Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 608: Is it your face?

Remember [lnmao.org] in one second, fast update, no pop-up window, free to read!

After coming out of the University of Tokyo, Zhou Qingfeng's has a relaxed and calm mood, and has a rare calmness in recent times. He called a taxi to return to Soka, and fell asleep on the road with the shaking of the car body. He didn't wake up until taxi stopped at the entrance of Hashimoto Family and the driver called him twice.

Paid to get off the bus, the sky was still dark, and the street lamp shone the lonely shadow on the ground. Zhou Qingfeng suddenly smiled, standing alone in a strange street in a strange city like this, how could there be a little bit of disdain for the heroes, with the world's temperament.

However, this desertedness also has the benefit of desertedness.

Smirking for a while, a truck drove in the distance. Zhou Qingfeng was busy giving way to the roadside, he thought it would be Hashimoto Jiro to get up early to buy, who knows that the car was driving near but it was Mr. Judi opposite Hashimoto sushi restaurant.

"Good morning Lin-san! You are working all night, have you just come back? It is too hard." Mr. Judi wore a work clothes, dressed as a porter, drove the car into his garage, a few boxes of neat hands Flowers came out of the carriage.

"You are also working hard." Zhou Qingfeng said hello in a nonchalant way, and walked towards Hashimoto Family. It's just that it wasn't bright yet this day, and knocking on the door seemed a little disturbing to others' sleep. He went to the window of the second floor of the sushi restaurant and planned to go directly into the wall.

"Hashimoto Family is nobody now." Mr. Judi was busy carrying a few boxes of flowers back and forth, and saw Zhou Qingfeng walking around the door of Hashimoto Family, he said quickly.

"Nobody?"

"I heard that I have participated in the recording of the show, but I haven't returned all night."

"Program recording?"

"Yeah, it seems like an invitation from a TV station. The decision made by Mr. Hashimoto took the family happily. You do n’t know anything about it?"

I have n’t been back for several days. During this time, I was either looking for the freighter, or coordinating Professor Alonzo, or forcing the Yakuza of the Xintian team to collect the water. I know a ghost!

However, this reminds Zhou Qingfeng that there is still a condition for the success or failure of the NTZ project, that is, to push Hashimoto Na to Japan's `` the most concerned entertainment newcomer of the year ''. This ranking, organized by Yahoo Japan ’s joint media, is over half a month away, and the Hashimoto Na ranking ...

Damn ... I have n’t made it into the top ten, swaying in more than thirty places, not even as good as another bad luck Beichuan Tiaosi. Because this ranking only looks at the search volume and the nature of media entertainment, the latter's experience makes people all over Japan laugh at stomach cramps, so unfortunately it hangs in more than twenty positions.

"Lin-san, would you like to have a drink?" Mr. Judi was busy, and voluntarily came to invite.

"Ah ..., is it convenient?" Zhou Qingfeng is also nowhere to go, and he is not good at grilling Hashimoto Family's windows in the face of others.

"If it is Lin-san, it will be an honor for me." Mr. Judi is very enthusiastic. He let Zhou Qingfeng into his living room, took off the sleeves for carrying, and took out some wine from the refrigerator.

There is a small yard in the Judi Flower Shop, and the two of them sit cross-legged in the open air. Mr. Judi poured a glass of sake to Zhou Qingfeng, picked up the glass and said with respect: "Lin-san came to Japan from China to work hard, must it be very hard? Can you make the current results, it is really admirable."

Um ..., what the **** is this? !

Zhou Qingfeng opened his mouth and did n’t know how to explain it. Although he used to wear big sunglasses, he seemed to be full of bitterness and words. He called Mr. Judi and sighed again: "Before Hashimoto Family When we encountered the oppression of Yakuza, we were unable to help, and we were really helpless. Lin-san subdued Yakuza, and I must express my gratitude. "

"You are too polite." Zhou Qingfeng suffocated a few words in his stomach, and thought: What am I supposed to say? Could it be said that I actually came to Lei Feng to cross the ocean and specialize in punishing evil and saving the people of Li Min?

You can only hold it ..., drink!

"With Lin-san, our neighbors have made a lot of money. The bad boys nearby don't dare to mess up, and the Yakuza who received the protection fee is even more extinct. It makes people feel comfortable!" It seems that Mr. Judi is holding back. , Drinking and drinking is very happy, one after another.

Isn't that right? Since the video of "Beautiful Girl Fighting Yakuza" came out, Hashimoto Sushi Restaurant is quite famous. The bad luck of the Xintian Group is warning all the bad people. This place is like a tiger cave in Longtan. The rumors are more powerful than the police.

Zhou Qingfeng feels that he is not Lei Feng, he has become Lei Feng, and he also has the attributes of policing and doubling the effect. It is true that as long as he appears, he can always suppress chaos and restore order.

In Wasteland, New York, Nassau, Cuba, Florida, and Merida, all of this is true, and now the real world Tokyo has the same effect.

"Lin-san is planning to marry Nako, isn't it?" Mr. Judi has a few consecutive glasses of wine and is not so cautious. It should be known that Japanese men who drink alcohol and Japanese men who do not drink alcohol are completely different lifeforms.

However, this topic is even harder to answer. This is to deny it when other girls are asleep.

Zhou Qingfeng was speechless for a while, Mr. Judi did not expect the other party to answer and continued: "Lin-san's idea is good, can please Nako, and you can become a Japanese citizen after marriage."

Uh ... wait!

"Mr. Judi, you are wrong, I never thought of being a Japanese." Zhou Qingfeng quickly denied.

"Ha Ha Ha ..., don't deny it. Mr. Hashimoto Jiro told me that he basically recognized you. Although he doesn't like a Chinese to pursue his daughter too much, as long as you work hard, you still have a chance of success. Come on! "Mr. Judi smiled and called a joy, even with a little frivolity.

Zhou Qingfeng takes a look at the sake in his hand and thinks: This wine is not so high, how can I infuse myself like this without a few glasses? Did your eyes see me wanting to stay as a Japanese? I am only a woman, not a Japanese.

"Mr. Judi, Nako and I are just ordinary men and women. Although we have a deeper relationship, I like her not to marry her, not to be a naturalized Japanese." Zhou Qingfeng had to emphasize again. Don't even care about the face.

"Ha Ha Ha ..., young people are actually tsundere. But Mr. Hashimoto has revealed to us that you came to Japan from China just to pursue Nako. You have to say that you are very brave and personal." Mr. Judi Drink and drink and drink too much.

Zhou Qingfeng did n’t explain it repeatedly, and finally found that he was drunk with a person who was drunk with three glasses of wine. He had to complain a few words in his heart: What did Hashimoto Na's father publicize behind his back? Lao Tzu's namelessness is corrupted in this part of Japan.

In desperation, Mr. Judi has already drunk himself. Zhou Qingfeng walked out of the small courtyard of the Judi Flower Shop, and saw a taxi parked in front of the sushi restaurant opposite, and the Hashimoto family of three just got off.

The dressed-up family did not have any joy in doing a show on TV, but instead looked cloudy. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng on weekdays, Hashimoto Na is bound to jump up with joy, but today his father stopped him. Her mother Kyoko seemed to want to say hello, but she kept talking.

The most outrageous is Hashimoto Jiro himself. He said to Zhou Qingfeng with a sullen face: "Lin-san, what are you doing coming to our house? Please leave now and do n’t show up again. Nako has nothing to do with you in the future, nor will I I agree with you. "

Aha ..., it's a mess! Did I give you a face? (To be continued.)