The most beautiful (Part 1)
You are the most beautiful in my eyes
Every smile makes me intoxicated
—Yu Quan "The Most Beautiful"
So, women's curiosity is really terrible, but Bai Jiming still escaped. Those female colleagues didn't want to get to the bottom of it, but they didn't have the time.
That afternoon, the football test match had already begun. The first match was between South Korea and Ecuador, and the second match was between China and Japan. Zhao Henan, Zhou Yang, and Luo Na were all team leaders and had to go to the Olympic Sports Center with the team, so only Bai Jiming was left in the Kerry Hotel to coordinate.
Bai Jiming is a very quiet person. He can sit at the table in the main hall without moving for a whole day, but the two volunteers beside him can't stand it. They are still young people, lively and active. Sitting in the main hall without being able to surf the Internet, read newspapers or chat casually, even the Buddha would be bored to death.
Bai Jiming was easy-going, he smiled and waved his hand, the two volunteers cheered and ran back upstairs to watch the TV broadcast, Bai Jiming lowered his head and continued to read the Olympic Reception Service Guide. I don't know which idiot translated it according to the requirements of the International Olympic Committee, it's simply incomprehensible, the sentences are very long, I studied it over and over for a long time, but I couldn't tell the subject, predicate and object.
Bai Jiming sighed and gave up. If he had known this, he would have just read the English version. Even if he guessed, he would have been able to get it close.
The waiter at the door said in a sweet voice: "Welcome." A guest came in with an ID card on his chest. Bai Jiming knew at a glance that he must be an official of the Japanese team. If the other party had no doubts, he would not have to take the initiative to serve, so Bai Jiming did not take it to heart, thinking about calling a volunteer down and going to have dinner first.
At this moment, the Japanese official, whether he was drunk or just out of his nature, actually touched the waist of the waitress in front of him with a drooling face. The girl in the long red cheongsam was very embarrassed, and she stepped back while smiling. The Japanese official did not give up and touched the waitress's buttocks again.
Bai Jiming couldn't stand it any longer, he stood up, rushed forward, and pulled the waiter behind him. He was so angry that he wanted to raise his hand to slap him, but because of his status, he could only smile stiffly: "I'm sorry, I'm an Olympic Committee service staff, if you have any questions, I can answer them for you."
The little Japanese man sulked and spoke in Japanese. Bai Jiming didn't understand, but he didn't want to leave. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Liao Weixin's voice beside him: "Jiming, leave it to me."
Liao Weixin walked up and talked to the Japanese in Japanese. The Japanese official's face immediately turned from cloudy to sunny, and he kept saying "Yu Xi, Yu Xi" for a long time, then turned and left.
Liao Weixin sent the Japanese away and turned around to see Bai Jiming sitting back at the table, holding the Service Guide in his hand, seemingly reading it intently. Liao Weixin took out a cigarette, lit it, and slowly walked to his side, silent.
Bai Jiming endured it again and again, and finally spoke up: "What did he say to you?"
"Nothing." Liao Weixin narrowed his eyes and looked at Bai Jiming's smooth hair, "It's just that he thought we had some kind of service."
"Yes." Bai Jiming answered without anger, "It fits their national character. It was our negligence. Next time we should remember to add this sentence to the notice to the Japanese team: Miss, please bring your own."