New York is very similar to Beijing, but more tolerant.
Here, no one will distinguish between "old and new New Yorkers", unlike flower growers. In that environment, even foreigners in Shanghai began to laugh at foreigners in the capital:
'Have you ever felt like a big rural area after visiting the capital?'
They couldn't imagine that there were still large tracts of farmland beside the Third Ring Road.
But no matter what, compared to foreign countries, Zhao Song still thinks that China is better, no matter which city it is.
Here, even Nancy, a local, forbids him from leaving Manhattan at will.
There is prosperity in front of you, but dilapidation and chaos in the distance.
Zhao Song immediately felt disgusted, withdrew his gaze and moved to the gym.
Although he is already very thin, it is not healthy but tired.
Not everyone can become Kazuo Inamori. There are many professional managers in the industry who are tired and retire early. As a member of the common people, Zhao Song can only believe in the principle that hard work can make up for failure. Fortunately, in the past period of time,
His work was done well.
…………
"Ding dong~"
The moment the doorbell rang, the two women who were having sex immediately separated.
Bai Li picked up a book as if nothing had happened and lay on the chaise longue to read.
Xiaoyu wiped her sweat and ran over to open the door.
"Good afternoon, Xiaoyu."
Hao Ying walked in with a smile. Seeing Xiao Yu's appearance, she asked curiously:
"What are you doing? Why are you sweating?"
"Fitness." Xiaoyu replied simply and horrifiedly.
Hao Ying looked at Xiao Yu, then at Bai Li, and then asked:
"With Betty?"
"I run and she squats."
"Squats?" Hao Ying looked at Bai Li with bright eyes, "Can Zhao Song bear it?"
"My brother is practicing too."
"He also practices squats?" Hao Ying's eyes became brighter and brighter, "Can the bed bear it?"
"..." Betty put down the book helplessly, "You are thinking too much."
Apart from being a bit talkative and fond of being handsy, Zhao Song was quite honest during this period. It wasn't that he didn't have the courage, but because of work, the two of them had no time to spend alone together.
Having rare leisure time like today also involves Wei Mingyu, oh, and a cat and a dog.
Hao Ying did not continue to joke, she collapsed next to Bai Li, rubbed the dark circles under her eyes and complained: "I'm so exhausted~"
Bai Li: "You are the one to blame, who should you blame?"
"I didn't know this song was so difficult to sing," Hao Ying muttered. "If I had known, I wouldn't have let my grandfather come out to plead for mercy."
"You also know?" Bai Li looked at her angrily, "That day was the first time I saw Zhao Song quarreling with an old man, and it was all because of you."
Hao Ying waved her hand feebly: "That's to sing English songs at the New York Stock Exchange. This is how I made my fortune. Why should Zhao Song leave it to outsiders?
So what about the national team? When I have enough fun abroad, I will join the national team when I return!"
Bai Li, Xiaoyu: "..."
This is really using bean bags instead of solid food. Songs that the national team could pass in just one day of practice were put on this girl. It took a whole month of practice before Yin Mingyu nodded.
Hao Ying didn't care about the two people's contempt. In the past few years, she relied on capital hype and her natural voice to become famous in the West. What big storms had she not seen?
She stretched and stood up and said:
"I'll go to Zhao Song and tell him there's no need to consider any backup candidates."
After saying that, he dragged Xiaoyu to the gym.
"Bang~"
"Ah~~~"
"Ahhhhhh~"
"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Bai Li ran over in a panic, and then...
The three women opened their mouths and stared blankly at the figure floating in the air.
Hao Ying: "He...is he still alive?"
Bai Li: "If you die, you won't look like this."
"..."
Xiaoyu didn't speak, closed her mouth, walked forward lightly, and then took advantage of the moment Zhao Song floated over and poked him with her finger:
"Brother, what are you doing?"
"Hanging-up cervical spine exercise!" Zhao Song put down his crossed legs and continued to swing in the air for a while, then stopped and stood still, took off his head from the headband, and breathed a long sigh of relief, "Comfortable~"
Hao Ying was curious: "Does it work?"
"It varies from person to person," Zhao Song put back his joking tone and replied seriously, "Doctors don't recommend this, as it can lead to paraplegia."
"Oh~" Hao Ying nodded and didn't ask any more questions. She knew how hard Tesla's listing affairs team was working, and she was impressed by her old classmates' ability to cope with it. It didn't matter if they used some strange ways to relieve stress.
"Zhao Song, I passed," Hao Ying happily told her old classmate the good news, and then asked, "Can you tell me the performance arrangements now?"
"Ten minutes before Tesla rings the bell, the live accompaniment will be music lovers in red vests from the New York Stock Exchange. The accompaniment will be the New York Symphony Orchestra, conducted by David Bernard himself, and talented artists such as Carter Bray and Jon will appear.
On site!”
Hao Ying: "..."
Zhao Song looked at her with a smile but not a smile: "We are all busy people, so you only have one day to practice together, so don't let anything slip~"
Hao Ying grimaced: "It's not that difficult for me to sing the song, it's just an emotional issue..."
She made random gestures with her hands and continued: "Sometimes I can't sing that kind of emotion."
Zhao Song pondered for a moment and suggested: "Maybe it's a language problem. Read more of Bei Dao's poems in the next two days, in your mother tongue!"
"What name?"
Hao Ying was confused in her heart, Bei Dao? Who is it? Where to find it?
"Declaration."
Hao Ying: "..."
Bai Li on the side smiled slightly and whispered:
"Perhaps the final moment has come and I have left no will
Leave only the pen to my mother
I'm not a hero
In an age without heroes, I just want to be a human being
….
On my shoulders are the wind and the twinkling stars
Maybe one day the sun will turn into a shrunken garland hanging down
Every immortal warrior grows like a forest in front of his tombstone
Crow, the fragments of this night are flying "
Zhao Song, Xiao Yu, and Hao Ying looked at each other. The reason why these girls are bad academics is because they chose the wrong major?
Zhao Song said helplessly: "Can't you just tell her to find the author of the sentence 'Despicableness is the passport of the despicable'."
Bai Li looked at Zhao Song: "You like him too?"
"I have no right to like or dislike anyone, whether they are those who write poetry or those who play rock and roll, some are depraved, some are crazy, and some just follow the wind.
But we are still here, use their poems if they are useful, and broadcast and listen to their songs if they sound good. It’s that simple.”
Bai Li was obviously dissatisfied: "Secular!"
"Then don't be secular for a while," Zhao Song said cheerfully, not caring about Bai Li's attitude. "While the weather is nice, let's enjoy sunbathing together. Girls, aim for Central Park and have a picnic!"
…………
Central Park is very large, with the Bethesda Fountain and Plaza at its core.
The central statue is an angel in the water, surrounded by four statues representing 'temperance', 'purity', 'health' and 'peace'.
It's ironic, considering the various deeds of this country, it is difficult for Zhao Song to apply these four complimentary words to it.
After taking photos with a few middle-aged male tourists, Zhao Song smiled apologetically at the other eager people, and accompanied by a group of Western bodyguards, Zhao Song came to the lawn.
The blanket had been laid out, and the various bento snacks were very appetizing. He sat down leisurely, eating while watching the three girls deal with their respective fans.
"Perhaps the most popular flower growers in the past few years have appeared here."
A gentle voice sounded, and a figure sat down beside him at the same time.
Zhao Song turned around and greeted quickly: "Professor Liu."
Professor Liu, who has white hair, is an independent director of Tesla and a member of the think tank behind the scenes. She has a lot of work to do, among which paying attention to Zhao Song's mental health is the top priority.
She looked at Zhao Song and then asked softly: "Have you done the physical examination this year?"
"It's not too late yet. I'll do it when I get back after finishing this period."
"So here I am," Professor Liu took out some question papers and handed them to him, "Let's do it quickly while we have time today."
Zhao Song stared helplessly at the test paper and begged for mercy: "Professor, don't they say that regardless of the Raven or Webster standards, the purpose of the IQ test is to detect whether a person is a fool?"
Professor Liu: "Am I a fool to let you do useless work?"
Zhao Song: "..."
Ten minutes later, there were only Professor Liu and Zhao Song on the blanket. The three girls were not as shameless as Zhao Song and were still dealing with the enthusiastic fans, which gave them enough private space.
At this time, Professor Liu raised his head and said solemnly: "Zhao Song, ordinary people answer questions from the question bank and get high or low scores. This is normal.
But you are different. The questionnaires for the past three years have been specially issued for you. Although the scores are different, look at this regular curve. "
Zhao Song stared at the rising curve and asked, "What's the problem?"
"The current accepted view in psychology is that IQ is related to genes and nurture. Think about your performance in recent times: when everyone thought you couldn't handle it, you did it perfectly.
Combine your own work with this unscientific test, what didn’t you expect?”
"You mean..." Zhao Song asked hesitantly, "My genes are changing?"
(Note: This book does not contain any fantasy or science fiction content)