Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Rui moved his body uncomfortably. He really wanted to say, "I do not violate the law, discipline, or social morality when chatting with foreigners, and follow public order and good customs." Obediently said: "I am a student."

In the eyes of the aunt, including Yang Rui moving his buttocks, it is a sign of uneasiness in his heart.

She stared at Yang Rui vigorously, the smiling face at the beginning disappeared, and said sharply: "Where is the student, have you brought your student ID?"

Yang Rui touched his pocket and said in a low voice, "I didn't bring my student ID."

"No? Then I'm still working in Zhongnanhai. What are you doing?"

"It's all about chatting."

"Chat? Can you talk about money? Think I'm stupid. Say it!"

The voice of the aunt of the neighborhood committee has been trained for many years, and it is also her most commonly used weapon. The so-called roar in the small streets will scare the little thieves out of water. I'm sorry my wife can't marry a man. literary age

The foreigners present couldn't understand Chinese, but they were still overwhelmed by the aunt's voice. The low-pitched discussion disappeared, and the calculations in their minds disappeared. Everyone looked at the aunt of the neighborhood committee.

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The aunt is happy and fearless, with her hands on her hips, and her eyes are like two ping-pong balls. While kicking Yang Rui, she also pays attention to the foreigners from the corner of her eye, ready for a ping-pong diplomacy at any time.

"Yang Rui, is there any question?" Raymond asked Yang Rui nervously. It was his first time in China, and apart from his passion for profit, he didn't know as much about China as India.

Yang Rui explained in English with a helpless expression: "This lady is a member of China's community defense organization, um, a member of a semi-official and semi-civilian organization. She is asking about the purpose of our gathering here."

Raymond was surprised: "Are we breaking the law?"

He looked around and at his own table, and asked in a low voice, "Is public drinking not allowed in China?"

"Public drunkenness is allowed. We are not breaking the law." Yang Rui smiled wryly.

The translators brought by all the people present also ran over at this time. You explained the situation to your employers in English or Japanese. Italian and German are small languages. Naturally, we can’t expect to have native language translators in China. translate.

"It's no use having too many of you. Don't think I don't know what you're doing." The excitement in Auntie's eyes could no longer be concealed.

Pointing at Yang Rui, she scolded, "You're selling information about China, aren't you?"

Yang Rui was dizzy, and the image of Sailor Moon flashed in his mind, as if he was shouting: Boy, tell me!

Just opening his eyes again, the beautiful girl seemed to be beaten by Ultraman, her eyebrows were about to stand up. The latest chapter of the school belle's close master

"Where are there so many spies in the world, you are overthinking." Yang Rui said.

"You are the spy." Under the streetlight at the entrance of the alley, a looming red scarf finally couldn't help but rushed out, pointed at Yang Rui and said, "This is how Uncle Lei Feng caught the spy."

Yang Rui was at a loss: "What the hell?"

"While Uncle Lei Feng was standing guard, he found an old man sneaking around and asking about the situation in the barracks, so he was arrested and interrogated, and it turned out that he was a spy. You are also sneaky!" The woman in the red scarf The child bravely accused Yang Rui, and said: "What is written in our textbooks is not wrong. Special teachers"

Not only Yang Rui, but also the Chinese who interpreted for foreigners were stunned. Is it really good to translate such words for foreign friends?

Yang Rui touched his forehead,

Sighed: "Your teacher has worked hard to teach you an idiom."

"Fight against the enemy agents!" The male red scarves hidden at the entrance of the alley finally couldn't help but rushed out. They made a running recovery with their left hands back, straightened their right hands and clenched their fists, and ran at high speed. If you look sideways, it's Superman flying. Of course, they were now pretending to be holding red tasseled guns or bayonets.

"Let's go." Yang Rui stood up helplessly.

"You stop. You too, stop them!" The aunt is not a bureaucrat who just talks and doesn't do anything. She grabbed Yang Rui's clothes and arranged for the children to block the entrance of the alley.

"Lao Zhang Lao Wang, Lao Li Xiao Huang, Lao Zhou Wang Si, Da Li Zi, and the tofu seller, take them out for me." The aunt shouted the names of the soldiers, and quickly surrounded Yang Rui and others.

The chaotic shop owner holding a rolling pin, the e-shop owner holding a kitchen knife, the stewed shop owner holding a pot lid, and the tofu shop owner holding a pocket are in front of them, their sleeves rattling in the cold wind.

The owner of the tofu shop looked ahead, tensed his arms, and asked softly, "Old Liu's, why am I the only one who sells tofu?"

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Half an hour later, the police from the police station came to the alley where swords were drawn and were working on the spot.

The instructor of the police station sat down on the long bench of the tofu stand with a look of bitterness and hatred, and fell silent.

The aunt of the neighborhood committee said anxiously: "Hey, why don't you talk when you're here."

"I don't understand English, what are you talking about?" The instructor looked at the aunt angrily, and said, "Besides, what am I asking?"

"Just ask them if they're spies."

"They're going to say no."

"Then they are lying!" The aunt said firmly: "My youngest has heard them talking, the number is huge, isn't it?"

Wearing a red scarf, the youngest came out from behind the old Wang of Chaos Shop embarrassedly.

The instructor said kindly: "Little sister, can you understand what they said? You repeat it."

"I only understand numbers." The youngest in a red scarf whispered, "The Children's Palace recently taught numbers."

"Then say the numbers, what did they say."

"He said 20 million, he said 12 million, and then he said 2 million..." The little girl pointed to Yang Rui, Arnold and others, saying the same thing.

"Is that so?" The instructor turned around and asked Yang Rui.

Yang Rui raised his eyebrows and said, "I did say these numbers."

"Then what did you say?" the instructor asked.

"It's not convenient to say." Yang Rui replied.

"Agent!" The red scarf poked a head out of the aunt's armpit, gnashing her teeth.

"You have to explain, otherwise, I will let you go, and everyone will not agree." Looking at Yang Rui's young and handsome face, the instructor felt a little inexplicably excited.

Yang Rui looked around, feeling very helpless, and thought about it: "I represent a Hong Kong company and offer quotations to several other foreign companies, and 20 million is part of the quotation, which is about the same."

The instructor didn't know whether he believed it or not, and his eyes turned around Yang Rui.

The aunt even shouted triumphantly: "Isn't it? There is a deal."

"Fair transaction, reasonable and legal, and it is a transaction between Hong Kong company and British, American, Japanese and other companies." Yang Rui turned his head and explained, "Can we leave?"

The instructor pondered for a moment, then said: "Call the leader of your unit, bring the letter of introduction and your ID card to pick up the person. If you are a foreigner, wait for someone from the foreign affairs department to come."