Chapter 2695 Do You Know Our Boss?

"Sir, your shoes have been repaired!"

"What?"

"r,ur-es-is-d!" the person next to me relayed in simple English.

"Oh, my God, thank you so much, thank you so much!" the American old man thanked loudly in English. Looking at the new pair of leather shoes under his feet, the old American man was extremely excited. Although this pair of leather shoes is dilapidated and has a history of more than ten years, for this old American man, this pair of leather shoes has deep feelings. It's really great to be able to see something new now.

"Ma'am, your umbrella has been repaired!"

"Ah, thank you, I really appreciate it. Although an umbrella is not valuable, it is best to repair it and make the best use of it. Thank you, I really appreciate you all!"

"Old sir, we have cleaned your house for you. We have also boiled a bottle of water for you. Please be careful when you use the water. Don't get burned!"

"Thank you, thank you very much. I am old, have limited mobility, and don't have enough money to hire a servant. Although social workers come to provide door-to-door services every week, their time is limited after all. Thank you!"

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The same example occurs in various communities in Los Angeles. 20,000 Chinese workers are dispersed according to their various abilities and provide free services to various communities in Los Angeles. And every time we serve, we try our best to do our best. Almost perfect.

These free and perfect services have won praise from a large number of Los Angeles citizens. Naturally, reporters followed and interviewed these workers.

"If you don't start construction, why do you do community service?" a reporter asked.

"We want to start working and make money, but some people say they won't let us work. We have nothing to do, so our boss said, since we are idle anyway, let us come out and do some community service." The worker answered with a thick Northeastern accent.

Although this American reporter has some knowledge of Chinese, he is still a little helpless with the strong Northeastern accent. But the good thing is. Someone next to me spoke in Mandarin, and now the American reporter finally understood.

"Why do you have nothing to do?" the American reporter asked knowingly. These reporters are here to collect information, so naturally they want to get first-hand information from these people, so they must ask more questions.

"Our boss said that some people are not satisfied with us making money in the United States.

Want to drive us out. But we don’t understand. When we came to the United States, we all legally applied for visas that cost money, and then we made money by selling our labor. Why is it not legal! You tell me. Does this make sense? "

Naturally, American reporters would not answer these questions, but would continue to ask.

"Then why does your boss want you to do charity? Who is your boss? Will he give you money?" the American reporter asked a little heart-wrenchingly.

"Our boss said that we are strong anyway. Every day is idle, so let us go out and do some good deeds, which can be regarded as accumulating some virtue for us. And this is also to promote Chinese civilization and improve the quality of Chinese people! "

"Then who is your boss? Does he pay you to do this?" Although the American reporter knew who the boss of these Chinese workers was, he still kept asking.

"Hehe, speaking of our boss, he is much more famous. I think you should know it. If you don't know, then you are a stick!" The Northeastern uncle has not yet answered. He first gave the reporter a "stick". As for what "stick" is, the American reporter cannot understand it at all with his little Chinese. Although he knows that it is not a good word, he can't care about it at the moment and continues to ask.

"Hey, our boss. He is famous. He is famous all over the world. When you hear his name, you will feel excited, and you will feel as powerful as eating three sesame seeds and two steamed buns in a row. We Boss. That is definitely a big shot that we don’t have, and you don’t have one here either!” the Northeastern man praised.

American reporters were extremely depressed. I said. Can't you just say his name directly?

"What is your boss's name?" the American reporter asked reluctantly.

"Hey, when it comes to our boss's name, it's really majestic. We have never heard such a majestic name. Hehe, it sounds much better than your president's 'diapers'!" said the Northeastern man.

Diapers? An American journalist has black lines appearing on his forehead.

"Our president's name is Bush. Since his father is also named Bush, he is called Bush Jr., not diapers!" the American reporter corrected.

"Bush, you're so young, doesn't it sound like diapers! Tsk, the president of a country is actually called diapers. It's totally incomparable to the name of our boss!" The Northeastern man shook his head with disdain.

American journalists want to go crazy. He deliberately wanted to get Lin Feng's name out of the mouth of this Chinese worker, and then tell the Chinese worker that Lin Feng gave them money to do good deeds, so that he could criticize Lin Feng verbally, but in the end he couldn't say anything. When asked, this guy instead teased the President of the United States. This is simply a sewer, you are capsized, how can it be unreasonable!

"What's your boss's name?" the American reporter shouted angrily.

The Northeastern man was startled by this, and then became angry.

"What's our boss's name? It's none of your business. You dare to be mean to me! Do you look down on our boss? Do you want to cause trouble for our boss?" The Northeastern man rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let's practice now to let you know that our boss is not someone you can mess with!"

Although the American reporter was tall and strong, the height of this Northeastern man was also not to be underestimated. He was a head taller than him. Although his muscles were not as stylish as those of American bodybuilders, the blue veins on his arms jumped as he spoke, proving the violence of his strength. If he really fought, he would definitely not be his opponent.

"Sorry, I'm just a little anxious to know your boss's name!" The American reporter immediately gave in. They are just reporters, not thugs. They make a living with pens, not fists.

"Humph, we Chinese have a tradition that when talking about such great people, we must rinse our mouths with water first. Get me a glass of water to rinse my mouth!" The Northeastern man snorted coldly. He was deliberately making things difficult for the American reporter, but who made the reporter do that just now? He deserved it.

The American reporter had no choice but to buy a bottle of mineral water.

The Northeastern man drank it in one gulp, gulped it in his mouth for a few times, and then found a flower bush and sprayed out a mouthful of water.

"Okay, now you can say my boss's name!" The Northeastern man said loudly.

The American reporter cursed in his heart. This Lin Feng is too pretentious. The people below him have to rinse their mouths when they talk. It's really pretentious!

"Uh, you, you also go wash your ears, you have to wash your ears when you hear our boss's name!" The Northeastern man pointed at the American reporter and shouted.

What! I have to wash my ears when I hear Lin Feng's name, ****! Who is he to ask me to do this! The American reporter was so scared that he almost pointed at the Northeastern man and cursed. But thinking of his mission, he gritted his teeth and bit the bullet to borrow a basin from everywhere, fetched some water, and roughly washed it.

The Northeastern man groaned and muttered a few times, sounding as if he was not satisfied with the attitude of the American reporter, but he did not go into it any further, just kept muttering, "The American devils are uneducated, have a short history, no background, and poor quality!"

Poof! The American reporter finally understood what the Northeastern man meant, and almost died of anger. After all, he graduated from Washington State University. Although it is not as good as Harvard and Yale, it is also a famous American school. And the man in front of him, who is big and strong, speaks crudely, and does not look like he has received a good education. He actually said that his quality is poor. Is there any justice in the world!

Who has poor quality? The American reporter burst into tears.

"Okay, we will tell you the name of our boss now. Listen carefully. We will only say his name once, and never twice. You must know that his name cannot be said too much. We still tell you because you don't know it and give you some knowledge!" The Northeastern man said in a buzzing voice.

The American reporter was really angry to death. I have known Lin Feng's name for many years, and he even said that he would give me some knowledge. This is really infuriating! But there is no way, this is all my own fault. Damn it, wait until I find out the trick, and then I will see how I will criticize you! The American reporter cursed in his heart. He would not count all this on this Northeast man, because it would be useless to count it. This Northeast man is not a big shot, and getting angry with such a person would only make him lose value.

Therefore, the American reporter counted all this on Lin Feng. Don't let him catch the handle, otherwise he will definitely attack Lin Feng fiercely. Let Lin Feng pay the price for it.

"Okay, you are good." The Northeast man shouted.

The American reporter nodded with a smile.

"Our boss's name is just two words, forget it, I still won't tell you our boss's name, it's disrespectful to him. I'd better tell you our boss's nickname." The Northeast man suddenly paused and said.

The American reporter almost went back and shot the Northeast man, it was too infuriating. Is there such a way to tease people? Fortunately, this guy is willing to tell you Lin Feng's nickname. Otherwise, he really wants to kill people.

"Listen carefully, I can't tell you the name of our boss, but our boss's nickname is also the famous one today - Fengshen! Now you have broadened your horizons! You know who our boss is!" The big man from Northeast China said proudly.

The American reporter cursed in his heart. Just the name of Lin Feng, he still gave himself broadened his horizons.

"Then, will 'Fengshen' pay you for doing good deeds this time? Otherwise, what will you eat and drink without wages?" The American reporter asked.

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