Evil Awe-Inspiring

I am going to pick up two car dealers today. Their company has several domestic agents of European car brands. When I arrive at the airport, it is just 12 o"clock at noon. Their flight will arrive at 2 o"clock this afternoon. I think they must have had lunch on the plane. So I simply find a fast food restaurant in the airport lobby to have a simple lunch.

I wolf down a pork chop meal, wipe my mouth and just about to pick up my wallet. Suddenly, someone pat me hard from behind. I look back and I see a beautiful and sad face staring at me.

It"s Jojo.

"d.a.m.n, what"s a small world?" I"m surprised, "Why are you here?"

Miss Jojo is as beautiful as always. Today, she is wearing a lavender-red turtleneck sweater, the tight one, with a light makeup on her face. Instead of wearing a skirt, she is wearing very young jeans and a pair of boots on her feet, which does show her slender waist and long legs.

But look at her, she seems to be in a very uncomfortable mood. After a hard pat on me, she sits down in front of me, takes my cup and muts down my drink without saying a word. Then she takes a long breath and looks at me sideways. "Why are you here?"

"I pick up customers." I answer briefly, then I look up and down at her: "How about you? Are you going out? Or you are picking someone up? Why are you drawing a long face? Who provoked you? Or was your house set on fire last night?"

"Cut! I"d rather my house was fired! That"s a trifle!" Jojo throws the cup on the table. She looks anxiety and pulls out a box of cigarettes from her small bag, but then remembers that smoking is banned at the airport and put it back. Then she leans on the table and sighs, "It"s over! My good days are coming to an end! After so many years of freedom, it is inevitable that I will be ended up in prison. I can"t hide from this day this time!"

"What"s the matter?" I am surprised. Who is Miss Jojo? She"s fearless of the world and has always been performing that I am a female hooligan and who I am afraid of. How"s she in such a low spirits today?

"I"m here to pick up people." Jojo sighs, "Come and pick up my dad."

"Well, just pick up your father. Why are you pulling a long face?"

She hums and says listlessly, "There"s another one beside my dad! A man, young, talented, an overseas Chinese in Singapore, have a giant family business in Southeast Asia, a descendant of his family. This time is different from the Mario Puzo gay last time. My old man personally decided on a family affair! Our family and their family are very close, and that son of a b.i.t.c.h"s dad had drunk the blood wine with my old man when they were young. They are sworn brothers! We scared Mario Puzo away with that bad idea. As a result, I was still wondering why my old man didn"t get angry at all when he knew it afterwards. It turned out that he already had another candidate in mind! Mario Puzo is my mother"s candidate. My old man didn"t look up to him at all! Even if we hadn"t made him away, my old man would have tried to persuade my mother to refuse. Now, we had kept busy to no purpose, my old man is happy. As he tripped to Singapore this time and brings the son of a b.i.t.c.h back!"

Listen to her abuse of son of the b.i.t.c.h. Actually, I sympathize with that man. They haven"t seen each other before, and don"t know whether he is good or not, whether his character is good or bad. Maybe he is a good man with both good character and good learning?

But it doesn"t matter to Jojo. Anyway, in her eyes, all the men who want to marry her are b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!

"I think," I hold my smile and say to her, "You just take a good look at the candidate this time. If you think he"s almost OK. So you just choose him and let go of it. Sooner or later you will have such a day. Our country estimates that it will not be possible to legislate for gay marriage in decades anyway."

"Fx.x.x!" Jojo scolds a dirty word without restraint. She glares angrily at me, "You can say it so easily! How about find a man to let you marry him? You just try it!" Then she grabs me and says in a pleading tone, "No matter what, we can"t follow the same pattern as last time. Let"s do it again and frighten this Singapore son of a b.i.t.c.h away. How long we can delay, we just try it that long."

I restrain my laughter and say, "Again? I"m OK. You just discuss this with Azle and Wood."

She immediately comes to her spirits, raises her small b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and giggling in arrogant and domineering, "OK! Let"s make some mean methods this time to frighten the Singaporean guy to death!"

Jojo"s father"s favorite boy"s name is Winson Lee. Jojo has seen his picture. He is a handsome man with a good tutor, high education, a double master"s degree from Nanyang Technological University, a talented young man with high IQ. He is also proficient in music and sports, good piano player, good tennis player, even a tennis champion in Singapore. He also has a professional tennis player"s registration.

d.a.m.n, he is adept with both the pen and the sword!

Jojo"s father"s plane arrives at 1:30 p.m. We just sat for a while, and I accompanied her to the exit to wait. Within a short time, the crowd comes out. She and I are surrounded by men, women and children holding the pick-up sign.

"There it is!" Jojo looks for a while, then suddenly her eyes light up and she"s shouting, "Old Joe! Old Joe! Here! Here!"

From a distance, we see a middle-aged man with a sharp-cut face coming out with a suitcase and a dark grey suit. Sure enough, Jojo"s father is also handsome, although he is middle-aged, but it seems that when he was young, he must have fascinated a large number of beautiful women. His forehead is full and his eyes are bright. At first glance, he is the kind of energetic great man.

He clearly sees Jojo, but his expression on face hasn"t any move. He comes over without hurry, stands firm. When he is close, with a steady voice, he says: "Still a mad look, no lady look!" He then put his arms around Jojo, and then his eyes looks on me, with just a glimmer of inquiry.

I immediately introduce myself: "h.e.l.lo, uncle! I"m a friend of Jojo. I come to pick up customers today. We just met outside."

"Um." Jojo"s father nods his head and says with pleasure, "Are you Chen Yang? Or Azle? Or that wood... Well, Dr. Woo?"

As G.o.d testifies, I never realized that all three of our names had already reached Jojo"s father"s ears.

"I"m Chen Yang."

"Oh, h.e.l.lo." Jojo"s father shakes hands with me, then step aside. A man comes out from his behind.

This man is, of course, the so-called "son of a b.i.t.c.h" names Winson Lee who is going to marry Jojo.

In fact, I have seen him already, just busy on patronizing and greeting with Jojo"s father. Now I have time to look at him.

Looking at him, I can"t help feeling that... I feel that calling him a son of a b.i.t.c.h is a bit too much. I even feel unacceptable in my heart.

This person has been quite noticeable from a long-term perspective, and even more impressive from a near-term perspective! He is over one meter and eighty-five tall, with a standard model figure, wide shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and a well-proportioned and strong figure. He is a good athlete at first sight. His facial features are very handsome and elegant, with a calm and kind smile, which makes him very difficult to be disgusted.

I shake hands with him and he says slowly in a pleasant voice, "h.e.l.lo, I"m Winson Lee." His palms are wide, dry, and his handshake is powerful, which makes people feel good.

It"s hard for me to a.s.sociate such a person with the words "son of a b.i.t.c.h".

And I instinctively see a ray of wisdom in his eyes! His is kind of smile with calm. He looks like a spoiled, humiliated man, who seems to have a very graceful view of everything.

This guy is absolutely not easy! This is my first reaction. Because he is facing Jojo"s deliberate cold eyes, he does not even react. Jojo"s cold eyes just like shooting into the air in vain.

Winson shakes hands with Jojo with a smile in his eyes. He looks at Jojo"s intentionally provocative eyes, he keeps smiling on face, not a fake, but a kind of regardless.

Well, for example, do you care if there"s a child who is playing a rascal on you? Will you keep it in mind?

Of course not!

Now Winson"s smile is like that. He looks at Jojo as if he is looking at a little girl who is angry with him. He"s calm and deliberate, not caring at all. It"s like a lion is looking at a little hyena with its teeth open and claws waving. He isn"t interested at all. It"s so bored that he"s almost yawning.

Jojo"s father and I exchange a few words and then he says, "You"re busy. Come and eat at home sometime." Then he takes Jojo leaves.

Winson Lee is at the end. He looks at me with a hint of something else in his eyes. Suddenly he whispers to me: "Mr. Chen Yang, I know something interesting about you. I have long heard of your name!" Then he smiles at me, put a newspaper in my hand, takes the suitcase and leaves.

I see Jojo at a distance is trying to wink at me and gesture means to telephone contact.

I look at the newspaper that Winson hands me in confusion. When I open the newspaper and see the first page, I am stunned.

This is obviously a newspaper sent by the plane, and the newspapers on the plane are usually one day behind. Seeing this page, there are a few pictures, accompanies by some text descriptions.

The most conspicuous picture is Jojo wearing the thermal underwear in a cool shape, standing on the T-shaped stage, with exceedingly fascinating and charming smiles. The next picture is a row of girls in underwear bowing together.

I am familiar with the headline of this news. I have read it.

"Is it a show, or is it detrimental to public moral?"

What the h.e.l.l!

I frown, remembering that Winson Lee"s meaningful smile when he handed the newspaper to me before left.

Obviously, this "son of a b.i.t.c.h" is much harder to deal with than those "son of a b.i.t.c.h" before.

...

With this feeling in mind, I have waited a little longer and meet my customers.

This is a man and a woman from a big city in the south. The man is a VP of a famous car dealer company, about forty years old, while the woman next to him is much younger. She should look the same age as me.

After we introduce each other, I just know that she is the secretary of the VP. She had a fox face, peach blossom eyes, an expensive and exquisite brand dress, and a small Prada handbag on her hand. She looks like a very coquettish woman. And there"s nothing to avoid, holding the VP"s arm.

I just sigh in my heart. The VP bulges his belly, waist circ.u.mference is estimated to be over three feet. His age is estimated to be her father, although dressed in a very fashion style, with a successful person"s posture. Unfortunately, he is far worse than Jojo"s father"s self-effacing, naturally successful personality.

I pick them up by car and go back to the hotel first. Just looking at their intimacy, I carefully call the hotel and change the standard twin room into deluxe big bed suite.

Frankly speaking, I"ve seen more of this in nightclub.

I thought I am strong enough, but as a result, the car is on the airport highway and I almost could not help but spit out.

Because the secretary always calls the VP "Brother" in a sweet, loquacious tone.

"Brother ~It"s cold here, Oh!"

"Brother, I"m hungry."

"Brother ~"

d.a.m.n it, I can"t help thinking maliciously. If you drag this woman to a nightclub, it is estimated that she will be a top-tier! For no other reason, just look at her several "brother" cry so sweet, so resounding, That VIP looks like an inverted soul. This skill is definitely not a one-day or two-day exercise!

It"s not easy to sell these days. No technical content, no way!