Divine Perspective: Married to President Bai Fumei

"Walker, are you..."

"Square dance! Du Heng, come here and get excited!"

When Du Heng rushed to the scene.

What I saw was that Walker was being watched strangely by people, but he didn't mind at all, dancing square dance with a group of aunts.

Du Heng can only say that my brother really knows how to play!
After seeing Du Heng.

Walker waited until the end of a song before bouncing out of the crowd.

"Du Heng, your square dance is really interesting. I have always wanted to experience it before, but every time I come and go in a hurry, there is no time to sink my heart and experience the daily life of Huaguo."

"As long as you like it."

"I like it! I like it very much! I found out that they will come around seven o'clock tomorrow morning." Walker said excitedly.

It seems that I really like it.

It's only been a short time since I danced, and I even inquired about the timetable for other square dances.

"Then let's go to the night market next? Shall we fill our stomachs first?"

"Okay, this is something I've wanted to experience for a long time. It's the kind of roadside stalls in the streets and alleys. Don't take me to a restaurant with luxurious decoration, it's not authentic."

But the big restaurant is really delicious.

Du Heng naturally did not say these things to refute foreign friends, but took Walker to an old street not far from Lanhai Square.

Just turned into the street.

The turbulent fireworks in the world, well, that is, the mouth-watering barbecue fireworks will come oncoming.

"Yes! That's the taste!"

"This is the taste of life!" Walker expressed intoxication, "The barbecue I ate in those big restaurants has never had such a taste, and there is no atmosphere at all."

Du Heng agrees with this point.

When he had no money, he also imagined what it would be like to eat barbecue in a big restaurant.

After several top hotels in Kequ City took turns eating it many times, Du Heng felt that it would be more interesting to go to a roadside stall to eat skewers with the big guys.

"Boss, first come ten big kidneys!"

Walker shouted his order as soon as he sat down.

Hearing the mandarin with a strange accent, the boss and the guests looked over curiously, and even more curious when they saw that it was really a foreigner.

Seeing this, Du Heng fell into deep thought.

The old man called his waist when he came up, could it be that he has to help arrange some interesting programs at night?

This has to call the old cow.

He, Du Heng, is completely incomprehensible about being a good contemporary man.

Finish ordering.

While waiting for the food to be served, Du Heng asked his doubts.

Unexpectedly, Walker looked at him in horror.

Head shaking like a rattle.

"No, no, no! I want to go to the bathhouse at night, but it must be a regular one! A woman has experienced too much in the first half of her life. I came to Huaguo to cultivate my body and mind."

Skillful.

The bathhouses I know are all legitimate, and is it possible that there are still irregular bathhouses in this world?
"Boss Du, I'll give you two plates of snails and two plates of peanuts. Take care of the business in the future."

"Thank you."

Du Heng was not polite to the owner of the barbecue stall. He and his employees usually ate skewers at this old street barbecue restaurant, and they had eaten tens of thousands of them.

"The waist is coming up!"

Accompanied by various grills recommended by other Duheng.

"Is there any Gala? I want Ha beer to eat Gala!" Walker bit his big waist, and suddenly said an incomprehensible sentence.

After careful consideration, Du Heng realized that Walker was learning Qingdao dialect.

"Boss, get some more clams, oysters are fine without clams."

"All."

"Then go!"

Beer must be blown against the bottle.

After two bottles, Du Heng became drunk again.Pulling Chen Po and Walker's bodyguard to drink together, but Chen Po sternly refused.

"Boss, the lady boss asked me to supervise you."

"Although I won't report, you should drink less."

Huh?
When I think of the angry pretty face of my daughter-in-law, why do I suddenly lose the worldly desire to drink?

so amazing.

After eating an early barbecue supper, Walker ate so much oil that he enjoyed it.

"Come back tomorrow night!"

Brother, wait until you don’t get angry or froth tonight before you say this, one person eats more than the three of them combined!
"Walker, will I take you to the night market next?"

Walker gritted his teeth contentedly and nodded.

"The law and order in your country is really good, there are so many people at night."

"There are a lot of people in Paris at night."

Walker shook his head: "That's just the vicinity of the tourist attractions you saw. In fact, it's a normal living area. At this point in time, there are very few pedestrians on the road, and the shops are closed early."

"I remember that there is a saying on your Huaguo website, free America, every day of gun battles, our country is actually not much better."

Then the elder brother who was lamenting international current affairs added.

"Of course, a small part of the shootout in Paris at night should be related to me."

You're pretty self-aware.

Visited the food stalls.

Walker took another handful of food in his hand, especially full of praise for the stinky tofu, and he never stopped eating three or four yuan.

Du Heng wondered if his stomach was a bottomless pit?
"Du Heng, I heard that the antique industry in Qu City is booming. What ghosts are going on at night? Is there something going on tonight? I want to go and see."

Du Heng nodded.

"Is there really a ghost for sale?" The foreigner looked curious.

Du Heng couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the words, and hurriedly explained: "It's just selling some shady things. Some things in your gangsters are not easy to sell in an open manner. There should be a special black market for selling stolen goods, right?"

"Oh, I understand when you say that, a ghost market is a black market."

"Almost, the antique industry in Qushi is booming. Most of the black market here is sold stolen goods or antiques from tomb robbery. Most people are used to calling it a ghost market."

"However, there are basically no good things in Qushi's ghost market today, and fakes account for the vast majority."

This is what Du Heng personally practiced.

After he possessed the eyes of the sky, he ran through Qushi Antique Street and ghost markets of all sizes, and he didn't pick up a single one!

I ran seven or eight times in the follow-up, but still got nothing.

Du Heng gave up in dismay.

Later, it was Brother Tang who explained that Jiangning Province, especially Qu City, had him here, so if he wanted to sell the stolen goods, he could just go to Gou Village, why bother going to the ghost market to worry about it.

Now the blow from above is getting more and more severe.

Selling stolen goods in ghost markets is no longer as safe as it used to be.

There are only those stunned youths who have just entered the industry who have no one to take them with them. They may not know the name of Tang Ye Jiangning, so they go to the ghost market to sell their stolen goods.

What can Du Heng say about this?

Brother Tang is better than him!

Due to this, Du Heng is also more grateful to Li Zhiyao who gave him the opportunity at the beginning, if Li Zhiyao hadn't brought him to the auction in Xiagou Village.

Even if he had a golden finger, he couldn't find a place to use it and couldn't get money at that time!

Under the leadership of Du Heng.

A group of people came to the back door of an old residential area in Qushi.

Du Heng stepped forward to report.

The rusty iron door creaked open.

"Is this a ghost city? I don't think this is a residential area?" Walker asked curiously.

Du Heng led the way forward without saying a word.

After passing through two small iron gates, the eyes suddenly opened up.

In the aisle between two rows of old six-story buildings, there are stalls along the walls.The original bicycle storage in the center has also been remodeled and turned into cubicle shops.

"Wow, this is so lively."

But it's just crowded.

The voices from the stall owner to the customer are deliberately suppressing no one to speak loudly.