Chapter 105 North American Big Girl

Pan Hongsheng is very incomprehensible about the energy conservation practices of small hotels in North America.

Although his physique is much stronger than ordinary people, he is not very suitable for this limited-time heating.

In order to get closer to Orion's nest, he specially chose this hotel, which is not so well-equipped.

"Sir, it's time for us to clean up," the waiter is tall, with big breasts a little exaggerated, a red-faced typical North American country girl, and wearing a dirty apron.

Pan Hongsheng suspected that the waiter was suspected of selling pornographic services in disguise, because who would clean up in the middle of the night?

To confirm his suspicion, he took out a hundred dollars and put it on the table: "Thank you, this is a tip."

A pair of big meat bombs hit him without his consent, indiscriminately hitting him on the cheek.

This American girl is very proficient in business, so that Pan Hongsheng actually handed over the gun in half an hour.

"You're pretty good! The Japanese boy next door hung up in three minutes. The American girl tied up her hair while gargling her mouth. It seemed that she was no longer familiar with everything.

Pan Hongsheng came to his senses: "Are you... really the waiter here?"

"It's not that I just went to the wrong room," the big girl waved her buttocks and left, which made Pan Hongsheng stretch his neck and stunned for a long time: "I'm glad to see you."

There was a hundred dollars missing in his purse, but this episode made his night very full.

As for the guilt for the girls at home, it slowly passed with a strong sleepiness.

The innkeeper is a Jew. He has all the advantages that all Jews have: for example, he must be stingy and stingy, but one thing that Pan Hongsheng admires Pan Hongsheng is that he should not take, he has to return a penny to the original owner, including the Swiss watch that Pan Hongsheng lost at the bar.

"Do you know, Mr. Pan, when we Jews were defeated by other countries, only the princess and more than a dozen warriors came to a strange territory..."

"I've heard this story more than once," the drunkard beside Pan Hongsheng laughed, "You don't want me to know what you're talking about? I have a question for you.

The boss was a little nervous, but he still asked, "Okay, Hull! If you have any questions, just ask!"

"How did every princess and more than a dozen warriors finally develop into so many Jews now... How tired the princess is..." Hull said that the whole hotel laughed!

Most of these are from nearby businessmen and business travelers, most of whom are men, so they laugh particularly unscrupulously.

"Okay, you wild boar! Stop joking about our nation," the hotel owner was a little angry: "You haven't paid back the fifty dollars you owe me yet!"

"Enn," the drunkard immediately stopped talking and buried his head to continue to enjoy his breakfast.

The eating habits of Europeans and Americans are really different from those in China. Their so-called meal is just a shallow plate with a few vegetable leaves and a few thin slices of meat. Sometimes there is some corn porridge or fried eggs, and sometimes there is some cake. This is a meal.

Pan Hongsheng's western restaurant in China naturally dares not move these configurations, otherwise it will be strange that the uncompensated trousers will fall off.

Domestic Western restaurants are not actually real Western restaurants; real Western restaurants cannot be opened in China, because this kind of food is simply a snack in the eyes of Easterners.

Fortunately, Pan Hongsheng has been running outside for a long time and knows what to eat to fill himself. He ordered a Phoenix barbecue meal, plus double steak and smoked fish, as well as some cakes and sweets, gin. This breakfast took its first time.

Just as he was about to have breakfast, the big white man next door suddenly looked this way and said "oh" in surprise.

Obviously, Pan Hongsheng's food scares him. In his eyes, this short Asian can accommodate so much food, which is a little incredible.

"That guy definitely can't finish it." He said to his deskmate, a drunken-nosed fat man, "I bet he must have half left."

"You don't know these Asians. The smaller they are, the more you can eat." The rosacea is obviously more experienced: "I've worked in Asia for a while, so I've gained so much weight! Although they eat a lot, they also have a lot of activity every day, so all the food they eat is digested.

The conversation between the two was heard by Pan Hongsheng. He smiled and stuffed a large piece of steak into his mouth without saying a word.

Of all Western food, it is estimated that the fastest thing for Chinese people to accept is steak. According to the traditional point of view, at least this is also a large piece of beef, which is the top thing to eat.

In the eyes of ordinary Chinese people, spending hundreds of yuan, thousands or even thousands of yuan on western food, eating those chopped vegetable leaves, large pieces of meat or sweets is simply throwing money directly into the fire.

The fried cake shop on the roadside, the steamed bun shop, will always be prosperous, and the western restaurant will always be a niche.

Those who can eat can't get used to it; those who can't afford to eat can't eat.

Only literary youth or pseudo-literary youth who invite their girlfriends to play romantically once will choose a western restaurant.

Just as the two uncles were arguing about Pan Hongsheng's failure to eat his own breakfast, Pan Hongsheng's eyes lit up, and the familiar yellow skin appeared in front of him.

"Hello, are you also Japanese?" As soon as the other party spoke his lame English and strong Kansai accent, Pan Hongsheng understood that he was a Japanese.

He didn't answer, he just shook his head gently, thinking that this would not be the three-minute gentleman said by the North American girl.

"Sorry, I'm sorry! Hay!" The Japanese with Kansai accent nodded and sat next to him.

Because the rest of the tables are full of huge American men, competing with those people really feels like rats entering the elephant herd.

This short Japanese seems to be a clerk of an electronics company with a large pile of documents in his hand. Pan Hongsheng glanced at it and saw that the document was marked in English as Sony.

Sony Entertainment? This is a large group company with global influence. Pan Hongsheng remembers that his ally Aomori Chongxiu has actually controlled more than 40% of the company, that is to say, this person has something to do with him.

The Japanese asked for a coffee, a large portion of French fries and salmon, and a bucket of fried shrimp and potatoes, which looked like a lot, comparable to Pan Hongsheng.

Asians who come to North America basically have this habit, as long as they are economically allowed.

Now the two uncles next to him did not bet anymore. It seems that the big man has lost a game and is drinking sullenly. He has to pay double today's bill.

Americans are the most accustomed country to the aa system, except at parties.

Some people once joked that in the United States, even if prostitutes go to dinner with guests, they have to pay for themselves. Prostitutes also have their own style, so they don't need you to invite them; they have no feelings for you except business.

The two exchanged a few words during dinner. It turned out that the Japanese name was Otani, who was sent by Sony to the southern United States to investigate the feedback of video game consoles.

There are many Sony users in North America, but recently, a large-scale loss of users has been caused by a small detail, because a new generation of video game consoles has the functions of high-definition DVD players, and Sony does not want game players to have these functions; so this function is blocked.

North American hackers are idle. Naturally, this kind of thing can't escape their eyes, so the hackers cracked the blocking password of the Sony game console all night and announced it to the public through the forum.

Everyone is happy now, but Sony has made an unwise move: suing hackers.

So the hacker was arrested in Newfoundland and faced multiple charges.

Although according to the laws and jury system in North America, the hacker will not be imprisoned. After all, he did not use this thing to make a profit, Sony's luxury lawyers were entangled, which made the enthusiastic hacker stay in prison for several months.

"To be honest, your headquarters has dealt with this matter a little stupid. If you really want to completely block this function, you should continue to strengthen your defense level and be cracked by others to sue hackers. This is not worth the loss." Pan Hongsheng, as a person in the game industry, is qualified to make comments. He said to the Japanese, "Wait and see, it will cause a big trouble. Hackers have another kind of heroism in the eyes of Americans. They are not for profit. You will anger the whole hacker class like this!"

"You're right, but the trouble has come. I'm here for this trouble." Otani said with a sad face, "Our server was attacked by a hacker cluster last month and was completely paralyzed!" The earliest was that the information of thousands of users was erased, and these users are suing us... and more users are losing... As you said, we are in big trouble."

Pan Hongsheng knew the mood of an online game player's account being drifted. His server had similar problems before. As a result, it took considerable human and material resources to settle it out. This is still in China, where players are more suitable to serve.

In front of American players who often sue and call themselves at any time, this kind of incident is no less than a bolt from the blue and bone-eating poison.

The impact of these thousands of prosecutors is enough to make more than half of Sony's performance this year disappear.

Thinking that it is an enterprise owned by his allies, Pan Hongsheng still does not hesitate to teach: "Now, don't engage in antagonisms again; do your best to appease those users, and then give the hackers an appropriate explanation; we Chinese say that peace is the most important thing, especially those who do business. No matter what industry you are engaged in, it's not good to have a grudge.

"Hi! Hi! You are right. It seems that Pan Sang knows a lot about the game industry. He should be an insider. Which game company is he in? The Japanese are careful, and it seems that the loyal Otani also played the game of cliché.

However, compared with Pan Hongsheng's skills, he is still slightly immature; soon Pan Hongsheng shifted the topic from his identity to the topic of whether it is better to eat dumplings dipped in vinegar or pepper.

"I agree with you. It may be healthier to use vinegar! But I still like dumplings dipped in chili!" Otani was obviously trapped. He talked endlessly about his participation in the dumpling competition held by Hamamatsu. Although he only won the sixth place, the ham dumplings he made were also well received by the judges.

Because of Otani's talk and thick, Pan Hongsheng once forgot the title of Mr. Three Minutes. In fact, these Japanese are not as rigid as everyone thinks, and they also love to eat, sleep and love beauty.

After breakfast, when the two were about to part ways, they suddenly slapped a hand on their table.

Pan Hongsheng looked up and saw that it was the big white man next door who lost the bet. He obviously drank a lot of blushing and scary. The weight of his whole body seemed to be pressed on the table, which made the already simple table rustle.

"What's the matter?" Pan Hongsheng was so scared that his face changed when he saw that he was so scared that he asked impatiently, "What's the matter, sir?"

"I'm sorry!" He drank too much. At this time, the big man's companion, the fat man, came over and pulled the other party with his hand: "Isn't it just losing the bet? What's the matter with others?

Otani recovered and seemed to feel a little timid just now. He hurried forward and shouted, "I'm sorry, sir, it's too rude of you to do this!"

"Hmm?" The big man raised his blood-red eyes and smiled.

Without waiting for Pan Hongsheng to stop him, he slapped Otani and landed on the next table, with all kinds of soup and cream.

The Jewish boss secretly picked up the phone and called the police.

"Haha! You greedy Asians! Eat enough!" The big man seemed to want to catch Pan Hongsheng, but the fat man grabbed his arm from behind: "You're crazy! The police will arrest you!"

Pan Hongsheng didn't say anything. He pulled up Otani and put a cigarette into his mouth. Otani shivered with a cigarette in his mouth: "What's the matter?"

"Deep a breath," Pan Hongsheng lit a cigarette for him and turned around.

The big man has got rid of his friends and looked at Pan Hongsheng with the breath of alcohol: "You little things! What are you doing here? Get out of here! There is no need for railway workers here. I hate eating Chinese food!"

No one saw Pan Hong's punch, only saw the big man fall down and vomit.

The punch hit the stomach and directly spit out the wine and the food he had just eaten.

"Wow!" The big white man kept vomiting, and the Jewish boss and other tourists gathered around to watch the bustle. Pan Hongsheng had pulled Otani away.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Otani's eyes were full of cream and nodded: "But I don't understand. Why don't you wait for the police to arrest him and deal with him?"

"As far as I know, it takes a long time to deal with this kind of thing in the police station, and then there are long lawsuits and lawsuits. Do you have so much time?"

"Ah! No! My time is very tight. I'm going to visit the homes of seven or eight old users today... Thank you for your reminder! I saw your punch just now. It's really awesome!" Otani obviously admired Pan Hongsheng very much: "If I guess correctly, you must have used Chinese kung fu just now, right?"

Pan Hongsheng shook his head and nodded again.

Perhaps in the eyes of foreigners, kung fu represents all Chinese martial arts.

"I suggest you find a place to change your clothes and take a shower first. Don't go to that place just now. We are not afraid of him. We are in a hurry and can't afford to spend time with that kind of people." Pan Hongsheng was still thinking about Orian's affairs, so he was particularly cautious about handling things.

If you are usually fine, you have to repair the drunkard well. This time it's cheap.

"Thank you! Thank you! I'll take out my luggage as soon as I get back. I'm lucky to meet you.

Pan Hongsheng said goodbye to Dagu and looked around for the public phone booth with the number left by Olian.

Although it is just a mobile phone number, Pan Hongsheng still thinks it is better to be careful and hide it. It is risky to leak any of his information.

In China, some people queue up to squeeze buses, some people queue up to buy natural gas, some people queue up to grab the car number, while in the United States, they have to queue up to wait for public phones.

Because of the penetration of radiation protection and other concepts, many people try to use mobile phones as little as possible. Even those with mobile phones are old-fashioned models with strong radiation protection functions.

Many people in China are surprised to see that Americans are still used to using old things like video recorders: it is almost extinct in China.

Pan Hongsheng finally had the opportunity to use the phone. Before closing the door of the phone booth, a girl rushed in!

"Bang!" Without waiting for him to ask, the girl locked the door. It was a South American girl with slightly dark skin with small braids, and her snow-white belly was very eye-catching.

At this time, several big black men rushed over and patted the glass of the phone booth with their big fists, which scared the South American girl to hold her head and cry.

"What's going on?" Pan Hongsheng recovered. He saw the black man outside and gestured to Pan Hongsheng: Open the door!

"no! Don't open the door!" South American girls shook their braids: "I don't know them! They are going to take me hostage!"

How can the security of the United States be fucked?

Pan Hongsheng shook his head with a wry smile and opened the door as if nothing had happened.

"You!" The girl was stunned, and then several black people came in and grabbed her with a smile. One of them also patted Pan Hongsheng on the shoulder: "You know, Asian boy!"

"Wait." Pan Hongsheng lit a cigarette slowly: "Who are you? Why did you catch her?"

"What's wrong, brother?" A bearded black man shook his head impatiently: "Do you think you need to ask this kind of thing? Lie down and lick your dick, otherwise you will be in trouble!"

His words made the rest of the black people laugh. This kind of rubbish is highly praised by the black people.

Pan Hongsheng suddenly saw the sign on their arms, and he was as excited as a hunter who saw the prey: "This sign... Why are you a member of the dead?"

"Hi, it seems that you have a big problem." A short-haired black man immediately pulled out his pistol: "Do you know me? Who the hell are you?"