On May 8, 2014, at Incheon International Airport in South Korea, Zhou Jing got off the plane and was still feeling groggy.
Going abroad this time is different from before, so Zhou Jing still changed his dressing style from the past, wearing a blue checkered shirt on a white background, a navy short business windbreaker, khaki casual pants and white sneakers, which was perfect.
He looked like an uncle.
There is no way, the dressing style of engineering men is just this taste.
His head was still not fully awake from the hangover. It was all because of that bitch Yang Xiaoxiao that the farewell drink for Zhou Jing was postponed until the last day before departure, which made him almost miss the plane today.
I was a little drunk, but I still remember a little bit about last night's scene.
"You went to South Korea this time. If my big crown has an autograph session, you must go for me, you know." Yang Xiaoxiao's tongue was obviously big.
"Yes, especially Xiaomin's signature, you must get it back for me." Yan Jiayi added.
"Go away... I went to do work, not to chase stars, so I don't have time." Zhou Jing was almost done drinking.
Yang Xiaoxiao silently stretched out a finger. Zhou Jing saw it, shook his head, and stretched out three fingers.
Yan Jiayi looked at these two guys and wondered what code they were talking about.
In the end, the two people expressed the deal with two fingers each, two bottles of Wuliangye, otherwise there would be no discussion.
"That scene, why don't I remember that you didn't give me the money for the IPAD last time?"
"You remembered wrongly, I gave it to you."
"You didn't give it."
"I gave."
"Lying on the grass..."
"It's useless to curse."
"Assi..."
"It's no use speaking Korean."
"WTF..."
"Hey...I don't understand."
Zhou Jing rubbed his still swollen head, took out his mobile phone and connected to the airport WIFI, and followed the crowd towards the baggage claim carousel.
"Ding dong..." As soon as I connected to WIFI, a burst of messages came from WeChat on my phone.
[Y.L baby: Brother Zhou, have you arrived in Korea?]
This is the WeChat message sent by the long-legged beauty. When Zhou Jing returned to his hometown during the May Day holiday, he originally wanted to treat this little sister to a meal, but it turned out that she had to give up because she was in a closed training camp.
[Zhou Jing: I just arrived and am about to pick up my luggage. Have you finished training?]
[Baby Y.L: It’s early. It’s rest time now. Director Lang will be here later.]
[Zhou Jing: Come on, train hard, I’m waiting for you to win glory for the country.]
[Y.L baby: Well, Brother Zhou, we will also go to South Korea in September, you can come see me then.]
[Zhou Jing: Haha, I can’t enter the Asian Games Village. I’ll treat you to dinner after your game is over.]
[Y.L baby: Okay, I’ll call our whole team out then.]
[Zhou Jing: Haha... get out of here... you're going to make me bankrupt, don't say anything anymore, I'm going out in a while, please contact me after I've settled down.]
[Y.L baby: Hmm...I'm going to train too. Goodbye, Brother Zhou. Remember to help my teammates get a tea egg autograph.]
[Zhou Jing:... Got it.]
Zhou Jing turned off his phone with a dark look on his face, wondering why everyone thought that he could meet idols when he arrived in Korea. Is this something you can pick up on the streets?
After pushing the luggage trolley out of the airport exit, Zhou Jing was about to look around for the person to pick him up, but was stunned by the sight in front of him.
There were many people standing outside, holding the whiteboard in their hands without making any sound.
Just lift it, and hold it in front of yourself, covering your face tightly, but judging from your body shape, you should be young.
Are you picking someone up? Why does it look like a protest?
Although Zhou Jing's Korean was not bad, he was not very familiar with the writing created by King Sejong, so he moved closer to see clearly what was written on the whiteboard.
As a result, when Zhou Jing took a step closer, the person on the other side took a step back. In the end, the other person probably couldn't stand Zhou Jing anymore and put down the whiteboard in his hand.
"Agassi, don't come any closer. You are blocking us. Oppa and the others will come out soon." The round-faced girl said to Zhou Jing angrily with her face flushed.
"Are you all here to pick up your oppa?" Zhou Jing understood a little. This was a large-scale star chasing scene. This kind of experience has never happened before. It is indeed a country where everyone has entertainment.
But why do Koreans keep calling Agassi recently? Axi...
"No, Agassi, so please don't hinder us, please." The little girl politely gave Zhou Jing a 90-degree bow.
Zhou Jing looked at the little girl dumbfounded. In the news in his memory, wasn't it always the case that passers-by were disgusted by fans and were hindered from chasing stars? Today, he, a passerby, was disliked by fans and hindered their pursuit of stars. Okay, then he won't hinder them.
.
If you want to chase stars, just chase stars. Why are you using a whiteboard to cover up? It’s not something shameful.
Soon Zhou Jing found the person who came to pick him up. A young man wearing a dark suit also held a whiteboard with the two characters "Zhou Jing" written in Chinese on it.
"Anihasay, I'm Zhou Jing Yimeda." Zhou Jing walked up and said hello in Korean.
"Hello, Executive Zhou, I am your assistant Su Dongpo. Executive Xie asked me to come and pick you up." The young man put away the whiteboard, bowed and introduced himself in pure and fluent Chinese.
"What did you say your name was?" Zhou Jing was not surprised that this young man could speak Chinese, but was surprised by his name and wondered if he really knew anything about it.
The young man introduced himself to Zhou Jing very solemnly. Yes, his name was Su Dongpo.
"President Zhou, my father is Korean and my mother is Chinese. Because my father likes this Chinese poet very much and laments that this ancient man built Su Causeway for my mother's hometown, so he gave me this name.
The name is dedicated to his memory."
Su Dongpo explained the origin of his name to Zhou Jing. When he met Chinese people, he would often see doubtful and curious eyes on them, so this set of explanations was already familiar to him.
"That's right. Judging by my age, I should be older than you, so I'll call you Xiao Su. Your Chinese is pretty good. Did you learn it from your mother?" After hearing the other person's explanation, Zhou Jing almost wanted to ask him if it was him.
It's my father's biological son, so the name I got was too random.
"Yes, Executive Zhou. In fact, I grew up in China and did not return to Korea until I was 12 years old."
Zhou Jing was not in a hurry to ask Su Dongpo to change his name to brother or something. After all, they were not very familiar with each other just after they met, so it was more appropriate to maintain the superior-subordinate relationship and call him his position.
But what does this executive mean? In China, there are titles such as executive vice president or executive deputy factory director. I don’t know if they are the same thing, and what is the title of my master’s special representative?
With these questions in mind, Zhou Jing followed Su Dongpo all the way outside, got into a commercial vehicle that had been parked there, and drove away from the airport.
(Thank you all book friends for your support of Steel Love. This afternoon this book will be recommended in the new book selection in the urban category. Originally, I wanted to do double updates, but maybe I have been a little tired recently and my condition is not very good.
So I’ll try my best to update twice today. Some book friends didn’t understand yesterday’s chapter, so that’s okay. I’ll explain it to you later.)