Wang Tu Baye

Chapter 39 The City of a Thousand Stars
Bonnie Jill Laughlin felt very uncomfortable in her heart. Ever since she got on the luxury plane flying to the other side of the ocean at the Golden State Warriors Club, people around her kept finding all kinds of lame excuses to gather around and strike up a conversation.

Of course, this is not the pervert who coveted her beauty in the past. She would just get down on the ground with three punches and two legs. Now these are her colleagues in the Golden State Warriors Club. She can't show it anyway. Too out of gregarious and aloof.

David, the actual head of the delegation who could be her grandfather at that age, could not wait to show flattery and flattery on his face. Not only did he forcibly let Bonnie use the luxurious private room that belonged to him, but he also came over to chat about the weather if he had nothing to do.

Bonnie is tired of these hypocritical workplace cultures, but this kind of occasion is obviously not suitable for talking with fists. She saw envy, jealousy, contempt, flattery and other expressions in the eyes of the men and women club staff around her, which made her even more uncomfortable up.

Bonnie hated this annoying guy, Verus. Of course, she herself would not criticize the fact that she jumped up and stopped Verus to greet him at the club. Now everyone thinks she is the general manager, Verus. They are from Sri Lanka, and one of them is young and beautiful, and the other is tall and handsome, so it is impossible not to be misunderstood.

In the end, Bonnie could only hide in her room on the grounds that she was unwell and never came out to meet guests. Only then did she realize that this suite was unbelievably luxurious, not even inferior to ordinary 5-star hotel suites. You know And this is in an airplane at an altitude of [-] feet.

After soaking in a comfortable petal essential oil water pressure massage bath, Bonnie wrapped herself in a white and fragrant bathrobe and lay down on the huge soft big bed for a good night's sleep. The discomfort in her heart disappeared quickly.

Bonnie wants to become the best scout in NBA history, surpassing all male scouts. These days, she has been working all night to sort out information, statistics and online inquiries about various well-known players at home and abroad.

In particular, the Chinese players that Verus explained are the focus of her collection, but unfortunately, in the United States, except for the videos of the World Championships and the Olympics, there are almost zero other materials, which makes her scratch her head and do nothing.

Just after Bonnie changed back to her business attire, put on makeup and put on high heels, there was a knock on the door at the same time, and a voice outside said softly: "Hi, Bonnie, the plane is about to land in an hour, and we may You need to participate in some welcome ceremonies, do you come out first and eat something to cushion, you have slept for nearly 10 hours, this is not good for your health."

Bonnie opened the door and found Mr. David's flattering smiling face. She said helplessly, "Okay, thank you very much, Captain David."

Michelin-level top-quality steak, top foie gras, Lao Maozi caviar, French champagne, Bonnie, who was already hungry, quickly swept these delicacies into her stomach, while secretly swearing that this is a casual meal, So what is not to eat casually.

David, who was sitting by the side, talked nonsense from time to time. He clearly knew that he was just a cover. The general manager Verus didn't give him any tasks at all, so the real person in charge must be someone else. With an extremely strong self-brain ability, he firmly believes that the beauty in front of him is the last trump card.

Not long after Bonnie was full of wine and food, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Look, fighter jets, a lot of planes."

Everyone panicked and ran to various windows to look out. The probability of an ordinary civil aviation airliner encountering a fighter jet in the air is almost zero.

David stood up and shouted loudly: "Look at what you look like. This is the escort plane sent by China to welcome us. It's not proper to go back to your seat and sit down."

Only then did everyone feel relieved, and went back to their seats to sit down and discuss. Some people took out their cameras and took snaps of the outside. The four silver fighter planes outside the Xuan window changed to accompanying flight mode, and moved forward together around the two Boeings.

Bonnie was even more at a loss when she got off the plane and stepped on the red carpet. Hundreds of dolls wearing red scarves and holding flowers, seemingly disorganized but well-trained, shouted and then cheered loudly. The girl pinched left and right to correspond to each of the friendly guests. Looking around, the entire tarmac was full of black heads waving pennants and flowers, and it was impossible to see the end.

At this time, in the outskirts of San Francisco and Mountain View in the United States, in a deserted vehicle dump full of weeds and sparsely populated, a group of temporary dormitories has been sorted out. Hundreds of yellow-skinned people with disheveled faces and low morale , Chinese construction workers quietly gathered around several bonfires.

Someone rushed over with a newspaper and shouted anxiously, "Old Zhou, Lao Zhou, read today's San Francisco Times."

A middle-aged man listlessly walked out of an abandoned minibus. The bus had been stripped of its wheels, all internal facilities and windows, and could only be used as a barely shelter from the wind and rain.

He said dissatisfiedly: "Lao Cai, what are you calling for? Everyone has no oil in their stomachs, and they haven't eaten for a few days. It's dark, so it's a waste of energy."

The man known as Lao Cai hastily argued: "Old Zhou, don't talk to me, I have been in the United States for more than half a month. How did our third construction team of Shenzhou No. [-] Construction ever end up in such a miserable situation, and now we can't even afford to buy a plane ticket back to China?" The money is gone."

Lao Zhou said indignantly: "It's no wonder that damn black-hearted Wangba intermediary ran away with the project money. Fortunately, I insisted on not signing the contract, otherwise we will have to bear the blame. Now all our money is gone." After renting the equipment outside, I don’t even have money to eat and go back home.”

Lao Cai stopped talking nonsense and handed over the dirty San Francisco Times. In the dim bonfire, a line of large characters and subtitles could be vaguely seen.

The Golden State Warriors Basketball Club is open to the public for bidding, and sincerely welcomes major construction groups around the world to bid for quotations for the construction of the Golden State Warriors Club headquarters and training base.

(End of this chapter)