Godly Fisherman

Early the next morning, Xiao Peng was quarreled by the door slamming. When he opened the door, Old Bob was standing outside the door angrily, holding a newspaper in his hand.

Xiao Peng smiled and said, "Wow, Bob, you are really healthy, so you sober up so soon?"

As the culprit who proposed to get Xiao Peng drunk yesterday, the old Bob was the first to'die'. In fact, Xiao Peng didn't get drunk too many. When he got drunk the seventh person, people gave up fighting with him. This Nima is a human-shaped wine jar! Almost all the residents of San Simeon are old people, they are not as impulsive as young people.

This is wise, otherwise Xiao Peng can really put all of them down.

Old Bob angrily took the newspaper in his hand and said to Xiao Peng: "These **** media, I'm going to sue them! Look, how did the newspaper report yesterday?"

Peng took a look at the newspaper, and the newspaper simply mentioned the shark attack on San Simeon Beach. And call on everyone not to come to San Simeon to avoid danger from happening again. No wonder old Bob is so angry. He also hopes to use this to promote San Simeon's tourism industry. This is great. Tourists will definitely not come!

Xiao Peng patted old Bob on the shoulder and comforted: "The media are like this. We think important things, they may not think important, do they?"

"But they can't tell everyone not to come to San Simeon? It's a jerk! I must sue them!" Old Bob scolded.

Xiao Peng shrugged his shoulders: "How do you accuse them? They are not wrong. The shark attack did happen here. Bob, don't be angry, it's not worth it. God will give you again when he closes the door for you. Open a window, maybe because of this, a group of shark lovers will come here on purpose?" Xiao Peng could only comfort him so much.

Old Bob’s angry beard turned up and down, and Xiao Peng smiled: "Bob, otherwise I will drink two glasses with you to calm your emotions?"

When Old Bob heard this, he waved his hand hurriedly: "God, I would rather wrestle with a brown bear than drink with you. I heard that you were drunk with seven people yesterday? I still feel a terrible headache if it weren't for this newspaper. I'm so angry, I'm still resting at home, it's okay for you, as if you are all right!"

Xiao Peng smiled: "Bob, I will make you a bowl of fragrant clam soup. After drinking it, I promise to relieve your headache."

Old Bob nodded and said: "Then I can't ask for it. I think Powell must also need a bowl." Powell was the second one to'dead' yesterday: "I saw him just now, like he was caught by ten silver backs yesterday. The gorilla has been devastated."

Xiao Peng said: "No problem, I'll let you drink enough in a moment. By the way, I just called from Hearst Castle and said that the motorcycle has been repaired. Bob, I should be on the road too. Thank you. God took care of me."

Old Bob was a little shocked when he heard this: "So anxious? Damn, when did they do things so efficiently?"

Xiao Peng smiled and said: "Maybe I am worried that I will announce this and affect their image. I am an unpopular character here."

Old Bob shook his head hurriedly: "No, no, Xiao, you are wrong. Hearst Castle is Hearst Castle, and our St. Simon is St. Simon. No matter when, you will always be our St. Simon's best friend! "

Xiao Peng patted old Bob on the shoulder: "Bob, you are also my good friend, let's go, go down and have some soup."

Old Bob felt better now and went out with Xiao Peng.

Old Bob is definitely not the only one who was in a bad mood by Eva's report, there is also one person who is also very angry.

The trainee reporter Sansa was looking at her mobile phone with an angry look. The content on the mobile phone was the video of the shark attacking Xiao Peng after Biland language attacked Xiao Peng, until Xiao Peng handed the camera to Powell and shot herself. It’s a pity that only Xiao Peng’s back can be seen in the video, and Xiao Peng’s face is not visible. But looking at the previous content and Xiao Peng’s skin color, you know that the person who went to the sea to save people was of the yellow race.

Reminiscent of Eva’s “yellow-skinned monkey” in the elevator yesterday, Sansa made up many shots in an instant: a yellow man who encountered racial discrimination in the Stars and Stripes country, but in front of the sharks, regardless of his own safety, finally put people Rescued from the mouth of a shark, but because he was a yellow race, he encountered racial discrimination again, and Eva chose to conceal the news.

Sansa wanted to talk to the editor-in-chief, but saw Eva and the editor-in-chief walk out of the editor's office together. Although both of them were neatly dressed, the sharp-eyed Sansa still noticed a red mark on the editor's collar. . . . . .

Seeing Sansa looking at herself, the editor-in-chief snorted coldly: "Sansa, you will be in a daze here after your work is completed? Instead of staying in a daze here, let's learn from Eva how to be a real reporter! No waste here!"

After speaking, walking directly to the elevator, Eva showed a triumphant expression to Sansa and walked out behind the editor.

Sansa went back to her desk dejectedly and looked at a photo on the table. In the photo was a one-eyed woman wearing a blindfold. Sansa murmured, "Mary, please tell me if you are me. What would you do?"

The woman wearing the blindfold is not Sansa's relative, but the idol of countless female reporters. Many female reporters are engaged in this industry because of her.

Mary Colvin, the greatest female war correspondent, not one! She once said, ‘if you can’t stop the war, then you tell the world the truth about the war’. This sentence has become the eternal motto of war reporters.

Mary Cole Text, born in 1956, was a tabloid reporter in New York and later became a war correspondent for the Sunday Times. She has reported on countless wars in the past thirty years, always putting her life at risk. She has won numerous awards, but she has given more. She gave up her love and life. Even having one eye blown off by a grenade in Sri Lanka in 2001 could not prevent her from returning to more dangerous areas, from Sri Lanka to the former Yugoslavia. Regions, from Iraq to Libya, wherever there is war, she is there. Until she gave her life in the Syrian war.

But in any case, Mary Colvin is the idol in the hearts of countless reporters. Putting her picture on the desk prominently makes it the same reason that Huaxia came out to worship Guan Gong.

Looking at Mary in the photo, Sansa gritted her teeth, made up her mind, picked up her backpack, walked directly out of the office building, and came to another tall building not far from here. It was nothing else but the San Francisco Times "'S office address, which is the office building of a competitor of "San Francisco Express". . . . . .

Xiao Peng didn’t know the situation on Sansa’s side. At this moment, he silently watched Bob and Powell drinking soup. The appearance of the two of them drinking soup was too impersonal. It’s not that Powell seemed to be big by ten silver backs. Has the orangutan ever destroyed it? Xiao Peng really couldn't see the way he was drinking the soup, it was a lifelong life.

"Bob, Powell, Judy, I think it's time for me to go. I have had a great time with you these few days." Xiao Peng's luggage has been packed, and Emilia is waiting for him.

After Powell listened, he pushed the bowl: "Xiao, you haven't taught me how to make herring. Well, there is this clam soup."

Xiao Peng smiled and took out two pieces of paper: "This is the recipe I wrote, just do as I wrote on it." One hand to Powell and one to Judy.

Powell took the recipe and sighed: "Xiao, you are definitely a righteous Chinese!"

Xiao Peng laughed: "Huaxia people are so righteous."

Powell nodded: "In the past few days with you, I have learned a lot about Huaxia people. You are not as reported in the media. No matter what others say, no matter what others do, we will always welcome Huaxia people here. As long as Huaxia people Come to me and I promise to make them feel at home."

Xiao Peng said: "In Huaxia dialect, that is home away from home. Believe me, Huaxia people pay attention to heart than heart. If you treat them well, they will treat you better."

Powell nodded and said, "Xiao, I remember your words. Go, I'll drive you to Hearst Castle."

Xiao Peng questioned: "Are you in this state? Sober up?"

Powell patted his chest: "Don't worry, after drinking a few bowls of soup, I am better now than ever."

Knowing that Xiao Peng was leaving, many people in the small town went out to see him off and gave Xiao Peng many small gifts.

Xiao Peng said speechlessly: "I take everyone's wishes, but I really can't take it. I am riding a motorcycle, how can I carry so many things?" But anyway, Xiao Peng still has an extra luggage bag with everything inside. They were all kinds of small gifts, but they weren't valuable, mainly food. Old Bob gave Xiao Peng a long box, and Xiao Peng didn't know what it was.

This is another cultural difference between Huaxia and the Stars and Stripes. People here are used to opening gifts in front of people, while Huaxia people are used to opening gifts behind their backs. Xiao Peng still thinks that the habits of Chinese people are better. After all, embarrassment can be avoided. You think, for your birthday, one gift for you is a gold necklace, and the other gift for you is a plastic necklace. You can take it off in person. , The latter does not find a seam to drill in?

After bidding farewell to everyone, Powell drove them to Hearst Castle, and Xiao Peng finally saw his motorcycle outside the visitor center. Handed over with the office staff in Hearst Castle, checked the condition of the motorcycle, and it was repaired.

. Xiao Peng and Powell shook hands and said goodbye: "Powell, thank you for your hospitality these days."

Powell and Xiao Peng waved: "I wish you all the best."

Xiao Peng took Emilia to bid farewell to Powell and set off on the journey again.

"Huh?" When Xiao Peng left Hearst Castle, he found a car parked beside the road, it was the BMW 760li.

"Why don't these comrades cheat anymore?"