Little Life on An American Ranch

  Chapter 264 Fake fans

  Jian Heng stood at the intersection of the restaurant and the exercise room, with He Ye and Sun Siwei standing beside him. The three of them chatted softly while looking at the crowd coming over there.

  Seven or eight people came from a distance, and Zhang Jialiang was at the front. This kid looked excited now. Although he couldn't hear what he said, Jian Heng could tell from his expression that this kid was already happy to the top of his heart.

   "Is that Peter Jackson a black man?" Jian Heng saw that among the group of people who came over, there was only one particularly fat fat man, who was also a black man, so he turned to He Ye and Sun Siwei and asked.

   I heard people say that Peter is a big fat man, but now there is only one fat man in this group, and he is also black. Jian Heng thinks that this black fat man is not the most powerful director in Hollywood now.

  Although he came to this conclusion, Jian Heng was not very familiar with directors, so he opened his mouth and asked the two people next to him.

   "Caucasian?" Sun Siwei seemed a little uncertain when asked by Jian Heng, and turned to look at He Ye.

  He Ye nodded and said: "White people, they must be white people! Maybe they didn't come this time!"

   "So you still say you are his fans?" Jian Heng heard that the tone of both of them was a little uncertain, so he said shamelessly sticking to them.

  He Ye said: "Everyone said white people, white people! A white fat man."

   "Okay, fat white man!" Jian Heng curled his lips.

   While the three of them were chatting in low voices, the group of people got closer and closer.

   It was about ten meters away, and the three of Jian Heng stepped forward slightly to greet them.

   "Mr. Jackson, this is our ranch owner, Henry Jean. The boss is the great director Peter Jackson..." Leading a group of people to Jian Heng, Zhang Jialiang immediately introduced people on both sides.

  Jian Heng squeezed a smile from his face, reached out to shake hands with the great Hollywood director, and at the same time made nonsense like a warm welcome without nutrition.

He said welcome on his lips, but he couldn't help but slander He Ye and Sun Siwei in his heart. The two guys insisted that the big director was a very fat man. Now it's not like that at all, it's almost normal human form. From Jian Heng's point of view, except for a little loose skin, there is nothing wrong with it.

  The old white man with a beard in front of him has nothing to do with being fat.

The two talked for a while, because Jian Heng had a drink at noon, so after repeatedly saying sorry, he let Zhang Jialiang lead these people to visit, and he took two steps, and then watched the backs of these people Has been disappeared at the door of the exercise room.

"Big fat man! Tell me that he is a big fat man, and you two shamelessly claim to be his fans, and you don't even know that he has changed from a big fat man to a normal body." Jian Heng finally turned himself Holding back the words in his heart, he spoke to Sun Siwei and He Ye.

   After saying it, Jian Heng suddenly felt a burst of relief for no reason.

   "After losing weight, Peter is not as cute as before!" He Ye ignored Jian Heng at all, and said something to Sun Siwei, as if Jian Heng didn't exist all of a sudden.

  Sun Siwei also nodded when he heard the words: "That's true. It was good to be fat before, but now I don't have the momentum when I was fat. Hey, the image is too bad."

   "Can you two show some face?" Jian Heng was defeated by the two people's shamelessness.

  Sun Siwei's face was not even red: "Oh, I drank too much wine at noon. I'm dizzy. I can't stand the dizziness. I'm going to bed. Mr. He, are you dizzy?"

  He Ye immediately supported his head and said: "I have a little bit too, let's not look at any idols, we should go back to sleep for a while to sober up, what do you think?"

"OK!"

  So the two shameless people turned their heads and left Jian Heng on the spot. The two of them talked and laughed and walked towards the dormitory.

  Sun Siwei has never been here, but He Ye has been, so there is no problem for He Ye to take Sun Siwei to find a dormitory.

   "Then what is the arrangement for the next program? Is it just sleeping today?" Jian Heng couldn't help the two of them, and yelled at their backs.

   "Any other activities?" Sun Siwei turned his head curiously.

   Jian Heng said: "Playing with guns, riding horses, hunting! I can think of these for a while."

"Tomorrow, let's play with guns when we wake up tomorrow morning. There are many equestrian clubs in China. You can ride as long as you pay, and play with guns!" After Sun Siwei finished speaking, he remembered that there was He Ye next to him. So he asked He Ye again: "Mr. He, what do you think?"

  He Ye is good at playing guns. How can he be so enthusiastic about playing guns like Sun Siwei? Hearing him ask, he said with a smile: "I can do whatever I want!"

   "Okay, then tomorrow morning, I'll take everyone to play with guns. How about having hot pot in the evening?" Jian Heng asked again.

   "You can make up your mind on this, I have no objection if I can eat enough!" Sun Siwei turned his head and continued walking.

  Looking at the backs of the two, Jian Heng shook his head and walked back, returned to the room, fell on the bed and fell asleep.

  Was sleeping beautifully, Jian Heng was woken up suddenly by the ringing of the phone, picked it up and looked, and found that it was Zhang Jialiang calling.

"What's up?"

  "Boss, boss, good news, good news, Mr. Jackson wants to get fit in our ranch." Zhang Jialiang was extremely excited.

  Jian Heng had just woken up at this time, and hadn't recovered yet, so he was stunned for a moment and asked, "What did you say?"

  Hearing Zhang Jialiang repeating a sentence, Jian Heng said in a little surprise: "Didn't he lose weight? What are you doing here?"

   Zhang Jialiang was stunned by Jian Heng's words on the other end, and thought: Could it be that the boss doesn't like this one? Impossible, the boss and this person have nothing to do with each other. As for the conflict, there is no place to talk about it. There is no conflict at all between people with such a big difference in social status before. Thirty-three years old.

   "Is this business not accepted?" Zhang Jialiang asked tentatively.

"Why don't you pick up the business? Pick up!" Jian Heng's spirit has almost returned at this time, and he feels that it is normal for people to come over. Fat people want to lose weight, and when they really lose a lot of weight, they want to get eight-pack abs , Vest line, etc., if others have such a demand and are willing to pay, then I will be satisfied. There is nothing to say about it.

  As soon as Zhang Jialiang answered, he said: "Then come over and talk to him?"

"What's there to talk about? You just report the price to him. It's the same as usual, 30,000 US dollars a month, with room and board included. If you need private education services, it's also included! Even if I go to talk to him At this price, we have always treated everyone equally, and we will not discount any big directors."

"Ah?!" Zhang Jialiang originally called to ask if there is any discount for such a famous director who can bring up the fame of the ranch. Who knew that he hadn't mentioned this matter yet, and his own boss blocked his way up.

  Zhang Jialiang thought about it for a while: "Boss, I think I can give Mr. Jackson a little discount. After all, he is also one of the most powerful directors in Hollywood, which has greatly promoted the reputation of our ranch...".

"Okay, I understand what you mean. But what we do here is a high-end one. Those who can really afford to come here, who cares about the tens of thousands of discounts, no discounts for anyone who comes here. It’s the best gimmick to attract customers. Have you ever been to that expensive nightclub in New York? Check out how many of those clubs have discounts. Only price increases, no discounts! It doesn't matter whoever comes!..." Jian Heng sat on the bed and taught Zhang Jia a good lesson.

   "Okay, that's the trick," Jian Heng said and put down the phone.

   Lying back on the bed, I wanted to sleep again, only to realize that what I just said was too high, and I was so energetic that I couldn't fall asleep!

   After tossing and turning on the bed for almost ten minutes, Jian Heng sat up directly and began to put clothes on his body. I couldn't fall asleep, so I decided to prepare dinner.

  Since you want to eat hot pot, you have to prepare things. Meat and everything are ready-made, and the most important thing is vegetables. Jian Heng has to go and see what dishes are available in the greenhouse that can be put on the table tonight.

  (end of this chapter)