Chapter 139: Stupid and Unaware (1/2)



Zhou Hong's face looked very unhappy. What annoyed her the most was that her uncle had established a relationship with him without going through her.

I mentioned this to her after everything was finalized, and it makes me angry just thinking about it.

Zhao Liang was feeling very depressed. Now that everything had been settled, he couldn't even get his uncle's house to light up the stove in time.

With so many people in the Zhou family waiting for Uncle Zhou to promote them, it is a question of when it will be his nephew's turn.

Especially since he had an unpleasant quarrel with Zhou Hong recently, Uncle Zhou would talk to him.

Alas, when he knew that Uncle Zhou's promotion was thwarted, his attitude was not very good. Now thinking about it, he really shouldn't have done that.

If I had shown more respect to Uncle Zhou at that time, now that he comes to me for help, even if he doesn't necessarily help, at least he would have a good face.

But if he visits now and is not turned away, it will already be a little face for him as his nephew-in-law.

After thinking about it, Zhao Liang decided to ask Zhou Hong to help. "Wife, you see, uncle is going to get a promotion. Shouldn't we go over to congratulate him?"

A real man can bend and stretch. As long as there is a job transfer, such as working in the Friendship Store, he can do it, not to mention doing all the housework at home and letting Zhou Hong live a life of having nothing to eat and clothes to wear.

Looking at Zhao Liang's flattering attitude, Zhou Hong felt that it was particularly boring. This person changed his expression very quickly. "What?"

"I have already congratulated my uncle." Zhou Hong said unhappily, "You are begging my uncle now. Do you want to change your job?"

He stared at Zhao Liang for a long time and said with a few clicks of the tongue, "You don't miss the Friendship Store, do you?"

The sound of "tsk tsk" made Zhao Liang feel uncomfortable. "I'm not bad looking either." Straightening his back, Zhao Liang said that he definitely had the qualifications to work at the Friendship Store.

"Which foreign language do you know?" Zhou Hong sneered. Some people are so stupid that they don't even realize it and think they are super awesome.

"You also need to know foreign languages?" Ahhhh, Zhao Liang took a breath. Although he had learned some Russian from his teacher when he was in school, he had not used it for a long time and had long forgotten it.

"I know a little Russian." No matter, at least he learned a little. You can't say he doesn't understand foreign languages.

Can speak Russian? Zhou Hongyu then spoke a passage in Russian, and Zhao Liang was completely confused. What was going on?

"What did I just say?" Zhou Hong concluded that this idiot didn't understand what she said at all.

It felt like they were speaking Russian, but Zhao Liang was confused as to what was being said and didn't understand a word.

He wanted to say he didn't know, but Zhou Hong's sarcastic smile made it impossible for him to say he didn't know because of his self-esteem.

"I don't know." Zhou Hong looked at Zhao Liang who was still trying to come up with something. "The Friendship Store is more for foreign friends to buy things."

"You can't expect everyone to understand Chinese. If you can't understand what they say, how can you know what they want to buy?"

"What I just said was the simplest Russian, and you couldn't understand it." Zhou Hong kept shaking his head.

"You don't think that just because my uncle is the manager of the Friendship Store, he can get you into the business?"

"That's impossible. It requires a joint interview from several departments."

“At least you have to be able to listen and speak normal daily expressions. Not just anybody can do it.” Zhou Hong didn’t want to look at Zhao Liang’s flattering face. She felt sick just by looking at it.

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