After getting the luggage, changing the card and turning on the computer with my mobile phone, I came in several WeChat messages all at once. Zong Hang didn't care about reading it, so he went to his circle of friends first.

The circle of friends posted in front of Fei was lively below, some scolding the merchants for being unintentional, and some asking local tyrants to support them. But there was a faint sense of desolation in the excitement: Zong Bisheng did not comment, and did not even leave a "pa" for him.

I quickly withdraw and read the information, but there is no one who will win.

The latest one is from his mother Tong Hong, who asked him: "Hanghang, have you arrived?"

What about Hangzhou and Hangzhou is almost twenty-three, and they are still called Hangzhou and Hangzhou. Zong Hang whispered for a while and honestly replied: "It's here."

You can't be serious about Tong Hong. Tong Hong has a nickname called "Lin Daiyu". She has been weak and sick since she was a child, with rich emotions, and is sensitive and caring. The older she gets, the deeper she gets. Although she has never buryed flowers with a hoe, she shed tears when she sees the wind, fallen flowers, and kills chickens.

Zong Hang was still in adolescence when he first protested against the nickname "Hanghang". At that time, Tong Hong looked at him for a long time, and his eyes slowly turned red, saying, "I have worked hard to raise a child for more than ten years. Now I want to call him a name, but I can't make any decision."

Then I couldn't eat or sleep. I cried until I was washing my clothes in the middle of the night. I called the little sister to talk about my worries and said, "What's the point of saying this person is alive?"

From then on, Zong Hang followed her. Cao Gong had already written it very clearly hundreds of years ago: What are you fighting with Meimei Lin? Just coax it as you go.

The other ones were all from his Cambodian side's door drag and Long Song's.

That's right, Zong Hang didn't understand the first time he heard it. After checking the Youdao dictionary, he realized that it was the meaning of "mentor": many foreign companies implement a mentor system in order to train new employees. That is to say, at the beginning of their employment, in addition to their direct superiors, they also serve as mentors for a senior employee who has no direct work contact to guide your life and pay attention to your mental health.

Although Zong Bisheng has a nouveau riche temperament and the companies he runs have strong township and corporate style, he likes to be in line with international standards and is proud to be able to blurt out English words. For example, performance is not called performance, but called KPI, and the master is not called master, but called Mentor.

After Long Song asked him to get it out, he walked towards the airport exit, saying that someone was picking up there, and the pick-up pass was very conspicuous and would never miss it.

***

The sky is high and the dad is far away, and even the air is filled with tropical fragrance. The exit is crowded. The largest and most fancy pick-up sign is prepared for him: countless floating balloons, flying flowers, and red hearts are printed around the word "Zonghang".

He was in a good mood and liked everything. Zong Hang felt that the enthusiasm of the Southeast Asian people was coming to his face in this fancy and whistle.

Moreover, the 17 or 18-year-old flat-headed little man who held the sign shyly called him "Little Master".

Why is the title of Southeast Asian people so retro? Although it doesn’t fit your socialist temperament, it sounds strange and pleasant.

The Buick business car that picked him up was parked not far away. A man with a typical Southeast Asian appearance was half poking out to wave to him. The three-seven-seven-seven-six-driving head was greasy, with a dark and enthusiastic smile. Even the shirt he wore was exactly the same as on his WeChat avatar.

This is his door drag, Long Song.

When I got in the car, the Buick walked out in the traffic. There was a Bentley in front and a three-wheeled tumbling behind. I heard that the gap between the rich and the poor in Cambodia was huge, but I didn't expect it to be so intuitive.

***

In the back seat of the car, Long Song and Zong Hang smiled and laughed at each other. The initial greetings about flight and weather have passed, and awkward chat is about to start.

Zong Bisheng called Long Song and said that his son was not good, and Tong Hong was always protecting him and was not easy to discipline him. It was too bad to be in front of him. "So just send it away for a while", "You can help me fight", "Just tell him to suffer more."

That's what I said, the hotel is a joint venture, and Old Man Zong is the big boss. Zong Hang's identity is a royal relative, so why do you beat him? Besides, Old Man Zong hung up the phone, and Tong Hong called him back: "Long Song, Lao Zong is angry. At most two months, I will ask him to call Hanghang back. Thank you for your hard work in the past two months. Take care of our Hanghang. This child has never been so far since he was a child..."

Later, it seemed like I was wiped away my tears.

Long Song originally thought this was not difficult to handle, it was just a short-term internship. After the couple beat him up, they realized that he had taken on a hot potato.

***

The car left the airport. Zong Hang didn't expect there would be a dirt road. The houses on both sides were low and the wires were densely tied. Without looking at the slogans, he thought it was China in the 1980s and 1990s.

Zong Hang looked for topics: "I speak English in general, isn't it easy to communicate?"

The Chinese guests in the hotel also asked this question, and Long Song answered the template: "Don't worry, there are many Chinese people in Cambodia. After Siem Reap developed tourism, many Chinese people went to the local area to invest, and many Chinese people came to work. Chinese tourists came in a car, and many locals spoke very well in Chinese, and they could even say a few words if they were not good. You are still bilingual and very excellent."

Zong Hang: "Oh..."

Then the situation is cold.

As the cars entered the city, the buildings began to look good, and there were more and more vehicles. Three-wheeled tumbling cars could be seen everywhere on the street, and large billboards appeared in sight, with the pride of Siem Reap and even the entire Cambodia - Angkor Wat.

Zong Hang said: "That Angkor Wat..."

Finally there was another topic, Long Song quickly answered: "We have a car in our hotel, you can go there anytime. Angkor can't finish reading in a day, and there are too many historical sites. You have to buy at least a seven-day ticket."

It's a mess again.

Long Song pretended to clear his throat, and Zong Hang wanted to bite his fingers.

He thought hard and found the topic: "I met someone at the airport. His family was smuggled, so I didn't say much to him."

Long Song nodded immediately: "Yes, it's better to be careful when you are out. Some tourists are quite complicated. Boss Zong told me that many people who hide debts and those who make trouble in China have fled here. You are doing the right thing, try not to deal with such people."

After saying that, he found Zong Hang staring at him.

Long Song was nervous: "What's wrong?"

Zong Hang couldn't hold it anymore: "Brother Long, I can't hold it anymore. I know my dad asked you to take me. You must have asked me in China, right?"

Long Song smiled a little embarrassedly.

I have asked or asked different people, and the answers were almost the same: Old Man Zong is just an ordinary person, he has no ability and no ambitions. From childhood to adulthood, he can only praise him for his appearance. Fortunately, his character is not bad, and he has many bad friends in the circle, but he has never been bad.

Seeing that he was laughing awkwardly, Zong Hang knew it in his heart: "Just think I'm here to play, don't put pressure on yourself. I am a person with no ambition and average ability. I am just a idle person who lives a small life. If you have money, you live a good life. If you don't have money, you live a poor life... Brother Long, I say that, do you look down on me a little?"

Long Song welcomed and saw people at the hotel. He saw many people who tried to prove that they were capable and skilled. For the first time, he saw his hands spread out and admitted that he was useless. He only felt that it was fresh, but he didn't mean to look down on him: "You are still young and have no determination, and you may have great ability in the future."

Zong Hang said: "Just me?"

He even looked down on himself, so he put his hands on his back and leaned his back to his seat, spreading the person comfortably.

Long Song looked at him and smiled, feeling that the atmosphere was entering the alley, and the host and the guest were at ease.

Zong Hang is called "second generation". I heard that the second generation can be roughly divided into three types, namely "another elite", "another playboy", and "another mouth".

Zong Hang is better than the top, but Zong Bisheng has a strong personality and cannot accept his son's mediocreness.

He said: "I have a rough idea. Don't worry, I'll find a way to get you back in a while."

Zong Hang suddenly became anxious: "No, Brother Long, have you misunderstood my opinion?"

He sat upright: "You find a way to keep me... You know that my father will win, and people will win as they are named. I have to follow him, otherwise I will scold me endlessly. And my mother has to coax me in everything. I will coax each one at home, and I will coax two Buddhas on my head. Life is too depressing."

Tong Hong was not relieved even when he was letting him go out for a trip, for fear of crashes, derailments, and planes disappeared, so the university forced him to tie him to the city. Year after year, his friends traveled abroad one after another, just his suburban farm stay: today to plant strawberries, tomorrow to go to the countryside to catch small fish, and then to feed chickens and ducks in the countryside.

This situation is just around the corner, but Zong Bisheng still dislikes him, complaining that he went to the countryside without tanning, and said, "You can't grow rough?"

How rough it is? How rough it is, how rough it is? The paintings posted on the bedside of his bed have been replaced by Korean star Jin Shengzhu to Li Kui. How rough it is?

It was sad to think about it. He clasped his fists over his head and bowed to Long Song repeatedly: "Brother Long, think of a way to keep me for a while, so that I can take my dad's home business in the future and give you a double salary."

Apa, who was driving, couldn't help laughing.

Zong Hang remembered that the person who saw him had something to do: "You are too up, I keep my word."

Long Song was amused and crying: "Okay, you're ready to sit down, I'll find a way."

Zong Hang bowed halfway, holding his fist on his head. He raised his head suddenly and was overjoyed: "Really?"

When I said this, my eyes and eyebrows were curved, and my childishness was bent.

Long Song likes Zong Hang a little. Cambodians believe in Buddhism, and most of them are peaceful. They live a slow pace and are not in conflict with the world. They don’t think that “prosperity” is so important: as a family member, you have a good temperament and can get along with it.

***

Siem Reap is not big, with a population of more than 100,000. In China, it cannot even catch up with the size of a small county town, but it cannot stand the good fortune of others and has Angkor Wat, a unique person in the world.

The airport is only a few kilometers away from the city center. Before we could chat for a long time, the hotel was in sight.

Zong Hang originally thought he could see a five-star high-end joint venture hotel, but when he arrived, he realized that he was thinking too much. The so-called object is like the owner's shape, and there is no need to have too much expectations for Zong's style of winning.

The hotel is called "Angkor Hotel". It is between two and three stars and is six-story high. It is surrounded by an inner swimming pool on all sides. It is estimated that there are five or six hundred rooms. There are tall coconut trees planted at the door, and there are rows of tuk-tuk cars under the tree. The driver and the waiter are wearing dark green short-sleeved shirts, the welcome lady and the waiter are wearing a water-pink cheongsam, and there are big red flowers on the bun.

Long Song introduced to Zonghang: "The hotels in Siem Reap are of all star ratings. We are cheap and good at quality, and we win by quantity. We have a good relationship with major domestic travel agencies. We mainly receive tour groups. In terms of individual tourists, we sent the advertisements to the airport gate, and there are cars there to guard the reception and residence..."

When he said this, he was walking into the lobby. His eyes were filled with old men and aunts wearing small yellow hats. A tour guide waved the flag and shouted: "Come on, Anhui, Anhui friends gathered..."

Long Song first sent Zong Hang to his room to rest. After all, cross-border flights are exhausted and the journey is exhausted, so it is necessary to take a break and take a shower.

The rooms are almost the same, and there is no difference in grades. Zong Hang lives on the third floor, with a large bed room, and the door opens with ochre red carpet, mahogany old furniture, marble sink, and a painting of Dai beauty in Yunnan hanging on the bedside, which is a strong era style.

The windows are floor-to-ceiling, and when you open them, you will find that it is not a window, but a large glass door, which opens to the small terrace outside. There are rattan tables and rattan chairs on the terrace. You can sit on it, overlooking the swimming pool in the center.

Looking left and right, the rooms next to the swimming pool all have small terraces, and there are quite a few people sitting and having a hair dryer and relaxing.

Looking down, a few white figures swam by in the pool of clear water, and their figures were not very beautiful, but Zong Hang was still happy to see it. The first time he saw it, he was full of enthusiasm for everything.

There was a person in the pool who was backstroke, with a big belly facing up. Zong Hang was about to raise his hand and say "hi", but there was news on his phone.

When I opened it, I saw Zong Bisheng’s post, and I only said one sentence: I deleted the ragged thing you posted!

Zong Hang stared at it for a while, suddenly became fierce and slapped the vine table: "I don't, I won't!"

The sound was a little louder, and on the terrace not far away, a woman who was busy looking down at him.

Zong Hang was instantly short of breath: Before going abroad, he checked a lot of strategies and found that many people dissed the Chinese would make loud noises in public, so he secretly made up his mind to show the high-quality style of the younger generation of China to the outside world.

But now it's... loud and loud? I didn't expect that it would be a shame to the Chinese people just on the first day.

With guilt towards his compatriots, Zong Hang was embarrassed, nodded to her and retreated back to the room awkwardly.

The wind blew, and the white gauze curtain rose and fell.

The air was wet and hot, and the sound of water came from the swimming pool.

The woman lowered her head again, laughed dryly twice, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, mixed with dark brown blood, soaked the tabletop of the rattan table, and fell to the ground drop by drop.

She clenched the carving knife in her hand and continued to carve letters on her arm.

One stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, and another stroke.

They are here.
Chapter completed!