Zhang Xiangbei stood up, took the backpack on the sofa, opened it, took out his iPad from inside, climbed over the wall to log in to his Facebook account, and at the same time opened the Skype software, clicked on many of his friends, and asked them to go Look at your Facebook.

Zhang Xiangbei looked at his watch and asked Xiangnan, "Who are you going to ask to come as soon as you call?"

"My classmates from all over the world, as well as the members of my fighting club, and the people who grow vegetables with me." Zhang Xiangbei said, "I have done the math, and these people happen to be from the countries and regions I mentioned earlier. Everything is available.”

"It's early morning in the United States now," Xiang Nan said.

"What does it matter? During the winter vacation, who will sleep at night instead of surfing the Internet? Also, it is still morning in Europe and the Middle East, and it is also afternoon in Japan and South Korea like us." Zhang Xiangbei said.

Zhang Xiangbei posted the English invitation he wrote on Facebook. Within ten minutes, translated versions in various languages ​​were sent back, including Spanish and German. Three or four copies were sent to him at once. Nan looked at it and shouted:

"Okay, Zhang Xiangbei, can it be done so quickly?"

"The invitation is ready," Zhang Xiangbei said. "The next step is the website and album, which will take a little more time."

"Okay, Zhang Xiangbei, you will dedicate this holiday to our drama festival. I can give you a hard work award then." Xiangnan said with a smile.

"No, just award yourself to me." Zhang Xiangbei said.

"What a beautiful idea." Xiang Nan said coquettishly.

Zhang Xiangbei picked up his iPad and tapped it lightly on the table: "Then I'm on strike."

"No, no, I can rest assured that you can do things, Zhang Xiangbei." Xiangnan quickly coaxed Zhang Xiangbei, "You have to believe that your efforts will definitely be rewarded."

Zhang Xiangbei said that if he dared to go on strike, he set up a working group on Skype and asked his classmates, brothers and sisters from all over the world to participate voluntarily.

Zhang Xiangbei first translated the text content on the album and website into English and sent it to everyone. Everyone then translated it into their own mother tongue based on Zhang Xiangbei’s English version. The person responsible for website production and album design then based on these manuscripts, The website is modified and remade.

Every morning, Zhang Xiangbei and Xiangnan went to Xiangnan's office together, and worked until midnight before coming back. After more than a week of busy work, they finally completed all the work, and created a "China·Yongcheng" in ten languages. The official website of the "International Street Theater Festival" was officially launched, and the manuscript of the album was also expressly delivered to Qu Tianlin.

As for the invitation, Xiangnan accepted Zhang Xiangbei's suggestion not to print it, but to print it with a printer. Zhang Xiangbei and Xiangnan said that this way the recipients would feel more considerate.

Xiangnan and Zhang Xiangbei said, "By the way, I have been busy for more than a week. Do we need to pay some remuneration to your classmates? Zhang Xiangbei, I can't afford more."

"No need." Zhang Xiangbei said, "I let them work to give them face. It is normal for everyone to help each other. Who cares about this."

"Well, I thought that only Northeasterners were active frontiers. It turns out that there are so many active frontiers in this evil capitalist country," said Xiangnan.

Xiangnan sat there and looked at Zhang Xiangbei who kept laughing. Zhang Xiangbei asked, "Why are you laughing?"

"Zhang Xiangbei, I believe it." Xiangnan said.

Zhang Xiangbei was surprised and asked, "What do you believe?"

"I believe you are Uncle Zhang Chen's biological child." Xiang Nan smiled.

"nonsense."

"Really, Zhang Xiangbei, you are very similar to Uncle Zhang Chen. They are like this, this, that's it, Zhang Xiangbei." Xiangnan imitated Zhang Xiangbei's look and frowned slightly. He folded his hands on his chest: "That's it. Then the thoughts and ideas came out one by one, and there were a lot of them. Tell me, is your father like this?"

Zhang Xiangbei also laughed.

Everything was done, and today was the weekend again. Xiangnan stood up and said to Zhang Xiangbei, "Let's go. I promised you a reward. I'll treat you to a spicy fish pot."

Zhang Xiangbei said yes, and the two stood up and were about to go out. Ding Yousong and Yin Tao came in from the outside, looked at them with a smile, looked at them southward, understood their purpose, and cursed:

"You can't see anyone when you're working. Why, now that the work is done, the freeloaders are here? The timing is really accurate."

Yin Tao pointed at Ding Yousong and asked Xiang Nan, "Why are you pointing at him?"

"He told me it was time, so I followed him," Yin Tao said.

"He controls the time, but it's you who comes up with the idea, right? Don't think I don't know." Xiang Nan said.

Yin Tao giggled: "Don't we all understand what you are doing? I don't know Spanish or French, and my English is worse than an American pig. I only know Zhuji dialect. Do you want me to help? Do you want to create a Zhuji dialect website?"

"Get out of here." Xiang Nan cursed.

Ding Yousong said seriously: "Actually, we have been silently supporting you from behind. Your spiritual encouragement is priceless. Do you understand, boss?"

Zhang Xiangbei scolded: "After all, he is the composer, and what he says is better than what he sings."

Ding Yousong laughed heartily: "How can you cheat someone into getting wine without nice words?"

"That's so verbose, let's go, let's go together." Xiang Nan said.

The four of them went downstairs and arrived at the parking lot. Xiangnan and Zhang Xiangbei said, "Drive your old Buick."

Walking to Zhang Xiangbei's car, Xiangnan said, "I'll drive, you don't know the place."

The four people got in the car and drove south. They passed the gate of the Yongcheng Party Committee and City Government. They turned left at the intersection in front and drove straight ahead. They drove past the Yongcheng Detention Center. After passing the detention center, the cement under the car was The road also disappeared and was instead a mountain road paved with gravel. Only then did Zhang Xiangbei know why Xiangnan drove his old Buick instead of her BMW.

This road is somewhat difficult to walk.

As we continue to drive south into the col, the houses on both sides become increasingly sparse and sparse. They are all built on the hillsides on both sides. At the end of the drive, there is a big uphill slope. If you step on the accelerator to the south, the car roars up. After going up, there is a There is an open space, and behind the open space is a two-story building.

Parking the car in the south, Zhang Xiangbei saw a lot of cars parked here. From the noisy sounds and complex smells wafting from the house, Zhang Xiangbei knew that this was a hotel, but strangely, this hotel There's not even a signboard.

The layout of the whole house is not that of a hotel, but that of an ordinary residential building. After entering the door, there is the front of the hall. There is a cashier in front of the hall. On both sides of the door, there is a long sofa on one side. There are people sitting here. Eat melon seeds while waiting for someone.

Xiang Nan and Ding Yousong were obviously regular customers here. The proprietress behind the cashier stood up when she saw them coming and said to Xiang Nan, "Are you here?"

Xiang Nan smiled at her: "Here he comes."

"No. 3 on the second floor," the landlady said.

After Xiang Nan said yes, the landlady shouted, and immediately a young man ran out from the side door in front of the hall. When he saw Xiang Nan and the others, he grinned and said, "Here?"

Xiang Nan nodded.

The young man led them to the back, where there were stairs leading upstairs. The young man did not go upstairs, but continued to walk towards a door at the back. When he opened the door, there was a yard outside. On one side of the yard, there was a temporary add-on room. The built building is full of heat, pots and spoons are clanging, it is the kitchen of this hotel.

On the other side is a row of terrazzo pools. A woman is standing there washing vegetables, while another is scraping fish scales with the back of a knife.

The young man led them and continued walking towards the foot of the mountain. They came to a square pond built with stones, about five or six square meters in size. The pond was about two meters deep. The water in the pond was very shallow. At one bottom, the water is a mountain spring flowing from the mountain behind. There are dozens of half-meter-long fat-headed fish swimming in the pond.

The young man picked up a net with a long wooden handle by the pond and asked Xiang Nan, "Which one do you want?"

Several people stood and pointed, and after confirming the largest one, Xiang Nan said, "That's the one."

"okay."

The young man picked up the net and slowly approached the fish. The fish didn't notice it at all and was still swimming freely. When the net was almost close to the water, the young man leaned forward, suddenly straightened his arms, and flicked his wrist. Shaking, the net fell into the water with a "snap".

The fish in the pond shook their bodies and jumped away.

Zhang Xiangbei watched the young man leaning forward, almost falling into the pond. Just as he was about to exclaim, the young man's body bounced back like a bent bamboo. He fell back, holding the gun in his hand. When he lifted the net, he already had the fish in his head, and then squatted down. With a "Hi" sound, he caught a big fish weighing seven or eight kilograms, still struggling in the net.

"Okay, let's go up." Xiang Nan said.

The four people went upstairs. At the top of the stairs was a corridor. Outside the corridor was the open space and the mountain road they came in. On this side of the corridor, there were five rooms. They walked to the third room. In the room The light is on and the door is closed.

Pushing the door open, there was a round table inside. In the middle of the table, there was a single-head gas stove. Under the table, there was a liquefied gas cylinder, and a rubber tube passed through the tabletop and was connected to the gas stove above.

There were six cold dishes placed around the gas stove, including spiced beef, pickled radish, steamed duck in sauce, braised chicken feet, salted edamame and a plate of fried stinky tofu.

The four of them had just sat down when the landlady came in to order. There was no menu. Before Xiang Nan could speak, she said:

"One steamed meatball, one fried screw with sauce, and one stewed pig's trotters and bamboo shoots. That's enough. That's enough. Your fish weighs seven pounds and two taels."

Xiang Nan said yes, thank you boss lady.

"Thank you for what you want to drink?" asked the landlady.

Xiangnan pointed to Zhang Xiangbei and Ding Yousong and said, "The two of them drink bayberry wine, and we drink corn juice."

As soon as the proprietress left, the waiter came in with a stainless steel basin. The basin was full of spicy fish that had been cooked underneath, with a layer of green and red peppers and green garlic sprouts floating on top, as well as white fish, brown oyster mushrooms and bright red Jinhua ham slices.

The movement is really fast, Zhang Xiangbei thought to himself.

The waiter placed the basin on the gas stove, reached out and lit the gas stove with a click.

Zhang Xiangbei had smelled the fragrance a long time ago, and when he saw the attractive color, he couldn't bear it anymore. He picked up the chopsticks and was about to pick them. Xiangnan knocked his chopsticks away with his chopsticks and said to him:

"Wait a minute, cook it for a while. It will taste delicious after the flavor is cooked in. Eat other dishes first."

"A bit harsh." Ding Yousong said.

"I want you to take care of it." Xiang Nan cursed, while Zhang Xiangbei sat there, smiling.

Xiang Nan gave him a piece of stinky tofu and said to him, "Eat this first. It won't taste good if it's cold."

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