The third day of crosstalk performance was still very successful. Before the performance, Su Budong told Shilinhou that he was still dealing with some things in the United States and would not return to China with the group. He was rich and generous and sent an additional $1,000 in sponsorship to each group member, asking them to buy something they wanted to buy in the United States.

"How can you be so embarrassed? I'll ask you for help and ask you to sponsor it." Although Shilinhou's trip was a commercial performance, the money he earned was subsidized to everyone in the group. Their daily subsidies were only a few dozen dollars. Su Budong was a big deal. Each person paid 1,000 US dollars, which was almost as good as their annual income.

"Just treat it as a comfort fee for everyone." Su Budong didn't think that the money was too much. But he also had knowledge of how much money he gave. If he gave too much, he would not dare to take it. If he gave too little, he would not show his confidence. In the eyes of people in the 1980s, what can he do if he had money? Scientists, soldiers, workers, and teachers are the most respected people and professions.

And the others were put aside first. Shilin Hou and Mr. Guo finally went abroad and he had to express his feelings, so he asked the two old men to buy something back. After dealing with the matter here, he and Shuanzigou Sheng took a flight from New York to Seattle overnight.

As soon as they got off the plane, someone was picking up the plane. Shuanzi and Gou Sheng followed Su Budong and were still asking each other: "Did Brother Wu say you have sent someone to pick up the plane?"

"I haven't said that, wouldn't we just need to send people to the hotel?"

"What are you two whispering?" Su Budong asked the two of them, dragging their luggage.

"Who is here to pick up the plane? Are you good at your boyfriend in the United States?" Shuanzi thought he had given an impeccable answer.

"No, it's a friend who came to pick the plane up." Subdong followed the pick-up person out of the airport. Outside the airport, there was a luxury version of Lincoln waiting for them.

Leave the luggage to the driver, Su Budong and Shuanzi, and the dog left to enter Lincoln.

"Thank you for coming, my friend." Mike Jordan stretched out a hand, Subudon caught the hand, and the two touched their shoulders.

"You're welcome, I'm going to come to Seattle to handle some things." After the performance the day before yesterday, just a few minutes after ten o'clock, Mike called in, and the two talked on the phone for nearly an hour. Then, because Subdong was about to come to Seattle, and this year's NBA All-Star Weekend will be held in Seattle, Jordan volunteered to pick him up. Because he had too many things to communicate with this person of his age.

From November 28 to December 12 last year, Michael Jordan scored 40 points or more in 9 consecutive games. His wonderful performance also touched all fans, and he entered the All-Star field as the vote leader.

"Michael Jordan!" Shuanzi recognized who was sitting in the car and couldn't help but open his mouth. This guy is the hottest guy in the league at present.

"Who is Jordan?" Gou Zuo doesn't like watching basketball. He loves watching baseball and rugby, so he really doesn't catch a cold about Jordan.

"Jordan is one of the best people in the league." Shuanzi could only explain this to Gou Sheng.

"Jack, I have prepared a few All-Star Weekend tickets for you. The front row is in the front row. You will come to cheer on the spot at that time." Mike took out three All-Star Weekend tickets from the grid behind him, and Subudon whistled: "It's a waste."

Jordan likes Subudon like this, which means he doesn't like him: "I've already talked to my agent about other things, and I believe it will be a result soon. But I still reserve some opinions on your statement."

Su Budong took out the most expensive wine he could recognize from the wine cabinet in the car and poured it on himself. Then he picked up a cigar and cut it off and lit it for himself, and took a beautiful sip: "Let's wait and see."

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Shuanzi and Gou Zuo maintained strict routines and went back to bed shortly after dark. Su Budong couldn't sleep alone, so he thought about going to the hotel bar to sit and drink some wine to help him sleep.

Holding his paper and pen, he found a relatively secluded place to start writing "Zichuan". With the dim light, his inspiration was like a spring. When he wrote about the excitement, he did not forget to drink a sip of wine and then sip a few cigars.

No matter when, he doesn't want to put down his pen, forget what his major was, and the stories that could touch him could bring him. He wants more people to know.

"Hello, can I sit here?" asked a gentle female voice.

Su Budong looked up and saw a blonde girl gracefully holding a glass of wine to look at him.

"Of course, please sit down." Su Budong signaled the other party to be at will, while he continued to immerse himself in the fantasy world of words.

"You are Jack Su, right?" The blonde looked at him with interest, but Su Budong didn't hear it and was still writing quickly.

After a while, the blonde felt bored and snatched his pen like a joke. Su Budong was a little annoyed, "What's wrong with you being a beauty?" Haven't I seen a beauty in my life? He wanted to snatch the pen back, but the blonde held his hand down.

"Your hands are quite tender."

Su Budong frowned. He didn't like this. He asked himself that he had flew past butterflies, but he prefers to take the initiative. Moreover, writing something is interrupted by someone's thinking, which is crazy.

"I want to guess what you are here for. If I guess correctly, you promise me something, how about it?"

"Not very good." Su Budong said angrily. "Give me the pen back."

The blonde didn't seem to hear it and stuffed Bi into her career line.

"You come and get it."

Su Budong realized that there was something strange about it. He believed that his charm was not as great as a woman who could throw herself into her arms, so he raised his hands and surrendered: "I can't afford to offend me, I can't afford to offend me."

I went to the bar and asked for another pen to continue writing.

The blonde was a little angry: "Are you blind? Don't you want something to happen to me today?"

"I don't want to." Su Budong answered honestly: "Because I know that free things are sometimes more expensive." Since the game started the era of free, Su Budong spent more money on games than paid for points.

Su Budong realized that the good thing that a beautiful woman came to her door was unrealistic.

"Hmph, it's boring. I'll give you the pen!" The girl took the pen out of her career line and threw it back to Su Budong.

A silver light flashed, and Su Budong felt a trace of murderous aura!

The girl threw the pen very hard, and the tip of the pen was like a knife, aiming at Su Budong's left eye.

This is obviously going to ruin him!

Su Budong was shocked. He leaned his head to the side and flashed his head. The pen was dropped into a dagger at some point. If he hadn't felt the murderous aura that seemed to be there, Su Budong wouldn't have flashed easily.

The girl saw that Su Budong actually flashed past her hidden weapon, and she saw surprise and fear in her eyes. She quickly got up and ran away.

Su Budong didn't care about her either because he knew Shuanzi and Gou Sheng could get rid of this woman.

The three of them joined forces to set up a game, a game where Jiang Taigong fished. Su Budong wanted to see how dangerous the risk factor he was to participate in this game.
Chapter completed!