"Huff, huff..."
Fu Song lay straight on the ground, his face as pale as paper, and his limbs were shaking constantly.
The reason for this situation is not excessive physical exertion, but motion sickness.
There's no way around it. It's normal to feel carsick when riding Wu Tianlang's motorcycle. It would be strange if I didn't.
Finally, when the dizziness subsided a little, Fu Song struggled to sit up.
Wu Tianlang was squatting on a chair next to him, smoking leisurely.
Looking at Fu Song, Wu Tianlang put out his cigarette and said calmly, "Let's go!"
Following behind him, Fu Song asked with a smile, "Did you develop your driving skills in the army?"
Wu Tianlang nodded and said, "You also know that my army is somewhat special, so the requirements for the personal qualities of the soldiers are relatively high.
Why, you want to learn?"
"No!" Fu Song quickly waved his hands and explained, "It's not that I look down on this skill, but I'm worried about dying before I can achieve my goal."
After a pause, he asked, "Besides riding a motorcycle, what else can you ride?"
Wu Tianlang thought for a moment and said, "There are many. Planes, tanks... I can drive anything that burns oil."
"Really? I don't believe it!"
Wu Tianlang looked at Fu Song with some surprise.
Then I heard Fu Song ask: "Can you drive an excavator?"
After saying this, he felt a little proud. Humans are not omnipotent. There are many oil-burning machines. If someone can operate all of them, he is not a human, but a god.
Wu Tianlang slowly took out a small notebook from his pocket and said, "I forgot to tell you that being your translator is just a part-time job for me.
I'm currently a New Oriental instructor specializing in excavator training. Those students you see online dancing with excavators, opening beer bottles, crossing a single-track bridge, and even climbing to the roof of a 34-story building for construction are all from my students.
Fu Song was stunned when he saw the five words "Teacher Qualification Certificate" on the small notebook.
Suddenly, Wu Tianlang's cell phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, he was obviously stunned. After hesitating for a moment, he answered the call: "Julie!"
A clear female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Tianlang, where are you?"
Wu Tianlang: "I'm in Thailand."
"Thailand? What are you going to Thailand for?"
Wu Tianlang tried to keep his tone calm: "Nothing, a friend of mine needs a tour guide, so I came over to help."
"Help? I think you are trying to earn money for the bride price to marry me?"
"No...wait, how did you know?"
"How should I know? Have you forgotten my profession?
Tianlang, how many times have I told you not to pay attention to what my mother says?
I have decided on you for my life. If she dares not agree to our marriage, I will break up with her.
So come back to me now, immediately, and immediately."
“This… isn’t good?
I've already promised Xiaobing that I'll get things done. You know my character."
The female voice on the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent. After a long while, the other party said: cascoo.net
"Okay. But you have to promise me that after this, you can't go anywhere without my permission.
Don't think I'm meddling. Have you forgotten why you retired?
I...I really can't lose you again."
"Okay, I'll be back as soon as I'm done."
After hanging up the phone, Wu Tianlang fell silent again.
Fu Song beside him asked with a smile: "Your fiancée?"
Wu Tianlang didn't say anything.
"Don't be like that! Actually, I think there's nothing wrong with you wanting to use the money you earn to marry your beloved girl."
Wu Tianlang suddenly stared at Fu Song with a bad look: "What do you mean?"
"That's exactly what I meant. I heard everything you two were talking about.
As a man myself, I know exactly what you're thinking.
Men are afraid of being poor and women are afraid of being ugly. This is an eternal truth.
Besides, even if your fiancée insists on not asking for a dowry, what about after you get married?
You have to have a house, right? You have to have a car, right? Having a child doesn't cost money, but raising a child does!
Milk powder, diapers, various toys, and when they are a little older, they have to sign up for painting classes, music classes, dance classes, etc.
In short, a man can be without anything except money."
After hearing Fu Song's words, Wu Tianlang asked, "So you want to give me money?"
Fu Song quickly waved his hands: "You are wrong, my money will only help those who can't survive, or those who have no ability to work.
You are not within my scope of help.
As for you saving me just now, that was just your duty as a bodyguard.
I take money from others to help them get rid of disasters. Tang Keke has already paid this money, so there is no need for me to pay again.
Of course, even if I give it to you, I don’t think you’ll want it.”
Wu Tianlang's eyes finally changed when he looked at Fu Song: "How did you know?"
Fu Song smiled and said, "It's very simple. If you are willing to take this money, considering your relationship with Tang Bing, how could you possibly worry about a little betrothal gift?
If I'm not mistaken, this translation work was also facilitated by Tang Bing, right?
He wanted to help you, but he couldn't change your personality, so he had to come up with this method.
After all, if you really need to find a translator, it is more convenient to hire a local than a foreigner.
Just like the chase just now, if we had found a local tyrant, it might not have happened at all."
Wu Tianlang was silent for a moment: "So what do you want to say?"
Fu Song: "It's simple. Since you are proficient in various military weapons, it should be no problem for you to make a military-themed movie, right?"
"Make a movie?" Wu Tianlang obviously didn't expect Fu Song to say that.
Fu Song smiled and said, "Yes, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the boss of Caidie Culture and Entertainment. I was the director of both "Dying to Survive" and "Lost on Journey".
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