“diamond,diamondbigpany.”

Zhang Kun stood in front of a black man and said with a stroke of his hand.

However, it is obvious that Zhang Kun's spoken language is still not up to standard. The black friend looked at Zhang Kun with confusion: "diamond?"

Zhang Kun nodded quickly: "Yes, diamonds, diamonds, big companies selling diamonds."

"Okay." After Zhang Kun confirmed, the black man nodded and called Zhang Kun to go together.

After walking for three minutes, the black friend pointed to a large gold store in front of him: "diamond,diamondbigpany."

Looking at the third gold jewelry store I saw today, Zhang Kun smiled bitterly in his heart, "Okay, this is the result of poor communication."

However, Johannesburg is worthy of being the city of gold. Jewelry stores are spread all over almost every corner of the place, and the light of gold and diamonds shines on the entire city.

But, this is not what he wants.

Zhang Kun smiled bitterly in his heart, thanked his black friends for leading the way with a smile on his face. After the black people left, Zhang Kun sighed with a bitter face, his face full of decadence.

Take a deep breath, clean up your mood, and then prepare to find the next kind person.

Also, what should De Beers say in English?

What makes Zhang Kun the most sad is why he has never met a Chinese person for so long.

Although Johannesburg is not a tourist city, it is also a famous city of gold. It attracts many Chinese people to buy gold and diamonds every year. Why does he encounter none of them today?

Zhang Kun felt crazy.

Standing on the street, Zhang Kun looked around and was about to find the next kind-hearted person, but Zhang Kun was suddenly stunned. In the crowd not far away, a translucent figure floated gently in the air.

Foreign...soul?

Zhang Kun glanced at him twice, then silently withdrew his gaze.

The purpose of this time is to find Zhou Yaqi. Before we find it, we should not cause any trouble.

Zhang Kun turned around and walked slowly towards the distance.

However, after walking three or five steps, Zhang Kun paused, lowered his head, and looked at the shadow under his feet. After a while, Zhang Kun turned around and looked at the translucent figure in the distance.

The translucent body floated in the air, and the gray gas was wandering in the body, but the yellow skin and dark hair could still be seen.

The soul floated alone on the street, with a blank expression and a dull look. The abortion kept passing through his body without attracting his slightest gaze.

It's like one person and one world, floating alone and moving forward.

Yellow people? At least Asian, maybe Chinese?

Maybe, he doesn't need my help?

Or, his obsession is very small, and it can be solved in one or two hours?

However, if it is very troublesome, it may delay myself from finding Zhou Yaqi.

if,…….

Zhang Kun stood there for a long time, and even the people around him looked at him with surprise.

Finally, Zhang Kun pursed his lips, sighed lightly, and raised his steps.

He slowly came to the soul, and the soul did not notice Zhang Kun. His eyes were always wandering, as if he was already indifferent to everything.

That's right, everyone is dead, everything in the world has nothing to do with him. Even if he cares about it, what can he do?

He can do nothing.

Zhang Kun looked at his soul and then opened his mouth gently: "Chinese?"

After saying that, Zhang Kun stood there quietly, waiting for nearly half a minute, watching his soul continue little by little without reaction, as if he was moving forward lightly with the wind.

Zhang Kun sighed lightly, then no longer hesitated, and resolutely turned around and walked towards the rear.

He has tried hard, and since he has not responded, either he is already heartbroken or he is not a Chinese.

If your heart dies, then it goes without saying that when time passes, you will naturally have a day of ascension to heaven.

And if it weren't for Chinese people, he would have fucked the foreign hearts.

When he left again, Zhang Kun's steps became much lighter.

After all, there is still a difference between doing it and not doing it. If you do it, you will overcome the hurdle in your heart, even if Zhang Kun only said three words.

However, just as Zhang Kun strides away, a sudden figure appears in front of Zhang Kun, trembling all over: "You, can you see me?"

Chinese, Chinese, and the words are straight and straight.

Zhang Kun paused, looked at the soul blocking his body, and smiled bitterly in his heart. Look at his luck, there are so many yellow people, but they are actually Chinese. And... they are about to leave just now.

With a sigh in his heart, Zhang Kun calmed down his mood, then looked at the soul in front of him indifferently and spoke again: "Chinese?"

When he found that Zhang Kun's eyes were indeed gathering on him, his soul trembled even more violently, his face full of excitement, but suddenly he saw Zhang Kun's eyes slowly becoming cold, he suddenly came back to his senses and nodded quickly: "Yes, Chinese people, no no, Chinese ghosts."

There was no change in Zhang Kun's face, and he asked calmly: "Where is China?"

"Tongda County, Tongzhou City, northern province." This time the soul dared not delay at all, so he hurriedly replied.

Hearing this, Zhang Kun sighed softly. Even the address could be said in such detail, probably not a fake one.

Moreover, in the northern province, right next to Nanhu Province, Zhang Kun passed there several times when he took the train.

This is also considered fate.

Since it is confirmed that this soul is indeed a Chinese ghost and is from the next province, Zhang Kun is not good enough to let go.

Zhang Kun greeted the Chinese ghost, left the center of the street, and found an uninhabited corner.

It was not until this time that Zhang Kun looked at the soul in front of him for the first time.

The male looks about forty years old and has a slightly dark skin, but there is still a significant difference between him and black people. He has a short inch on his head, looks dry, his eyes are slightly narrowed, his nose bridge, thick lips, and the corners on his face are distinct.

Zhang Kun observed for a while, then said calmly: "What's your name? What's the point of not letting go that you can't ascend to heaven? If it's not difficult, I can help you for the sake of being a Chinese."
Chapter completed!