearance. I don’t know what his parents thought when they named him.

By the way, it seems that in the local area, children are named by educated monks. Parents have no rights in this regard.

“Fan Uncle,” Zhang Xipan is obviously close to Fan Peng. Maybe he didn’t want everyone to be embarrassed, so he changed the subject, “You are struggling all the way, so let’s eat first. The performance is about to begin.”

At his suggestion, the maid standing behind everyone immediately opened a golden lid on the table skillfully, and then someone pushed the dining car and brought small soup pots into the table.

The soup bowl is milky white soup with chives and tomatoes floating on it.

The waiter took a dipping dish for each person, and served a variety of seafood, meat and vegetables.

It seems to be going to eat hot pot.

Wu Jun had heard of Thai hot pot a long time ago, but he never had the opportunity to try it.

To be honest, he personally thinks that it is really not delicious.

Especially the dipping sauce, he thought it had a very strange smell.

Fan Xiaolei didn’t seem to like the taste very much, and he didn’t like seafood, so he kept letting the maid cook the dishes.

“Aren’t you used to eating?” The tablet next to Little Sister seemed interesting to him.

Fan Xiaolei nodded, probably because the little girl is a tablet, so he seldom replied: “I rarely eat seafood before.”

Even if you want to eat seafood in Shu, you will add a lot of pepper, pepper, ginger, garlic and other things to cover up the fishy smell. It is rarely eaten by boiling directly with water.

“You can order a pineapple fried rice,” Ping Pian Little Sister enthusiastically recommends, “This should suit your appetite.”

“OK, thanks.”

Fan Xiaolei no longer had the initial cramps, and chatted with the tablet Little Sister very happily in a low voice.

“What’s your name?”

“Fan Xiaolei, how about you?”

“My name is Mou Li. If translated into Chinese, it is Jasmine.”

When Wu Jun heard the word Jasmine, he couldn’t help but glance at her.

If only his Jasmine was so gentle, that would be great.

“Next door is my Big sis, called Gula, which means Qiangwei in Chinese,” Jasmine continued, “She is Zhang Xipan’s girlfriend.”

From the whispered chat between the two, Wu Jun knew that this girl named Jasmine was only 17 years old this year and was still a student.

She is very proficient in Chinese because she aspires to be a tour guide after graduation.

It wasn’t that Wu Jun wanted to eavesdrop on them, but it was the chats of other people on the table, which was even more boring than he thought.

As the two got to know each other more and more, Jasmine’s chair was about to move to Fan Xiaolei’s side, and finally said in a very small voice in Fan Xiaolei’s ear: “That Lao, is a lowered head teacher, don’t look!”

Fan Xiaolei hurriedly lowered and raised his head.

Wu Jun was also curious when he heard it. When he was young, there were a lot of depressors in Hong Kong city movies, but most of them were sordid, dark, and evil characters. Now there are very few subjects in this area.

He didn’t know why someone with Zhang Guming’s identity should invite a lower head teacher by his side, and he seemed to respect him.

“Some time ago, Uncle Zhang hit someone else’s head, and he saved it.”

I see.

The so-called solution of the bell must be tied to the bell.

After being hit by the head drop technique, it is natural to ask the head drop teacher to solve it.

Zhang Guming is a businessman, and he should be very strong. After all, there is a huge family behind him. Offending people is inevitable.

But does this magical thing like head drop technique really exist?