Recast youth

Chapter 1251 The feeling of a meteorite turning around
"know a little."

The man responded calmly, his eyes always paying attention to the river. There was also a blue flashlight in his hand that was shining on the fluorescent buoy in the water, observing the movement of the buoy.

Chen Huang, who was still laughing, couldn't stop laughing. He really let Ye Feng, a blind cat, encounter a dead rat and ask a compatriot in the country casually.

Ye Feng is different. Ye Feng is very happy to meet people from China in a foreign country, and then he gets to know them better. The most important thing is that although he doesn’t fish much, he loves fishing.

"That's great. I didn't expect to meet people from China in Switzerland."

Ye Feng said happily, and then started to look for buckets and fishing nets by the river at the feet of the middle-aged man. The main reason was to see how many fish he had caught and how big the fish were.

But unfortunately, Ye Feng couldn't find it, and then asked awkwardly: "Where is the fish you caught?"

"Let it go."

The man said casually.

Ye Feng understood as soon as he heard this. There are many fishermen who actually don't like to eat fish. The reason why they fish is more to enjoy the fun of fish biting the bait and then tug-of-war to catch them. After catching them, they will catch them again. Put back into the water.

"I also like fishing, but I never have time."

Ye Feng came back to his senses and said with some regret: "It's a pity that you have to apply for a fishing license to fish in Switzerland, otherwise I would also buy a fishing rod and come here to fish."

At this time, the man finally turned around and glanced at Ye Feng. Perhaps he was enthusiastic, or perhaps he felt that Ye Feng was disturbing him while fishing and wanted to send him away. Then he pointed to a street not far away: "There is a street over there. Fishing tackle shops sell one-day fishing licenses, so if you buy one, you can fish for a whole day."

"Really?"

Ye Feng suddenly had the urge to buy a one-day fishing license and a fishing rod immediately, and rolled his eyes at Chen Huang behind him, "Why do you need a fishing license? If I had a one-day fishing license, I would have caught fish now."

Chen Huang also rolled his eyes and thought, it's none of my business. I'm not Swiss. How could I know that one-day fishing licenses are sold here.

However, now that Ye Feng knows that one-day fishing licenses are sold at the riverside store here, he is not in a hurry, because it is getting late now. He will stay at the Lucerne Hotel tonight and buy a one-day fishing license tomorrow. Proof is also available in time.

This was the first time Ye Feng met a Chinese when he came to Switzerland. He handed a man a cigarette to a man fishing. As for whether to disturb him while fishing, Ye Feng didn't think about it. Anyway, this man didn't eat anything when he fished, and he couldn't catch fish even if he didn't catch it. So important.

"Hello, where are you from?"

Ye Feng got close to the fishing man. Originally, Ye Feng wanted to ask him which province he was from, such as Jiangsu, Zhejiang, or somewhere in Guangdong and Fujian.

But the man's answer exceeded Ye Feng's expectations. Seeing that Ye Feng had no intention of leaving, he took his cigarette, then smiled and said, "I am a Chinese-American."

Chinese American?

Ok.

Ye Feng was a little disappointed, but he quickly adjusted to it. Chinese Americans are also Chinese. Ye Feng thought for a while, squatted down, smiled and asked the man in front of him: "Hello, this is my first time. I came to Lucerne and I’m not very familiar with this place. Can I go fishing with you tomorrow?”

Ye Feng's idea is very simple.

That is fishing. Fishing with a few familiar people is the most enjoyable.

I don’t know, but in the eyes of the middle-aged man, he has been judged by his words. He is not a character who can fish. The so-called fishing is just to find a quiet place to fish by yourself. How can you say that you meet a fisherman? Are strangers going to be dragged fishing together?

But seeing Ye Feng's smiling face, the middle-aged man couldn't refuse, so he just followed.

"Okay, I'll contact you tomorrow." The middle-aged man said casually.

Hearing this, Ye Feng climbed up the pole, looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "Okay, what's your number?" "..."

The middle-aged man was speechless for a second, and then gave Ye Feng his number. Ye Feng saved it. This was the first person he knew abroad. After saving it, he asked: "Hello, my name is Ye Feng, what should I call you?"

"Yang Qingzhi." The middle-aged man said.

"Okay, then I'll save it."

Ye Feng lowered his head to store the name, but after typing down the name Yang Qingzhi, his expression suddenly turned strange, and then he couldn't help but raise his head and stare at the face of the middle-aged man fishing.

Then Ye Feng dug out the address book and found another stored number named Yang Qingzhi, which was not the same number.

Is it just a coincidence?

Ye Feng wanted to ask, but was a little hesitant. He mainly felt that this was too coincidental, just like a meteorite falling from the sky and hitting his head.

After years of experience, the middle-aged man had already cultivated an immovable aura, but he couldn't stand the fact that a man next to him who had gotten close to him for no apparent reason kept staring at him.

For the first time, the middle-aged man who never cared too much about other people's opinions and opinions had the idea of ​​putting away his fishing rod and going home.

Yang Qingzhi lifted the fishing rod.

"Hello, are you Yang Qingzhi?"

At this time, Ye Feng finally asked, looking at Yang Qingzhi eagerly, worried about the gains and losses in his heart, and almost started to howl. Is Yang Qingzhi the legendary manager who resigned from Goldman Sachs, with an annual salary of 9000 million RMB?

"you know me?"

Yang Qingzhi understood what he meant. This young man named Ye Feng seemed to know him. He glanced at Ye Feng doubtfully. With his excellent memory, he could confirm that he had never seen the man in front of him.
Ye Feng felt that this answer was not enough, and asked again: "Is it Yang Qingzhi who resigned from Goldman Sachs?"

"Yes."

Yang Qingzhi nodded.

Ye Feng finally confirmed that the meteorite really hit him on the forehead. The man fishing here was really the legendary great Yang Qingzhi who had an annual salary of 1100 million US dollars and resigned from Goldman Sachs.

So Ye Feng became solemn and reached out to shake hands with Yang Qingzhi: "Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Ye Feng, the founder of Lanshan Company. I called you several times some time ago, but you never answered."

"Hello."

Yang Qingzhi shook hands with Ye Feng in confusion.

Then Ye Feng pulled out another mobile phone number he had stored and asked, "Is this number yours?"

"its mine."

Yang Qingzhi understood what was going on. After he resigned from Goldman Sachs, someone must have given his number to the man in front of him. Then Yang Qingzhi explained: "It's like this. This number was the one I used when I was working. Now I don't have it." How to use it? I usually leave my mobile phone at home, so I can’t receive calls.”

Having said that, Yang Qingzhi still had a headache.

After resigning from Goldman Sachs, it was because many people called him and wanted to ask him to come out that he didn't take this mobile phone with him when he went out. Unexpectedly, now in Lucerne, he actually met someone looking for him.

(End of this chapter)