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Chapter 122 Hotspots
Hotel at night.

Gan Jing finally had the time to contact the mainland. There was a time difference between the two places, and it was daytime in Huaxia. He didn't call anyone else, but he called Uncle Zhang, the Red Shield security guard.

China's domestic media information is still unclear, and Uncle Zhang has no idea what Gan Jing experienced in the United States. When facing overseas calls, his first reaction is to keep the long story short and save some phone bills.

Gan Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, reported to him that he was safe and hung up the phone.

Immediately afterwards, he called the contact person of Legendary Films and communicated with him for a while. He didn't mention "The Hangover" at all, but said that he planned to borrow their place to hold a press conference.

As a Hollywood powerhouse, people from Legendary Films are very sensitive to all the troubles, so they naturally knew what happened, so they agreed.

Gan Jing had settled a matter ahead of time, but he was tossing and turning on the bed without any sleepiness, and it seemed that the time was only eleven o'clock.

"Go down and have some supper." Gan Jing touched his mobile phone, feeling a little lack of energy, but he just didn't feel sleepy.

When he walked out of the room, he suddenly realized that the jet lag hadn't reversed yet?

Flying from the capital to the United States, he almost fell asleep on the plane and was in an on-hook state. He only woke up supernatural at the last critical moment. He was moved to the hospital in the afternoon and rested for a while. Now his body probably automatically switches to Huaxia day time!

Gan Jing shook his head, wearing a coat and only slippers, and planned to go to the cafeteria on the first floor for supper.

Sitting in the elevator, following two tall foreigners, one black and one white, went down to the first floor, Gan Jing checked the direction and walked towards the hall.

The hotel is a five-star Manhattan in New York. There are people coming and going, and there are guests of all skin types. Although it is already 11 o'clock in the evening, it is still relatively busy.

On the way to the lobby, Gan Jing felt that several people were looking at him in the wrong way, but when he looked back, he found that they were a little hesitant, probably not sure if he was the rescue hero.

"When I'm on Oprah's talk show, will they ask me for an autograph?" Gan Jing thought to himself, rubbed his belly, and was indeed a little hungry.

On the left of the hall is the cafeteria, and on the right is a row of sofas for guests to rest.

Gan Jing glanced at it, then raised his foot and walked to the left.

At this moment, a long-legged foreign girl stood up on the sofa on the right. She gestured OK to her companion sitting on the sofa and walked over to Gan Jing.

When she walked in front of Gan Jing, Gan Jing thought it was blocking someone's way and hurried to the side, but when he went to the left, the foreign girl would go to the right, and if he went to the right, the foreign girl would go to the left.

The two went back and forth, Gan Jing took a step back, thought for a while and said, "Excuse-me?" This was one of the few English words he knew.

The foreign girl took a step forward and was about to answer when she suddenly twisted her foot and fell to the ground.

Ok?Ok? ?

A question mark appeared in Gan Jing's heart, he glanced to the side and saw that no one came up to help, so he squatted down and pulled Yangmei's hand, motioning for himself to pull her up.

"No, no, bad, bad." The foreign girl seemed to know that Gan Jing didn't know much English, so she just cried out in the most simple words.

What is this?Porcelain?In this foreign country, am I being touched?
Gan Jing didn't realize the hot figure of the foreign girl in front of him at all. Seeing that something was wrong with her not standing up, he immediately turned around and walked back without any hesitation.

"Hi, help." Gan Jing walked quickly to the lobby manager, pointing to the fallen foreign girl.

The foreign girl saw that Gan Jing had no pity for her, she didn't kneel down to comfort herself, she didn't strike up a conversation with her, she got up and walked towards the hotel entrance immediately.

Upon seeing this, the lobby manager took out the walkie-talkie at his waist and instructed the security outside the door to stop the woman.

After a lot of entanglement, Gan Jing held back his increasingly hungry stomach and watched the chattering between the lobby manager and the controlled foreign girl.

After a while, the lobby manager came over with a very respectful attitude.

"So you are Forrest Gump, thank you for staying in our Manhattan Hotel." The lobby manager was a black man, another black man Gan Jing met who could speak Chinese fluently.

Gan Jing nodded, and said weakly: "Yes, but I'm very hungry now."

The black manager hurriedly made a long story short: "That woman is a small model, I don't know where I heard that you are staying in our hotel, and she and her companion are holding a camera and planning to record a video and upload it to the Internet."

"What do you mean?" Gan Jing was confused.

"It's a video site, hit up a conversation with you, and then prove her charm." The black manager's face was a little weird.

This……

Ok?
Gan Jing was speechless, was he being spoofed?

He had heard before that a certain hotly discussed event would attract others to use the opportunity to show their presence, but he never thought that he would actually be the one being brushed...

This is probably called pigs afraid of being strong?No no no, making people afraid of being famous?
"Forget it." Gan Jing pointed helplessly at the foreign girl, and found that she was still winking at him. He shook his head and said to the lobby manager, "I'm going to Los Angeles by plane tomorrow, and I'll be at your hotel tonight." I want to take a good rest, so I won’t encounter such a thing again, right?”

The black manager patted his chest and said, "Forrest Gump, don't worry, half a fly can't get close to you." It is their standard to provide high-quality service to customers, not to mention that this one is not a mortal, he saved an airplane Oriental Forrest Gump.

Gan Jing nodded, not interested in approaching the foreign girl, turned around and walked towards the restaurant.

"Gump! Gump!" Seeing that he had no intention of coming over, the foreign girl immediately stood up from the sofa and called out loudly.

Gan Jing glanced helplessly, and saw the black manager striding over—well, the world is quiet now.

The supper was delicious, and he had plenty of rest after eating and drinking. Sure enough, Gan Jing didn't see a single fly this night.

However, when leaving the next day, the black manager specially sent a special car to see Gan Jing off.

"Forrest Gump, go this way."

Seeing that he didn't guide himself to walk from the main entrance, but from the underground garage, Gan Jing was very puzzled.

"That Alice is squatting you outside the hotel." The black manager said, "We don't control the outside of the hotel, so you can be quieter. Alice has some background."

Gan Jing shrugged and followed the arrangement.

It turns out that the foreign girl is called Alice, maybe this is my first fan girl? !

Uh, I didn't even notice what he looked like.

Until boarding the plane, until seeing Director Lacey, Gan Jing still had some regrets. Although he came here to catch up on his hot spot, although he was a bit suspected of wanting to touch porcelain, did he at least see his face before going to the lobby manager?
"Haha, Forrest Gump, I have mixed feelings to see you so lively." Director Lesser spoke a long series of Chinese, but his accent was strange.

"This idiom..."

Gan Jing glanced at his old friend beside him, and Fat George was blinking at him.

Shaking his head, Gan Jing stepped forward, hugged the really excited white director, and said with a smile, "I have mixed feelings too."

Fat George immediately started simultaneous translation, and translated accurately: "He-is-fine."

Gan Jing glanced at him, um, this is fine.

(End of this chapter)