Zhang Yanming threw down his luggage and bent down to hold the two little girls in his arms. He kissed them a few times with a fragrant and soft kiss on his face, and then his little face was pressed over.

"Dad, you've left for more than twenty days."

"Uncle second didn't shave."

After being grabbed and pulled a few times, Zhang Yanming looked down at Zhang Xiaohuan. "Second Master, where is my mother?"

"ah?"

Shuanzi and Xiaoying also ran over and called out happily.

"Dad, where is the gift?"

"Come back and come into the house. Have you eaten?" Zhang's mother walked out of the house when she heard the movement.

Zhang Yanming was holding two little girls, one hanging on his legs, and two were standing beside him, like a wombat dad, and the big dog was also thrust around and wanted to be intimate with him.

"I don't know if I have eaten this rice or not."

"Oh my god, are you stupid when you go out?" Zhang's mother smiled: "You guys come down first and let your dad get in the house."

Several children were also laughing and laughing.

Zhang Yanming put down the two little babies, picked up the trunk box and walked into the house: "When I got on the plane, it was ten o'clock in the morning, and then I had lunch, and had dinner, and had a sleep.

Then I got off the plane at the place. It was eight o'clock in the morning. You said, did I eat this food or didn't eat it?"

"Oh, yes, the jet lag. Are we getting faster or slower here?"

"It's eight hours faster than Tenny. It's the third night there."

"Then if you eat now, it will be considered a midnight snack?"

"Yeah. It's true."

"If you run every day, you will be confused just by counting time." A group of people entered the living room.

Tang Jing and Zhang Xiaole were chatting with Tang’s father and mother, while Sun Hongye and his mother were gone, so they probably haven’t gotten up yet.

"Erming is back."

"Well, I just arrived. Where is my brother? I haven't come back?"

"I'm back, I'm going to Xipailou."

"Zhang Xiaohuan just saw me pulling my pants and asking him what he is doing."

"Haha, this kid is interesting. You should eat, drink and play. Everyone asks you when you catch me. You don't cry or make a fuss. You don't know if he really thinks about it or has nothing to say."

"I must have thought about this. I just stay here for a long time. This is home, so it's not that powerful."

"Eating and playing are also distracting, and there are a lot of sisters and brothers."

Zhang Yanming sat down and opened his suitcase and pulled out something. A group of children surrounded the side with fiery eyes.

"What are you bringing? Two big suitcases. This guy."

"It's all small things, so I'll remember them. I can't come back empty-handed when I go out."

Zhang Yanming sent the little bear toys he brought back to the children one by one. Fortunately, he thought about it and brought a lot of them. If it wasn't enough, it would be embarrassing.

The two little babies and Xiao Yingying are the three largest, while the others have to be the number one. The boy is Officer Winnie, and the girl is Princess Winnie. Well, that's it.

Of course, the boy also has a small police car, which can run and call it that kind. The bear is a pure souvenir.

"There are bears in this big box?" Zhang's father came over and looked at it: "Where is there such a thing? What's the picture so far?"

"That's different. It's the birthplace of Winnie the Pooh, the prototype of Winnie the Pooh, and all of us here are fakes."

“What’s the difference?”

"Yes, we use cotton from the United Kingdom over there, and we have domestic cotton here. Some of them are not cotton yet."

Several adults laughed, and Zhang's mother said, "Then you have to write it on it. This is United Kingdom cotton, authentic."

"Grandma, let's sell it here. The quality is not as good as this one and the shape is not quite right." Zhang Xiaoyue hugged the bear and showed it to Zhang Ma, telling the difference seriously.

"It's still open, this is so strong."

"I can't see it." Zhang's mother looked back and forth with the bear, shook her head.

"Actually, the biggest difference is hygiene. This bear is the toy of the princesses of various royal families and products of senior officials. There are very high requirements in all aspects."

"Hey, that's pretty much the same. This is very important. I'm always afraid of hygiene if my child wants. If you make more of this in the future, will there be anything else?" Zhang's father took one and looked through it.

"It has to be quite expensive, right?" Zhang's first reaction was that he must be expensive.

"If you count the price, it's really not cheap. If you sell it, it will cost thousands, and it will cost hundreds of people smaller than this one."

"Ah? Just this? It's more than a thousand? My mother, what kind of gold is this made of? This foreigner is so easy to make money."

"No, you can't calculate that. This one is sold for dozens of dollars over there, and it's better than hundreds of dollars, but they are worth much, and one dollar is worth more than ten yuan.

We are just a small three hundred yuan when we get twenty yuan. If we add tariffs, we have to sell for four or five hundred yuan. If we sell for more than one hundred yuan, we can’t sell for thousands of yuan?”

"Mom, why are their money so valuable?" Tang Ma was a little surprised: "Then the people there must be rich, and they must be rich."

"There are also poor people, and there are still many homeless people everywhere. In fact, it is useless to not go abroad. He also earns one cent and spends one cent. He goes to the public toilet for one dollar, and does not give it to him or not let it in."

"Then let's go to the bathroom and it will cost us about ten yuan?"

"Yes. So don't go to the United Kingdom to travel, as you spend money so much that you feel distressed. Eating fried rice with eggs can make you cry."

"How much?" Zhang Ma asked.

"Generally, it costs about twenty yuan, and there are more than ten yuan."

"That's... Mom," Zhang's mother smiled: "I made more than 200 yuan by eating a plate of fried rice? Ah? Don't say I feel sorry for you, I'm so fucked?" Everyone laughed.

(My friend took his wife and children to the UK for 10 years. When I came back, I lost about 40 pounds. I was about to lose money. It was not that I couldn’t afford it, but it felt so exciting. I urinated for sixteen.)

Zhang Yanming handed over the things he brought to everyone, including belts, wallets, leather bags and gloves, lighters, tie clips, and all of them were small things.

"If it's converted, it's quite expensive, right?" Zhang's father asked.

"Well, that's sure, these are all good things, and they'll have to be sold for a few hundred yuan there."

"Then if you calculate it, Dahong's thing is not expensive." Zhang's father took a wallet and looked at it: "The workmanship is better than this one."

"In the second half of the year, we will get our things, clothes, leather goods, and shoes. The price will definitely be higher than this one."

"That's really a luxury. What can people recognize? I heard that foreigners are so xenophobic, and we don't recognize our things when we go out."

"Where should I sell the score? I went out to buy two department stores this time. It's quite famous, so it should be OK to sell it in it."

Sun Hongye walked in with Zhang Xiaoyi in her arms: "Isn't anyone care about us? Come on, son, let's cry."

Zhang Xiaoyi was a little disrespectful to his mother, and showed a bright smile at Zhang's mother, with big teeth very bright.

Zhang's mother smiled and reached out to carry Zhang Xiaoyi over and kissed her: "I thought you had to sleep until nine o'clock. It just so happened that Erming didn't eat when he came back. You can go and have a meal together, and I'll talk when I come back."

"Oh~, send a gift? Is there anything mine?" Sun Hongye snatched Zhang Xiaohuan's little bear and looked at it and sent it back to him.

Usually she has to sleep until about nine o'clock, and today is Sunday and nothing is going to happen.
Chapter completed!