Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Zhong Yuemin raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes gleaming with wisdom, and asked Li Wenbo, "Just now in the car, I heard Guoqing say that all the matches he bought this time were correct?"

Li Wenbo smiled lightly, with a smug look on his face, and he replied, "Mr. Zhong, you are really a master of prediction. That's right, our predictions for the teams that entered the semi-finals and the match between Hungary and El Salvador were all correct. As for the result of the final, it is still unknown, but even so, we have already made a lot of money, and it can be said that we have won a great victory!"

After hearing this, Zhong Yuemin showed a satisfied smile on his face. He patted Li Wenbo on the shoulder. "Wenbo, you did a good job this time. It seems that our vision is still very accurate."

Li Wenbo smiled modestly. "Mr. Zhong, this is all due to your wise leadership. I just followed your instructions."

Zhong Yuemin raised his signature confident smile, as if everything was under control. He said casually, "The next priority is to securely pocket the prize money. As for the remaining games, hey, let's bet on the scores."

When Li Wenbo heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, as if he saw the dawn of wealth. He couldn't wait to ask, "Mr. Zhong, can we at Jinhua Investment also take advantage of this and buy some points?"

Zhong Yuemin glanced at him, with a playful smile on his face. "Don't worry, wait until we get there. If the bonus can be obtained smoothly, you will naturally have the opportunity to show your strength in Jinhua Investment. Don't worry, the best is yet to come!"

"Okay Mr. Zhong."

The night was dark and starry. The teacup in Zhong Yuemin's hand was steaming, and his thoughts drifted far away. Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Li Wenbo sitting opposite him, with curiosity in his eyes. "By the way, Wenbo, how did the national football team perform in the game? Did they qualify for the group stage?"

Li Wenbo shrugged and said lightly, "The Chinese national football team did well this time. Qualifying from the group stage is already a breakthrough! However, it was the first time to participate in such a big event, just like a village boy entering the city for the first time. It was inevitable that they were a little flustered. They also consumed a lot of physical strength, and many players were gloriously injured. In the subsequent matches against Belgium and Poland, the Chinese national football team was slightly inferior and lost miserably."

Zhong Yuemin listened and smiled bitterly. "Alas! This is a good start! The Chinese national football team at least gave us a glimmer of hope. Maybe in the next few years, they will soar into the sky like a rocket and give us a surprise! But then again, this achievement will probably make us proud for decades. It will not be easy to surpass it!"

Li Wenbo didn't quite understand what Zhong Yuemin said, but he didn't dare to say anything, because he was the boss.

Zhong Yuemin stood at the boarding gate of the airport, his heart pounding. To be honest, this was his first time on a plane. He looked up at the Boeing 767 he was about to board, and his heart was filled with curiosity.

Boeing 767, an aircraft that represents advanced technology and the art of flying, is a twin-engine, semi-wide-body medium- and long-range transport aircraft produced by Boeing. It was created to fill the gap in the 200-seat medium- and long-range passenger aircraft market and replace those old models that have been gradually retired.

Zhong Yuemin is familiar with the history and characteristics of the Boeing 767. He has read about this aircraft countless times in books and on the Internet. This time, he is actually standing in front of it and is about to experience the feeling of flying.

The moment Zhong Yuemin stepped into the plane cabin, he couldn't help but feel a little doubtful. His eyes involuntarily fell on the cabin door. The seemingly inconspicuous cabin door gave him a strange feeling. He observed carefully and found that the material of the cabin door seemed to be very weak, as fragile as common plywood.

Zhong Yuemin thought to himself that if there was an emergency, such a hatch would be unable to withstand any external impact. He even imagined that if he had an axe in his hand, he might be able to swing the hatch open with one blow.

However, in this era, people's understanding of aviation safety was relatively superficial, and the strength of cabin doors did not receive enough attention. It was not until the 911/ incident in the United States that the world's attention was focused on aviation safety, and people began to realize the importance of cabin doors.

Since then, major airlines have increased the thickness and strength of their doors to ensure they can at least withstand heavy fire from submachine guns.

Zhong Yuemin boarded the plane and sat in his seat. The interior of the plane was spacious and comfortable, and the double-aisle layout allowed passengers to get in and out easily. Zhong Yuemin felt the softness and comfort of the seat, and couldn't help but sigh at the power of technology.

After more than ten hours of long flight, the plane finally landed steadily on Spanish soil. The cabin door slowly opened, and a warm breeze mixed with the unique scent of the Mediterranean blew in, blowing away the fatigue on everyone's faces.

Zhong Yuemin stretched his body and turned to look at Song Xiangjun beside him. This intellectual and elegant lady also looked a little haggard at the moment. He asked softly, "Teacher Song, do you want to eat something to fill your stomach first, or go back to the hotel to rest and adjust to the jet lag?"

Song Xiangjun rubbed her eyes, yawned, and replied, "What to eat? I just want to find a comfortable place to lie down and have a good sleep. This long-distance flight is really torturous. I have to get over the jet lag first."

Zhong Yuemin nodded to show his understanding. He turned to look out the window and saw the pick-up personnel that Li Wenbo had arranged standing at the airport exit, holding a sign with their names on it, waiting for them to arrive.

When the group walked out of the airport, they were greeted by the warm sunshine of Spain. The airport reception staff greeted them warmly and communicated with them in fluent English. Zhong Yuemin, Song Xiangjun and others followed the guidance of the airport reception staff and got on the business car that had been prepared long ago.

Zhong Yuemin said to Li Wenbo, "Let's go to the hotel and rest first."

"Okay Mr. Zhong."

The car slowly drove away from the airport and headed towards the hotel. Along the way, Zhong Yuemin looked at the scenery outside the window, but in his heart he was thinking about the next itinerary.

After arriving at the hotel, everyone went back to their rooms to rest. As soon as Song Xiangjun entered the room, she couldn't wait to fall on the bed, without even taking off her shoes. She closed her eyes, wanting to fall asleep as soon as possible, but found that she couldn't fall asleep.

The scene on the plane just now kept appearing in her mind. After more than ten hours of flying, she felt extremely tired. However, when she saw the clouds outside the window gradually thinning, revealing the blue ocean and golden beach below, her heart was filled with anticipation.

She knew that this trip to Spain would be an unforgettable experience in her life. She wanted to enjoy it all and also complete her mission. However, what she needed most now was a good sleep to recover her strength.

She turned over and tried to find a comfortable position, but she couldn't fall asleep even though she was very sleepy, and she thought about her fate.

Song Xiangjun said to herself softly, "Song Xiangjun, this is the first time you indulge yourself in your life, and it will probably be the last time. Go back and marry an obedient man, alas..."

After Zhong Yuemin returned to his room, he looked like a wanderer abandoned by the world, exhausted and haggard. He had no time to pay attention to the hustle and bustle around him, and just wanted to find a quiet corner to rest his tired body and mind. He fell asleep, as if sinking into a deep ocean of dreams, letting the waves surge and letting himself go with the flow.

He slept soundly, as if the whole world had disappeared in his dream. After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by a ray of warm sunlight and the gentle sound of birds. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, slowly sat up, and felt every nerve in his body slowly awakening.

Zhong Yuemin stood up and pushed the door open. Although his steps were a little staggering, the light in his eyes had regained some spirit. However, the scene in front of him surprised him a little. He saw Song Xiangjun chatting with a foreign girl. The laughter and conversation of the two intertwined like a cheerful symphony.

Zhong Yuemin walked closer and saw the foreign girl's face clearly. She had a high nose bridge, deep eyes, and smooth blond hair. Her thick blond wavy long hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

Thick eyelashes, charming eyes, sexy and plump lips, revealing all kinds of charm all the time...A pink and purple short shawl jacket further highlights her first-class figure, paired with a light yellow Chanel velvet knee-length skirt and a pair of black high boots...really charming.

She sparkles charmingly in the sun, and her smile is bright and sincere, making people want to get close to her.

"Zhong Yuemin, you're awake!" Song Xiangjun greeted Zhong Yuemin enthusiastically when she saw him. "Come here, let me introduce you. This is my friend from when I was studying abroad. Her name is Avril."

Zhong Yuemin thought that this Avril should be the friend that Song Xiangjun helped. He had to be more enthusiastic, so he smiled and extended his hand to Avril, saying in English, "Hello, I'm Zhong Yuemin. Nice to meet you."

Avril shook his hand with a half-smile. "Hello, Mr. Zhong. Nice to meet you, too."

Zhong Yuemin saw that not only Avril was laughing, but Song Xiangjun was also there, covering her mouth and laughing. Zhong Yuemin scratched his head and thought, what are you two laughing at? Is my English not right? I think it's pretty good! It's just that my accent is a bit heavy.

Zhong Yuemin continued, "Miss Avril, you look so beautiful. Sure enough, pretty girls only make friends with pretty girls."

Avril smiled and replied, "Thank you for your pliment, Mr. Chung. But your English is really bad. Why don't you speak your Chinese? I can understand and speak it."

Song Xiangjun couldn't hold it back any longer, her laughter was as clear as a silver bell, she burst out without any image, she laughed so hard that she leaned forward and backward, her body trembled. Her laughter seemed to have a kind of magic, instantly dispelling the dull atmosphere around her, and filling the whole space with vitality.

Zhong Yuemin was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him. In the hot summer, Song Xiangjun was wearing thin clothes, and her graceful figure was looming in her laughter, like a blooming flower, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off her.

He began to wonder in his heart: "Am I looking? Looking? Still looking!" His eyes wandered over Song Xiangjun inadvertently, but he was afraid of being discovered by her.

Avril noticed Zhong Yuemin's gaze and quickly reminded Song Xiangjun, "Stop laughing. You're exposing yourself! Your good students have seen it all."

Song Xiangjun's laughter gradually died down. She realized her own loss of composure, and a blush appeared on her cheeks. She glared at Zhong Yuemin in an angry manner. Zhong Yuemin felt a little guilty after being glared at by her, and quickly changed the subject to try to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"Ahem, um...Teacher Song, what are you laughing at? You look so happy." Zhong Yuemin coughed dryly and asked with some stuttering.

Song Xiangjun smiled mischievously when she heard this. She deliberately kept him in suspense and did not directly answer his question. Instead, she asked, "What do you think? Don't you think it's funny?"

Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a moment, thinking that Avril had just reminded Song Xiangjun in Chinese. He scratched his head, and the embarrassment on his face became more obvious, as if his little secret had been exposed on the spot.

Zhong Yuemin chuckled and explained, "Oh, I didn't expect Miss Avril to be so secretive. I originally thought she was just a pretty foreign girl, but I didn't expect she was also a top student."

Song Xiangjun couldn't help but chuckle when she heard this, with a hint of teasing in her eyes. "Zhong Yuemin, you may not know this! Avril is one of the heirs that the family has focused on training. She has received a comprehensive elite education since she was a child. Chinese is just one of her many skills."

Zhong Yuemin sighed and shook his head. "This is really embarrassing for the world. Teacher Song, how is Avril's Chinese level?"

"Avril's Chinese is very good. Unlike some people, who are afraid that others don't know that he knows a few words of English."

Zhong Yuemin was a little embarrassed by Song Xiangjun's words. He touched his nose and smiled. "Teacher Song, please stop laughing at me. I am trying to improve myself. By the way, is Miss Avril the one who helped us?"

"Let me introduce her to you." Song Xiangjun clapped her hands. "This is my good friend, Avril from the United States."

"Hello, Zhong Yuemin." Avril extended a hand and smiled brightly.

"Hello, Avril." Zhong Yuemin held her hand and felt her fingers were slender and strong. He didn't notice it the first time, but this time he was sure that the other party must be a martial artist.

"I heard from Xiangjun that you are a very interesting person. It is indeed true when I see you today." Avril said in fluent Chinese.

"No, no, you're too kind. Compared to you, I'm nothing."

"Excessive modesty is actually pride!"