After saying goodbye to his friends, Hong Tao entrusted Zhou Xiaoli with all the gifts and fishing gear he needed to send back to China to help arrange for people from her company to help bring them back to China in batches. Then he called Fatty Gao's phone number.
"Hey, Brother Gao, I'm Hong Tao!"
"Hey, how are you? Are you still in Japan?" Gao Fatty was obviously staying in the fishing tackle shop. From the phone, you could hear someone bragging about how he caught the big fish.
"Well, I'm going to Canada tomorrow. I'm going to bring some things back. I'll ask Gao Ming to collect them for me. Those things are all gifts I bought. You can take them if you like them, but leave some for me.
I’ll give it to someone else.”
"Don't worry, the store is still the same, the business is good, and we are all alive. When will you come back?" Fatty Gao summed up the situation in Beijing in one sentence.
"I don't expect to go back until spring. Brother Gao, please go to my office. I have something to tell you. Don't let outsiders hear." From the voice on the phone, Hong Tao guessed that there was someone around Fatty Gao and it would be inconvenient to talk.
"What's going on? It's still so mysterious?...Okay, let's talk. I'm in the house, I'm alone."
"Is it said in the news now that there is an infectious disease in the south?" Hong Tao asked in a low voice.
"Infectious disease? I think I heard it in the news. What did you hear?" Fatty Gao was still very vigilant.
"I have heard a lot of news here about infectious diseases in the south. It is said that the disease is very serious, the infection speed is very fast, and the mortality rate is quite high. Brother Gao, if you are willing to believe me, I suggest you be careful.
Don't take it seriously, try to avoid going to crowded places. It would be best if you can leave Beijing, but don't run to the south.
So I can go to the countryside or hide out in the country for two months. Also, help me tell Lao Yang and Wang Jian about this matter. You must take it seriously. I am not joking." Hong Tao finally told the matter.
He came out, but he still couldn't tell the truth. No one would believe this thing. Once people really believed it, it would be very fatal if it spread out.
"...I understand, and I also understand what you mean. There are many things that are not reported in China, but you know better abroad. I have been asking around the Ministry of Health in the past few days. There should be some news from the Ministry of Health.
Can you reveal it?" From the tone, Fatty Gao still believed what Hong Tao said, but he still didn't take this matter as a big deal, and considered the problem according to his original inertial thinking. It's no wonder, if someone else
Regarding the location, Hong Tao probably has to think the same way.
"It's no use asking. It's not that they didn't tell the news if they knew it, but the Ministry of Health didn't necessarily know the news. These are secondary. What I just said is the key point. I can't control others. I only plan to inform
You guys, and some of my relatives, you can think as bad as you can about this matter, I can't explain the rest clearly." Hong Tao warned again.
"It's so serious! Okay, I'll tell them tomorrow." The older he is, the more experience he has, and the fewer problems he has. He can understand many things from his own memory and thinking, so Fatty Gao didn't ask.
More things are just measuring the weight of Hong Tao's words.
"Also, don't shout this everywhere. If the noise gets louder, you and I won't be able to eat and walk around. I'm afraid..." This is what Hong Tao is most worried about. Who doesn't have a few relatives and friends?
, and who doesn’t have many relatives and friends? Sometimes this kind of traps
People's relationship skills are very powerful. A small matter can turn into a rumor in a few days, and then spread all over the world. Hong Tao has already prepared for the worst. If his words really have a big impact, then
I had no choice but to tear up my passport and visa and become a gangster in Canada.
"I understand this. No matter how old I am, I still don't understand this. I'll think about it for a while, so don't worry." Fatty Gao interrupted Hong Tao. He knew Hong Tao's worries and fears very well. According to his age,
, must have gone through special periods, because even if you have never seen it with your own eyes, you can hear a lot of things about families being destroyed in just one sentence, so people of their generation are very careful in their lives.
After finishing the call with Fatty Gao, Hong Tao called his uncle's house again, and then explained the general meaning, asking his uncle, who had a good relationship, to inform several other relatives living in Beijing as appropriate.
If he believes it true or false, Hong Tao will have no control over it.
In the end, Hong Tao still called Sam. He got along well with this tenant, and he was a foreigner, so he probably wouldn’t spread Hong Tao’s words too widely, so Hong Tao weighed it again and again and told him what he just meant.
told him and suggested that he and his wife
I will return to the United States during the winter vacation, and it is best not to come back after the Spring Festival. If I do, I will have to postpone my return until after March, because SARS has already spread in the south by then. It is estimated that Sam will also hear about it. By then, he will still be there.
If he runs back, he is seeking death on his own, and no one else can stop him.
After hearing what Hong Tao said, Sam immediately handed the phone to his wife, and then Hong Tao repeated what he had just said. Finally, Mrs. Burgess assured Hong Tao seriously that the couple would definitely consider Hong Tao's suggestion seriously, and then
I expressed my gratitude to Hong Tao very seriously.
Hearing Mrs. Burgess's tone, Hong Tao knew that they were serious and left the rest to fate. He would do his best to obey fate and not force anything.
After finishing this thing that had been troubling him, Hong Tao started to pack his luggage and buy some supplies. The busy day was over. Early the next morning, Zhou Xiaoli appeared outside his door on time again.
I picked up Hong Tao and drove straight to Narita Airport in a Dawa company car.
"Actually, I am enjoying my life in Tokyo these days, and I also enjoy the preferential treatment they have given me in Yae. I will look for opportunities to come back, or let them go to China to find me." Sitting on the gliding plane, Hong Tao felt nostalgic.
, from the time he first set foot here to the farewell party the night before yesterday, dozens of days of living in a foreign country did not make Hong Tao feel awkward. On the contrary, he lived a very happy life.
"Well, it's cost-effective to just thank them. Then I have been working as a translator for so many days in vain?" Zhou Xiaoli did not cooperate with Hong Tao's lyrical intention at all.
"What's the point of saying thank you or not? I'm asking you to have some fun. I'm expressing my feelings of farewell. Can't you cooperate with me?" The little sentiment Hong Tao had just accumulated dissipated in an instant.
Ignoring the sneering woman next to me, I turned my head to the porthole, but there were clouds outside and I couldn't see anything.
"Hey, brother, are you two going to school in Toronto or immigrating?" Hong Tao was staring blankly at the clouds outside the window when he suddenly heard someone speaking from the front, as if he was talking to himself.
"Ah!?" Hong Tao actually heard clearly what the other party was saying, but he still expressed doubts out of habit.
"Brother, are you Chinese? I heard you talking just now. You didn't mean it. Did you go to Canada to study or immigrate?" Half a man's head emerged from the back of the seat in front of Hong Tao.
"Oh, I'm going to work in a Japanese company. Brother, where are you from in the Northeast?" Hong Tao didn't even need to hear him speak Chinese. Just by looking at his hair shape, he knew that 99% of them were Chinese, that kind of very short hair.
, the sides were deliberately shaved shorter, and only a layer of hair was left on the top of the head. This hairstyle is very popular among men in northern China. Anyway, Hong Tao has never seen this type of hair style in Japan.
"I'm from Dalian, living in Beijing, and my wife also works in Canada. I can't handle this, but I feel uneasy here as soon as I leave home. Will my brother stay in Canada for a long time?
Brother, tell me, where are you having an easy time?" The Dalian brother in front of me seems to be about the same age as Wang Jian, around 30 years old. He speaks very straightforwardly and says whatever he thinks.
"Hey, brother, you really asked the wrong person. This is my first time to go there, but don't worry, we have foreign aid. This is my translator, Miss Zhou. She is Canadian. What can I do?
She's right, come on, there's no one next to us, come over and chat together." Hong Tao just asked Zhou Xiaoli to pout, and now he just takes the opportunity to toss her a little bit, want to sleep? Grandma!
