Chapter 48 Zhao Hongjin straightened her back, she felt a little numb
Sometimes, people have to be responsible for what they say.
Cheng Daqi thought it was just an ordinary interview at first, but looking back now, it seems to be the beginning of the gears of fate turning.
After seeing the news about Zhao Hongjin, he did not hesitate and directly admitted that it was him.
"It was me who was tricked by ABC. They used it directly in the news broadcast without my authorization."
Zhao Hongjin is a top-level connection, but there is no need to force it.
Cheng Daqi now lacks the sense of urgency he had when he first became a homeless man.
At that time, he was wandering alone on the streets of a foreign country. When he saw Zhao Hongjin, a person with great potential, he naturally wanted to make good friends.
If you can’t stay in the United States in the future, you can still go back to your country to support you.
Now that the cooperation with Eris has been finalized, there are only a few days left to get the system’s identity rewards.
The high probability is that he will stay in the United States in the future, and the possibility of returning to China for development is no longer high.
The even more unavoidable problem is that those words were what he said, and that person is himself.
Xiao Zhao, I’m showing off my cards, I won’t pretend anymore.
You are very good, you have golden thighs in human form, but I don’t need to be hugged so much now.
Looking hesitantly at Cheng Daqi's reply, Zhao Hongjin frowned.
Did you really admit it directly? He is really a beauty colonist, right?
She saw the video while diving in the Fetion group today, and immediately sent it to Cheng Daqi.
Zhao Hongjin thought there was some misunderstanding. After all, she had a pretty good impression of Cheng Daqi.
But Cheng Daqi's answer was beyond her expectation.
He directly admitted that it was him, and there was a hint of 'I spoke from my heart' in his meaning.
It can be said that he explained without any concealment at all.
“Well, I think it’s normal for everyone to have their own opinions. After all, one flower has one world, let alone a living person.
But Mr. Cheng, you said this, What is the purpose? ”
Zhao Hongjin can understand the pluralistic values, but she does not understand the purpose of Cheng Daqi.
This girl clearly remembers that Cheng Daqi’s complaints about the United States before were so precise and sharp, but not at all polite.
From Cheng Daqi's words, she could tell that Cheng Daqi was a smart man with a big vision and a big picture.
Such smart people have strong independent thinking abilities and can clearly understand how to find the best way out for themselves at different times and in different events.
In fact, Zhao Hongjin is very clear about many things, and she believes that Cheng Daqi will not be unclear about it either.
Zhao Hongjin was sure that Cheng Daqi was as smart as himself.
A person who met her for the first time guessed her school based on just a little information, and the subsequent chat was also very pleasant.
She knew that Cheng Daqi might have another purpose, but she was used to different people approaching her with their own purposes.
However, Cheng Daqi is too strange, really too strange.
A person with the ability to think independently said something ‘not very smart’ in an interview.
There are only two reasons for this situation.
Either the butt determines the head. He is very smart, so he understands the meaning of speaking for his position.
Or there is another mystery, just using language as a tool, with the purpose hidden behind it, and cannot be told to others.
Zhao Hongjin wanted to know what kind of great instrument it was.
If it is the first type, then there is nothing to communicate with, just see each other again.
‘Answer me, what is your purpose? ’
Cheng Daqi could not reply to Zhao Hongjin’s question.
They use Fetion to chat, which is a Chinese software. However, the network operator is an American company. Zhao Hongjin's identity may be very sensitive and there is a certain probability of being monitored. (Those who are serious can learn about the history of surveillance in the United States)
Cheng Daqi has already planned to take a road of no return.
He has also suffered the loss of speaking rashly.
American television stations do not adhere to military ethics, but compared with the American intelligence agencies, their behavior is just trivial.
Seeing that there was no reply from the other party, Zhao Hongjin curled his lips in boredom.
She was wondering whether to delete it now or in two days.
Basic respect is still needed, pick a middle value and delete it tomorrow.
“Do you still remember the issue we talked about last time?”
Cheng Daqi did not answer Zhao Hongjin’s question, but talked about the issue that he had not had time to talk about last time.
The signature of Zhao Hongjin’s Fetion Letter was ‘Asking such a green mountain, do you want to come back again? ’
He asked Zhao Hongjin what kind of mountain Qingshan was, but Sister Zhao was busy at the time, so she called back and chatted for two days.
The beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and Zhao Hongjin remembered the problems before Cheng Daqi.
She didn't want to reply to Cheng Daqi's message, but this man really touched her itch.
Last time she declined to talk at another time. In addition to being busy with her paper, she also had another reason: she wanted to have a good chat with Cheng Daqi about the origin and meaning of the signature.
She liked Xin Qiji and his heroic spirit of watching swordsmanship while drunk. When she was a child, she even hated herself for not being a man.
For thousands of years, the world has thought that Xin Qiji’s Qingshan Return is a place to revisit to enjoy the scenery.
But Zhao Hongjin thought differently. From the first time she saw this poem, she had a paranoid feeling that the green mountains that layman Jiaxuan relied on were not scenery, but the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers that the Southern Song Dynasty gave up.
As she grew older, Zhao Hongjin’s appreciation of this poem went to a higher level, so she used this poem by Jiaxuan layman as her signature.
“My signature is a poem by Jiaxuan layman. You can search the meaning online. As for what kind of mountain you are asking about, Qingshan, different people have different answers.”
Last time she wanted to find time to have a good chat, but now she didn't want to talk.
So she just replied briefly without explaining in depth.
The arrogant Sister Zhao doesn’t like to be a dog.
Who made Cheng Daqi want to be America’s dog?
“So, your signature is quite interesting, but it’s still a little worse than mine, haha.”
After replying this sentence, Cheng Daqi found an article about Prism Gate and sent it to Zhao Hongjin.
‘She should understand, right? ’
It’s not that Cheng Daqi is deliberately superfluous or mysterious, it’s actually that the lower limit of the United States’ inhumanity is too low.
It doesn’t matter whether Sister Zhao understands it or not. If she doesn’t understand it, she just loses a top-level connection she just met, so it’s not a big problem.
It would be better if you can understand. It is always good to have more energetic friends.
After replying to the message, Cheng Daqi got on the bus and headed back to the starting point.
The black girl over there had already called him worriedly.
In a Chinese-style decorated villa in San Luodu, Zhao Hongjin straightened her back on the sofa, and her posture changed from curled up to sitting upright.
Just now she felt the numbness in her spine.
Which colonist likes to see the plum blossoms in the North Sea!
The person who wrote this sentence has become a taboo around the world.
Looking at Da Qi’s signature, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with confusion and then surprise.
I think of Cheng Daqi’s article about the prism door. I think of Cheng Daqi’s signature.
Zhao Hongjin discovered for the first time that there are such interesting stories in this world.
And she seemed to understand what the people in the story wanted to do.
Yesterday I also said that if I wrote about the chat between Zhao Hongjin and Cheng Daqi, I could easily write a few thousand words. Unexpectedly, I got my own boomerang today. Hahahaha, the two chatted for five sentences, and I actually wrote it. A whole two thousand words hahahaha, I’m so useless, but brothers, I really didn’t mean to be stupid (quietly: I even think the end of the chat is a bit short, I can write more about Sister Zhao in detail) I have a psychological change, but I really don’t dare to continue writing, otherwise I will be stuck writing three thousand words for five sentences of dialogue)
(This chapter. End)