After the matter was over, Su Butong and Zhao Min took Shuangye to Dong'an Market. The three of them ate fried red fruits, candied crabapples, honeyed kumquats and candied haws while shopping. They arrived in front of the Dong'an Market.

Beijing Dongfeng Market.

"Isn't this called Dongfeng Market?" Su Butong pointed to the sign at the door and looked at Zhao Min with an expression that said, "Don't bully me for not knowing how to read."

Zhao Min was angry and funny, "What do you know, kid? This place used to be called Dong'an. It was not because I thought it was not revolutionary that I changed it to Dongfeng Market. I'm still used to calling it Dong'an Market. Who told this place to be close to Dong'an Gate?"

"Come on, I've learned a lot." Su Butong said. In later generations, although Dong'an Market was still there, it had become New Dong'an. Su Butong could not find any trace of it similar to that of later generations.

After entering the door and walking for a while, a large food hall appeared in front of Su Butong. Futaba's eyes were opened.

Zhao Min was considered the host, and he was leading the two "country bumpkins" Su Butong and Futaba to visit the big city (Zhao Min laughed.) They came to a fried belly counter, ordered a fried belly, and then went to a soybean juice counter.

Then I made a thermos of soybean juice, and then invited Subudon and Futaba to eat. Subutong didn't mind the taste of the soybean juice, but Futaba's eyes and nose almost squeezed together as soon as he took a mouthful of the soybean juice.

"It tastes so bad." Futaba was unhappy.

"You'll get used to it if you drink more." Su Butong teased her.

He used chopsticks to pick up the belly and dipped it in sesame sauce. After Futaba licked the sesame sauce with the tip of his tongue, he became more and more happy as he ate. After a while, Zhao Min came over with pickles and sesame seeds. The three of them ate so deliciously.

"Futaba will follow you from now on, where do you plan to go to school?" After being drunk and full, Zhao Min didn't want to move, so Zhao Min chatted with Su Butong. While chatting, he didn't forget to order a sour plum soup for Futaba.

mouth.

"I plan to let her go to No. 4 Middle School." Su Butong answered honestly.

"Are you stupid? No. 4 Middle School is so far away. You live in Haidian, and you want her to go to Xicheng to go to school every day?"

"Then what do you think we should do?" Su Butong had no temper. Who knew that he was just a university student in the capital, while the person in front of him was a native of the capital.

"If you ask me, here in Haidian, you can read Bayi, the National People's Congress, and Shuangye, the Tsinghua University affiliate. The National People's Congress is right across from your company. You can just go to a parent-teacher meeting or something like that." Zhao said.

Min thought for a while and said.

Su Butong smiled and said, "Don't you want her to receive the best education?"

"Yes, you are a bit like an elder brother like a father now. What Futaba needs now is to make a few more good friends in China, so that she can have more to talk about when she recalls her youth. You send her to No. 4 Middle School every day, and you go back and forth on the way.

It wasted a lot of time and she didn't have time to play by herself." Zhao Min looked matter-of-factly.

"Then you must study hard and become a useful talent to China when you grow up." Su Butong opened his eyes and told lies. He knew clearly that Futaba was from Japan, but in fact he just wanted to cultivate another little Japanese who loves China.

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Shuangye drank sour plum soup quietly, listening to Zhao Min and Su Butong arguing about which middle school she should go to. Suddenly she felt a taste of happiness. This taste was long-lost and unfamiliar, as if the person sitting next to her was the one she loved most.

Like her closest relatives, they are caring about her.

In the end, Su Butong and Zhao Min decided to let Shuangye decide which middle school to go to. Shuangye thought for a while: "Then let's go to the National People's Congress."

Zhao Min clapped her hands: "The right choice, congratulations on becoming my alumnus."

"Okay." Since Futaba has made his own decision, Subutong will not force his own ideas on Futaba. The most important thing is that Futaba is happy.

"Do I need to tell my friends at the Education Committee about this?" Su Butong thought for a while, and then wondered if there was any other process involved.

"For the sake of Futaba being so cute, I will take care of this matter, so you don't have to worry about it." Zhao Min rarely took the initiative to take care of himself.

"Okay, I need you to talk to me if I need anything." Su Butong borrowed the donkey down the slope and said.

"De Xing, just think about how to thank me properly." Zhao Min suddenly remembered something and said: "Why did that old gangster call you Zhang Wuji? Are you taking advantage of me, pretending that I haven't watched "Eternal Dragon Sword"

"?"

Su Butong never expected that Zhao Min would change the topic so quickly, and his expression immediately became very exciting: "I said it was a misunderstanding, do you believe it?"

"Humph." Zhao Min stared at Su Butong to see what he would say.

Su Butong told Zhao Min the ins and outs of the future. Zhao Min didn't say anything else but said: "Zhang Wuji doesn't sound good. From now on, you can only use Zeng Aniu."

Futaba looked at Su Butong with curious eyes and said word by word: "Zeng~a~niu?"

"Yes, little Futaba." Subutong patted Futaba's head helplessly, and was threatened by Futaba's small fist in protest. Didn't he know that he would not grow taller if he did this?

After the conversation was almost over, Su Butong drove Zhao Min back to the police station and took Shuangye back to the company.

When he came back, Liu Zhi took him to a room. It turned out that while he was on a business trip for a few days, Liu Zhi and others discussed how to watch Japanese TV, so they jointly used the company's money to find someone to record and broadcast in Japan.

Japanese TV programs, and then find someone to translate them using linear editing software, so that some information can be grasped in a timely manner.

It has to be said that in the era before the Internet, using video mail to listen to and watch foreign programs was a quick and convenient way to obtain information. What's more, it was subtitled, so even if you didn't understand Japanese, you could understand what it meant. Because going abroad

, Liu Zhi and others have a much broader vision. In mainland China at this time, watching foreign TV programs always has the meaning of "watching enemy channels". If someone reports them, these people will inevitably be in trouble.

So Su Butong said: "If anyone asks about this matter in the future, just say that I asked him to do it."

Liu Zhi understood what Su Butong meant and nodded.

"How do you feel?" Liu Zhi asked.

"You have done a good job, especially after the tank battle, it is not easy to have such a vision." Subutong said.

"The first batch of recorded programs has been sent over. Let's take a look together?" Liu Zhi asked.

"Okay." Su Butong found a chair and sat down, then called Futaba over to watch TV programs from his hometown.

"Welcome to "Game Club". Today we have invited famous producers in the game industry, including President Masaya Nakamura of Namco and Mr. Tofu of Game Magazine." After the opening song, the host Xiaoye introduced

After a while, the guests received a round of applause.

"Today's topic is: Who will be the winner in the upcoming Christmas war?" The host raised the theme of this program.

"We know that whenever Christmas comes, it is the best time for businesses to promote their products. Especially in the cold winter, every child is looking for a game that can be played with family and friends. So this year's Christmas holiday, not only

Do you know which game the two guests are more optimistic about?" said Xiaoye.
Chapter completed!