Time Smuggling Starting from the Year 2000

opened a large barber shop, let the male hair stylists with long braids and shaved stylists for Diao Chan and Cai \u003e::|Skins are generally curious, and they don’t know what the Chinese in this era should be such a state.

The cars, advertisements, lights and pedestrians in the streets and alleys showed a modern city, and what it should look like, even Huang Xuan, who lived in the Three Kingdoms for two weeks, felt a little uncomfortable.

However, Dian Wei was only interested in the control knife in his hand. Diao Chan followed Huang Xuan cautiously without raising her head. Cai Wenji was looking around, but she was obviously more willing to get systematic knowledge from books, so she always He urged Huang Xuan to buy her a book that could translate two languages. God knows how long it would take her to understand the newspaper.

The supermarket only has English and Portuguese translation dictionaries, and the Chinese-Portuguese translation can only be bought in professional bookstores. It is said that there is only a simplified Chinese version near the University of Sao Paulo. His subordinates searched for a dictionary of traditional and simplified translations, and then Huang Xuan discovered that the Eastern Han Dynasty used official script, and the so-called traditional characters in Taiwan were also difficult for Cai Wenji to read.

The final solution was Lorraine, who printed hundreds of pages of comparison tables between official script and simplified Chinese.

Therefore, when Huang Xuan put down 6,000 horses on a large and almost abandoned open field in Cabres, in the remote suburbs of St. Paul, he printed paper.

Huang Xuan handed it to Cai with a wicked sense of humor\u003e:. The content on these papers can be used to learn simplified characters, and then you can use simplified characters to learn Portuguese, and finally use Portuguese to learn English, so that you can understand all the books on the shelf up.

Mingji, thank you, young master. Cai \u003e(| all of them were in his hands, rubbing the cover and said: It's really good that such small characters can be written on these papers.

Only then did Huang Xuan remember that she didn't even know how to use a fountain pen, so he couldn't help but patted his head, thinking that he was really making mistakes for himself. He helped Cai\u003e: Can I change my name to Wenji?

It's all up to the son's orders. Cai\u003e+ it.

Huang Xuan curled his lips, he couldn't say it was his own bad taste, he waved his hand and said, It's a taboo, the elders in my family have clear characters.

Oh. This is an easy-to-understand excuse, and Cai Mingji has been called Cai Wenji ever since.

Modiste with a dark face also quickly came to this venue, which is 100 miles away from Santos Port. It is not close to Sao Paulo. It was originally used to dry coffee, but now there is no need for a storage company to transport coffee to dry. There were fewer and fewer used here. When Huang Xuan came, there were only three workers, and they were directly knocked out by Lorraine. When the horses were put in, Dian Wei glared, and Huang Xuan took on the boss's posture again. The three unlucky guys just apologized, who knows where the horse came from.

Boss. Modiste smiled honestly, but he spoke and acted shrewdly. He is a typical executive of a medium-sized company who values ​​personal income and career value. Cabrez's current business situation has deteriorated. This gentleman was very upset, but Huang Xuan didn't have time to hesitate to change horses, so he could only keep him in charge with a high salary. Huang Xuan probably had the guts to perform a major surgery for Cabrez when Zhang Xinyi had time. Running a company is not all about golden fingers.

Playboys start companies, including family resources, not most of them are profitable.

Huang Xuan and Modiste shook hands, and said in a serious tone: I'll put the horses here. There are 6,320 horses in total. You can show me them. They will take care of the horses tonight. They will take care of the horses in three days. Send it to grosso state and you'll be fine.

Modiste agreed with a worried face.

Pointing to the eight horses in the middle, including Chitu, which occupy most of the field, they are worth tens of thousands of dollars. You must be optimistic about it. Well, or find izo. I'll call them, you get a batch of hay now. Huang Xuan thought for a while, but he really didn't know what the horse needed, so he simply waved his hand and said, If you have any questions, call Zhang Rong and ask him to send an expert guide. Do you know Zhang Rong?

Huang Xuan's Portuguese is not good enough, but Modiste can still understand, he nodded and said: I am familiar with the vice president, I will call now.

Mr. Huang also turned around and hung up the phone to Izo's head office. Since he hired Isaac's entire bodyguard team of nearly 50 people, he was already one of Izo's largest customers in Asia.

Although Modeste was a little curious about how so many horses were brought in, he was wise not to ask. He is not very familiar with horses, it is something rich people play, but there is always knowledge, at least the few guys who boasted in the club, their so-called Arabian blood horses, there is no horse that can be compared with the boss. A few horses of huge value. Of course, the boss is also richer than the guys in the club. But roughly speaking, a thoroughbred horse with a pedigree certificate costs at least 300,000 euros. The big boss of Hexin Industry will never buy a horse without a pedigree certificate.

Thinking of this, Modeste burst into tongues secretly, the horses here are at least worth a Cabrese, no wonder the boss has no time to take care of Cabrese.

At this time, Huang Xuan remembered something again, and said loudly: Modiste, remember to ask them to bring vaccines, all kinds of vaccines. And disinfection supplies, it's best to bring them tonight, and a veterinarian.

Good boss. Modest put away his weird thoughts and pretended to make a phone call.

Cai Wenji was standing alone under the light reading a book, and she seemed to be working hard. Huang Xuan couldn't bear to go over and take a look, and found that few of the traditional Chinese characters she compared were familiar with, so she didn't want to be ashamed, and moved her footsteps He walked behind Dian Wei.

The phone I just bought from the supermarket rang again, like a cat being chased by a mouse. The number on it was transferred by Lorraine. He said in a very calm voice: It's your mother's phone.

Why does Huang Xuan feel that Lorraine is gloating? Of course, Comrade Warden doesn't have this kind of emotion, but since he disappeared 2 years ago, Huang Xuan only communicated with his mother, but never mentioned when he would go home. He couldn't It is more profitable to discuss with my mother how to harm people in the Three Kingdoms. Thinking about it, Zhang Rong should have betrayed himself.

It's true to say that a 16-year-old kid went abroad without saying a word, and if it was another parent, he would probably have exploded his phone.

However, Mother Huang's state is now on the verge of a critical point, and she said in an obviously depressed voice: Son, when are you going home?

It seems that the tipping point has been reached.

Huang Xuan was very glad that he had returned to p112. He imitated Shi Yu's charming smile, and said in a long voice: Mom...

Diao Chan Meimei, who was looking down at the car, shuddered, Cai Wenji, who was reading, had goosebumps all over her body, and Dian Wei just twitched her eyebrows, and smashed a brick with the tip of her toes.

Zhang Xinyi snorted, and said, The family meeting on the weekend is very important. Your great-grandpa requires everyone with equity in the family to attend, so you must go home within three days.

Huang Xuan shouted in his heart, Long live the understanding, that is to say, his mother would say to go home within three days, but if it was his father, after he got angry, he would only say immediately. He said in a more flattering voice: I will definitely go home on time, mom... someone gave me a good horse, and I will give it to you. It is white, with only a small black hair on the forehead. It is very beautiful. , Mom...

Unable to understand Chinese and completely poisoned by the melody, the strong Modiste finally dropped his phone to the ground.

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It has been revised once, and the number of chapters is slightly less than a dozen. .