At this moment, the good neighbor felt that Zhang Chi was too talkative. As a kind of person who is neither human nor ghost, if he felt that this person was too talkative, what he would get in exchange would not be a closer relationship, but a harsh step on him.
A kick, or a big one to trick you.
"Xiansen Zhang, I heard that you raise cattle well. The foreigners here admire you very much." The good neighbor changed the topic to cattle.
Zhang Chi said with a smile: "To be blunt, when it comes to raising cattle, I won't rank first or second, but around Amber, he can at least be in the top five."
"Top five, that's so polite. I heard what they meant and counted them among the best." The good neighbor praised Zhang Chi.
"Eh! You can't say that, you can't say that." Zhang Chi waved his hands repeatedly, but the smile on his face was like a blooming spring peach blossom, showing a hint of pink and coquettishness.
The good neighbor smiled: "That's right, that's right! By the way, I also want to raise some cows. Do you have any experience to give me some advice?"
"This, this" Zhang Chi said as if he was having trouble, but actually his heart had already begun to swirl a little.
"We are all Chinese and we are all looking for a living outside. We must help each other." Seeing that Zhang Chi was in trouble, the good neighbor tried to cover him up with his righteousness.
Zhang Chi said: "It's not that I don't want to say it, but the price of cattle doesn't change every year, sometimes it changes every day. I told you that if you don't make money by following this, why don't you blame me to death?"
"No way!" The good neighbor's face straightened up, and he suddenly became full of righteousness: "Am I that kind of person? Brother, do you think I am that kind of person?"
Zhang Chi glanced at him, his eyes rested on his face for almost five seconds before shaking his head and saying: "It's not like that, it's not like that at all. With your appearance, you are a loyal and righteous person!"
When the good neighbor heard this, he stretched out his hand and patted the armrest of the chair: "That's right~! In this way, you can talk and I can listen."
"Then let me tell you, let's just treat it as a joke."
Zhang Chi thought for a moment, and although his face was still embarrassed, he still put on an expression like "I know a lot, I am great, I can raise cattle."
Melika, who was not far away, looked at Zhang Chi and this good neighbor with a smile on her face. Some people would think that Melika would laugh so hard in her heart at this moment, but that would definitely be the case for most people. Maybe it would be early.
I can't stay any longer.
But what kind of family did Melika come from?
We have seen too many things like this. Otherwise, why would people say that there are two dirtiest places in the world, one is the Women's Branch Hospital, and the other is the Royal Palace. They are both places for playing tricks.
Rich people meet all kinds of people wearing masks every day, and there are really not many who are sincere. If you keep talking to people, you may be like a fool in the eyes of others, and your family will not let this happen.
People come across the core business of the family.
Europe and the United States have plundered a lot of wealth, but they are much more ruthless than those businessmen in our country. Their ancestors were born in killing people and grabbing money, and they cultivated polite wolves, not free-spirited dogs.
At this moment, Melika looked at Zhang Chi, with a hint of appreciation in her eyes.
"You say, you say".
Here, the drama of Zhang Chi and his good neighbor falling in love with each other continues.
"In raising cattle, you must first choose a good breed. The better the breed, the greater the profit!"
The good neighbor nodded when he heard this.
Zhang Chi continued: "Of course, you have to look at the environment here. Our winter here is long and the temperature is low. General good cattle breeds are not suitable. You must first choose breeds that are adapted to the cold climate.
Okay, now that we've talked about choosing the breed of cattle, the next step is to hire people. To be honest, after I don't have cowboys here, I have to do a lot of things too hard on my own. Your business is busy, so you have to hire cowboys.
Okay. I actually have some tips about hiring cowboys.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the cowboys here are so stubborn as they get older, they’re like a donkey and are dragging themselves backwards.”
Having said this, Zhang Chi waited for a moment.
The good neighbor cooperated really well. He didn't hesitate at all and said, "You're absolutely right."
"So, to manage the ranch, you have to choose a middle-aged, stable cowboy who can listen to what you say, and to work, you have to choose a young and hard-working cowboy...".
"Yes, yes! That's the truth," the good neighbor said with a smile.
"Another point is that the older cowboys who do the best work usually have fixed ranches, and the older cowboys who run the farm must not be very skilled. The old cowboys with average skills are the same as the young cowboys with the same average skills.
, I think, of course we should hire young cowboys, don’t you think so?”
"Yep!"
The good neighbor thought that what Zhang Chi said was correct and made sense.
Zhang Chi continued: "Also, your family's pasture is large, and raising cattle will definitely require some resident cowboys. It doesn't make much sense for you to choose an old cowboy. After a few years, you can no longer do the work.
The only time I use my words is to panic, don't you think?"
Seeing this person nod, Zhang Chi continued: "So you have to choose young and enthusiastic cowboys. In this case, you have a choice, right? You are a reserve cadre in business, you know."
Good guy, just a cowboy, Zhang Chi and this good neighbor just chatted for about ten minutes.
"It's better that you speak clearly. I also asked those foreigners about this matter. What they said was superficial, too superficial." The good neighbor felt that Zhang Chi, a fool, was really easy to fool, so he sold him out.
, he is still helping me count the money.
Zhang Chi laughed and said: "We are all members of our own family. If there is a quarrel between us, why don't we let the Americans outside watch the fun? Don't you think so?"
"Yep!"
Then the two guys started talking nonsense again.
In fact, when this good neighbor came, he was thinking that according to our Chinese rules, after a lively conversation, we would definitely have to eat, not to mention that he also gave Zhang Chi a box of good wine.
At this time, he remembered that he was Chinese. Unfortunately, Zhang Chicong listened to his children's words that we are Britti shit people, so he did not regard him as Chinese.
Yes, it was almost time to eat, but how could Zhang Chi leave him at home to eat? It wasn't disgusting enough.
The good neighbor thought Zhang Chi had forgotten, so he smiled and said, "Look, it's getting late. I'm going home. Let's have dinner together when we have time."
According to the purely Chinese routine, the next step must be: this is the time, stay for dinner and so on.
Who knew that Zhang Chi immediately said after hearing this: "Oh, it's true, it's already this time. I've lost track of time while talking to you, so I won't keep you. My sister-in-law and children may be waiting at home and they will be anxious."
With that, he sent this good neighbor to the door.
So the good neighbor just disappeared from Zhang Chi's sight.
As soon as the old neighbor's car left, Zhang Chi's face fell. He turned around and spit! A mouthful of thick phlegm flew two or three meters away, which showed how much Zhang Chi disliked this good neighbor.
Seeing Zhang Chi return to the room, Melika smiled at Zhang Chi and said: "I didn't expect that your acting skills are not bad. The expressions of the characters are not eye-catching, but they can be said to be quite satisfactory, but there are some
The place seems too exaggerated, too fake, it looks fake at first glance."
"No matter what, is this guy's show good?" Zhang Chi asked.
"I'm a theatergoer, and you two are actors. From what I've seen, that guy is more sophisticated than you," Melika said with a smile.
Zhang Chi said: "Of course, if he didn't know how to act, how could this bitch be able to get along like a fish in water in China now?"
He is obviously a trash who has forgotten his ancestors, but now he can make a lot of money in China. Anyone who wants to save face will be ashamed.
But then again, some of the people who are getting rich now have a conscience. If they don’t feed their conscience to dogs, they are considered outstanding.
"You said it in quite detail. If I didn't know your character, I almost thought you would have forgotten what he did just based on this box of wine," said Merica.
Zhang Chi said: "What did he do? Why didn't I know? Isn't this box of wine very good? I forgive him."
Melika didn't feel it at first, but after hearing this, she always felt that this guy must have some other plans, but she couldn't think of what kind of moves Zhang Chi would use against the good neighbor who had just left.
Most human beings like to think about it. If a human spirit like Melika, who is a human being among the human spirits, thinks something is wrong, her little brains will immediately start to work.
"By the way, why do you recommend young cowboys?" Merica finally found something that was not quite consistent with the facts.
"What's wrong with young cowboys? They have strong physical strength." Zhang Chi raised his arms and did some tricks.
If you believe it, Melika is a ghost.
"You must be holding back your bad feelings, right?" Melika asked.
Zhang Chi looked serious: "Am I that kind of person? If you don't believe me, ask around. Who doesn't praise me, old Zhang Yi, Bo Yuntian, and Xiao Mengchang? I'm trying to compete with Guanyin in asking for help?"
Melika knew Zhang Chi very well. Even though this kid looked chubby and had a loyal face, he was full of scheming. In Chinese, he was as thick-skinned as a city wall.
Judging from the way he answered her, Melika felt that this suggestion must be a trap.
Melika didn't know what Zhang Chi had in mind.
As far as hiring young cowboys is concerned, Zhang Chi could see what would happen in the future at a glance.
What a great recommendation!
The whole family of a good neighbor has a slave mentality. He has not run away. Even if his wife was not before, she will definitely be now when she stays with him like this.
What is the character of this kind of person? He feels inferior when he sees white people or even black people.
Think about it from this perspective, my good neighbor has a business in China, and how good can he be at his age? A person who can even deny his ancestors, do you think he will not raise a family in China?
Think about his wife here, facing a group of strong cowboys every day. In the eyes of his wife, these cowboys are still high-class people, just like a small group of women in China. As long as they are not Chinese, they are high-class in their eyes.
Are there one or two people who are inferior to themselves, are shy, and even pay money to beg other women's votes?
Women who push black children with glorious faces walk with their heads held high in certain provinces. In fact, they have no idea that the Chinese people look down on them, and the people to whom they sacrifice their lives only treat them as human-shaped gray chicken cups.
According to Zhang Chi's estimation, if the good neighbor's wife doesn't set up a cuckold wholesale market for him and organize group activities, then Zhang Chi will consider her a chaste and martyr woman.
Of course, this may not work out, and if it does, this good neighbor will be disgusted to death. If it doesn't work out, Zhang Chi will have no loss, but it will just miss a scene.
As for the cattle, Zhang Chi has nothing to say. As long as a good neighbor dares to buy it, he will put it in the gourd. There is no way to sell it in the United States, but it is okay to bring it back to China to eat the meat.
The better the cattle, the more Zhang Chi would steal.
After defrauding him of 300,000 US dollars, Zhang Chi felt that he would not be criticized no matter how much he retaliates. There was no grudge between the two of them. If you messed with me, you would have to bear my revenge.