Fu Mingjun can speak English, but the couple from country D cannot speak English. They can only speak German.
After they heard Fu Mingjun speak English, they shook their heads in confusion, and then responded in German: "@%￥**&*...**%@"
However, Fu Mingjun did not understand a word of their words.
I saw him asking again in English: "Sir! Where are you from?"
"%￥##*&%@"
The middle-aged man said another bird language that Fu Mingjun couldn't understand.
At this time, Fu Mingjun was extremely embarrassed.
If I speak English, the other person cannot understand me. If the other person speaks in bird language, I cannot understand it either.
Perhaps wanting to save some face, Fu Mingjun deceived and said, "I can't understand what they are saying. It should be an indigenous language in Africa."
"Africa?"
Ye Zihao smiled and asked.
"Yes! They definitely speak indigenous languages, just like the languages of our ethnic minorities." Fu Mingjun felt that Ye Zihao was just an ordinary driver and didn't know what indigenous languages were at all.
So, whatever you say is what you say.
But what embarrassed him was that Ye Zihao responded and said: "Brother! I really don't have much education, but I can tell the difference between Europeans and Africans. They are clearly Europeans, where are the blacks? Are you fooling me?"
"This...this! Maybe they immigrated to Europe, but their blood is still African."
Fu Mingjun continued to lie. Even he himself felt that this reason was far-fetched, but was there any more suitable reason than this?
He didn't know if there was one, but he couldn't think of it.
"Oh? So that's it?"
Ye Zihao pretended to have an expression of sudden realization and "cooperated" with his words.
As for the Deyuan couple at the scene, they saw Ye Zihao calling them over, but they didn't know what was going on.
Especially when he and Fu Mingjun were speaking Chinese, they were even more confused.
So, the two of them chattered and asked questions in German.
“%@&……￥#@%&”
“￥%……￥%**&”
“*@@￥…%￥&***”
…
However, Fu Mingjun couldn't understand a word.
"Sir! What are you talking about? Can you say it in English?" Fu Mingjun said awkwardly. Then, he smiled at Yang Ruobing and said, "They are speaking an indigenous language, and I can't understand it either."
"Sir! Don't they speak the indigenous language?"
However, at this moment, the waiter just passed by and heard the D country couple talking here, but Fu Mingjun said that they were speaking an indigenous language.
So, he couldn't help but explain.
"Aren't they speaking an Aboriginal language?"
Fu Mingjun asked in surprise with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Yes! They are not speaking the indigenous language, but German." The waiter explained and said.
What? German?
Suddenly, Fu Mingjun's expression became very embarrassed.
You know, just now he boasted that he was proficient in multiple languages, especially English and German, but now the waiter said that the couple was speaking German, and he couldn't understand a word just now.
Nima!
Slap in the face! Slap in the face! Snap! So loud! So embarrassing!
At this moment, he felt as if he was running naked on the street.
At this time, Ye Zihao on the side pretended to have a serious expression, and then said angrily: "Hey! Little brother, what are you talking about? I am proficient in many languages, how can I not understand German? Isn't that right!
Fu Mingjun!"
"Yes...yes!"
Fu Mingjun nodded awkwardly, but he was cursing secretly in his heart: Damn! No one will think you are mute if you don't speak out! Fuck!
"Sir, they do speak German! I can! 100% sure!" The waiter patted his chest and assured.
Ye Zihao smiled and responded lightly: "Oh? Why are you so sure?"
"Because there are many foreigners coming to eat in this Western restaurant, when the boss was recruiting, he specifically asked us to know English, German, French and other languages. And I happened to be a graduate of this major, so I can be sure that they are speaking German.
"
The waiter explained it very seriously.
But his explanation made Fu Mingjun's expression become more and more embarrassed.
Nima!
If you don't fucking speak, no one will think you are mute!
"Oh? Fu Mingjun! You also heard what the waiter said. They were speaking German, not the indigenous language. Alas! I thought you were very powerful and proficient in multiple languages. Who knew... Alas! No
I’ve said it too much and it’s all disappointing!”
Ye Zihao pretended that he was hurt, but Fu Mingjun's face turned red and green for a while, which was really beautiful.
"I...I...I"
Fu Mingjun felt very unhappy when Ye Zihao said this, especially in front of the goddess.
So, he was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick, and then he angrily reprimanded Ye Zihao and said, "You are so disappointed. You can't understand German. Isn't that rude? You are just a little driver, what's so big about you?"
Yes, I can at least speak English, what about you? You can speak a shitty foreign language!"
"Who said I can't speak foreign languages?"
However, at this moment, Ye Zihao responded calmly.
"You...you can speak foreign languages?"
Fu Mingjun's expression was slightly startled, then he laughed and said sarcastically: "Hahahaha! Those of you who work as drivers only have a junior high school degree at most. Do you know any foreign languages?"
"Brother! I really know foreign languages!"
Ye Zihao shrugged, spread his hands, and responded.
"Okay, okay! Then tell me, what foreign languages do you know?" Fu Mingjun stopped smiling and asked with a look of disdain.
"Actually, they speak German and I can understand them!"
Ye Zihao pointed at the D country couple and responded calmly.
"You...you know German?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Come on! Brother, you have to have a certain level of pretense! You are just a small driver, with a junior high school education at most. You can speak German? Who are you fooling?"
…
Fu Mingjun had a look of disdain and laughed.
"Oh? Brother! What if I can say it?" Ye Zihao responded lightly, with a rather playful smile.
"You know shit!"
Ye Zihao sneered disapprovingly and said, "Haha! What if I tell you, what will you do?"
"If you can? I'll call you 'Xueba', okay?"
Fu Mingjun retorted angrily and said.
"Okay! No problem!"
Ye Zihao nodded, and at this time, Fu Mingjun asked again, "What if you don't know how to say it?"
"In case I don't know how to speak, you call me a scumbag!"