"Hey, how come you two have time to come to my place?" Zhao Meng looked at Yang Jing and Gege and greeted them with a smile, "Boss lady, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Are you okay?"
Zhao Meng's joking name made Gege blush. Gege knew that Yang Jing respected this middle-aged man very much, and Zhao Meng was old enough to be her uncle, but he actually called her a "boss lady". How could Gege bear it?
"Hey, hey, hey, Uncle Zhao, you can't be disrespectful to your elders! You want to drive the princess out!" Yang Jing decisively stood up for his wife.
"Hehe, isn't it true that the older you get, the more naughty you become! Looking at the two of you, this perfect match, I, Old Zhao, feel like I'm dying of old age. I'm filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, and I can't stop talking..."
After hearing this joke, Gege recovered. She also smiled and said, "Uncle Zhao is only in his fifties now. He is still in his prime. How can you call him old? Besides, if you are considered old at your age, what will Aunt Cheng think? Do you want me to talk to Aunt Cheng about it?"
The Aunt Cheng that Gege mentioned is Zhao Meng’s wife Cheng Yueru. The last time Gege and Yang Jing came to the United States, they had a very pleasant chat with Aunt Cheng.
This was a harsh remark, and Zhao Meng immediately gave in. "Princess, what Uncle Zhao said just now was wrong, okay? Please spare this old man..."
Several people burst into laughter.
"Come on, let's go eat. I have arranged everything. I guarantee you will have an authentic Cantonese meal." Zhao Meng raised his hand and looked at his watch and said.
Gege asked, "Uncle Zhao, where is my Aunt Cheng?"
"Hey, your Aunt Cheng is on vacation in Florida now. Some relatives from China came over, and she went there with them to play. It will probably take a few days for her to come back."
Yang Jing chuckled and said, "Wife, it's okay. Aunt Cheng is not here. Uncle Zhao can find you Aunt Li or Aunt Wang..."
Zhao Meng was embarrassed, and Gege rolled her eyes at Yang Jing, "What are you talking about? Is Uncle Zhao such a person?"
Zhao Meng nodded happily, but he didn't expect the princess to continue: "Although I have never seen Aunt Li and Aunt Wang, I have heard of that one! Hey, Yang Jing, is it Aunt Zhao or Aunt Liu..."
Yang Jing burst into laughter, while Zhao Meng looked at the princess in confusion.
The old man finally understood one thing: women, never offend them, or they will let you know what it means to be persistent...
While chatting and laughing, the three people got into the car outside. The car was like a swimming fish, circling on the ups and downs of San Francisco for a while, and then drove into Chinatown.
As the second largest Chinese gathering place in the United States, the number of Chinese in San Francisco's Chinatown far exceeds that of Paraguay's Ciudad Oriente. Coming here is almost the same as coming to Hong Kong Island.
The car stopped steadily in front of a not very eye-catching restaurant. The sign of this restaurant was also not very eye-catching, but the three words on the sign were very awesome - Chaoshan cuisine!
Just these three words!
But most people don't dare to use these three words as their signboard.
"Xiao Jing, Gege, don't underestimate this restaurant, but the Chaoshan cuisine here is a specialty of our Chinatown in San Francisco, otherwise that guy Lao Huang wouldn't dare to use these three words as his sign. Well, I won't say much, you will know I'm not lying when you try it later."
The receptionist at the door obviously knew Zhao Meng. When she saw Zhao Meng leading two people out of the car, a parking attendant immediately came up to park the car for Zhao Meng, while the other two receptionists bowed and said in unison, "Welcome, Mr. Zhao."
After entering the gate, Zhao Meng refused the guidance of a receptionist and led Yang Jing and his wife to a small private room on the second floor. As soon as they sat down, the boss came running up excitedly. It was obvious that the boss was well aware of Zhao Meng's status in San Francisco.
The two people exchanged a few words in Cantonese, and then the boss welcomed Yang Jing and Gege in very poor Mandarin.
After the boss went out, various exquisite dishes were quickly served.
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Yang Jing finally put down his chopsticks and said to Zhao Meng, "Uncle Zhao, this time the princess and I came here because we really have something to trouble you with."
"Well, why should we talk about whether it's troublesome or not? If you have something to say, just tell me directly. I, Old Zhao, will definitely do it for you if I can."
"Well, Uncle Zhao, I just want to ask you, do you have any connections with American clothing companies or other similar companies? My uncle has contracted a cotton textile factory in China, which is quite large. It will be put into production after the New Year. It plans to produce high-end fabrics for export. So, I want to find some foreign orders for my uncle."
"Your uncle?" Zhao Meng asked hesitantly.
"Yes, my uncle, he has watched me grow up since I was a child."
Zhao Meng nodded, tapping his fingers on the table habitually. "Xiao Jing, what kind of order does your uncle want? I do have connections in this area, and the quantity is quite large. But you should understand that I can help you with connections, but if the fabrics produced by your uncle's factory do not meet the specifications, I can't help you."
Yang Jing said, "Uncle Zhao, don't worry. My uncle is not the kind of person who is unreliable. Moreover, I have invested 200 million US dollars in this cotton mill. My uncle also has experience in this area, so I think there will be no problem with the quality."
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