Little Life on An American Ranch

Chapter 229 Old friend?

As the saying goes, Ruanrou Township is a tomb of heroes. Although Jian Heng is not a hero, he and Damai are in harmony with each other. Although the wheat from time to time makes some troubles, it not only does not damage their relationship. Feelings, on the contrary, bring emotions one step closer.

Jian Heng, who has been wandering in the United States, feels at home for the first time, and his heart seems to slowly calm down, and he can appreciate the beauty of ranch life.

I no longer think about getting rich or other irrelevant things in my mind, I just want to guard this pasture together with Barley, and live a mediocre life to the end of my life.

It's a pity that things in this world are often unsatisfactory. Within a few days of stickiness, Jian Heng had to transfer to New York to give Xu Zhaobin a new batch of vegetable juice, meet two friends, He Ye and Jim, and then fly Los Angeles will go to Shanghai, where Mr. Yao will meet Jian Heng, and then return to Montana via Los Angeles.

Is it the main thing that Master Yao came here? There is not much difference between the pick-up in Los Angeles and the pick-up in Shanghai. The main reason is that the weather in Montana will not let Jian Heng delay any longer. The weather forecast said that starting tomorrow, Montana will officially start the blizzard In the next four or five days, it is estimated that there will be no place suitable for planes to take off and land at the airports in Montana.

At New York Airport, as soon as Jian Heng stepped out of the terminal, he saw the person who came to pick him up, a black driver in his thirties, holding a sign in his hand, which read in Chinese characters: Jian Heng.

"I know, I'm not a child, okay, it's snowing in Montana, you should pay attention to it in the next few days, don't catch a cold. By the way, don't be too nice to Pooh and instant noodles. , take them for a run when you have nothing to do, don’t wait for me to come back in a few days, all of them are fat like pigs... okay, I hung up, the person who picked up the plane came over.”

Jian Heng walked up to the black driver, put away the phone and held out his hand: "Hello, I am Jian Heng!"

"Hello, Mr. Jian, I know you. I saw your photo when I came here." Seeing Jian Heng rushing towards him, the driver took two steps forward, reached out to take Jian Heng's luggage, and motioned for Jian Heng to go ahead. .

"You have a good memory," Jian Heng casually praised the driver.

Generally speaking, when a foreigner looks at a Chinese or an Asian, they think it is a face, which is a bit like we look at a foreigner. Many people can't tell the difference, so when the driver says he has seen his own photo and can match it , Jian Heng appropriately expressed a little surprise.

The driver smiled and said, "Others may be able to recognize the wrong person, but that's what I rely on for a living. If I pull the wrong person, it will be troublesome!"

"Where are we going?"

"Let's go home on the Upper East Side," the driver said.

"He bought a house here so soon?" Jian Heng asked casually.

The driver showed a simple and honest smile that is rare on a black face: "I don't know much about this, but the BOSS asked me to send you there, and I will send you there."

"Okay, then where are we going?" Jian Heng didn't ask too much, because he wanted to keep his employer's secrets, and Jian Heng's side is not a troublesome person, anyway, we will see the house when the time comes.

The two chatted one after another. When they came to the parking lot, Jian Heng got into a black Mercedes-Benz, and then drove all the way to the most prosperous area in New York. When they arrived, Jian Heng understood where He Ye's house was. up,

The Upper East Side of New York is where the rich in New York investment and finance gather.

"Fuck me, it's great to have money!" Jian Heng got out of the car and came to the door of He Ye's house. Jian Heng stood downstairs and looked up at He Ye's New York home.

This is where the wealthiest people in New York live, between Fifth Avenue and Lexington Avenue, known as the Gold Coast of New York.

The building in front of me is not high, only four floors, at most five floors, and there is no big courtyard at the entrance, the courtyard and the like, so simple that it doesn’t look like there is a garage. The style of the world, the exterior walls are all carved beams and painted buildings, extremely luxurious, signs of all sizes, lions, angels and other mythical sculptures are countless on the walls of these houses.

Pushing aside a small waist-length iron railing, Jian Heng walked into the small courtyard of about twenty one-story houses, climbed up about seven or eight steps, and came to the gate.

The gate is made of black cast iron, and there is a golden lion logo on the human face. It looks like the badges of previous people. Of course, these badges are not too numerous to count. Anyone who understands American history knows who the first people came to the United States? Thieves, prostitutes, or murderers and the like, when it comes to Americans, some Europeans still talk about it from time to time.

In short, the so-called aristocrats in the United States are actually just like that. Most of them are nouveau riche. They are no different from domestic old-timers with gold rings on their hands. If you have money, you can’t build a good house. I guess these houses It was a product of that time.

Some people describe that when you come here, you can feel the smell of old banknotes and the old-school style. Now that Jian Heng got up these few steps, he suddenly had such a little awareness. He didn't look at the luxury cars next to him, but only changed the surrounding houses. He suddenly felt as if he had returned to more than a hundred years ago.

Just as Jian Heng arrived at the door, a well-dressed Caucasian woman in her fifties helped open the door. You could tell it was the housekeeper just by looking at her.

Seeing Jian Heng, the man said with a smile: "Mr. Jean, please come in!"

The housekeeper spoke standard British English, and it was obvious from a glance that she had received extremely strict training. Such a housekeeper would earn a salary of 300,000 U.S. dollars a year.

In this way, Jian Heng was led to sit in the living room for a while, and then went to the bedroom on the third floor, and there was a rooftop of more than 200 square meters above the bedroom.

You must know that this is New York. On Fifth Avenue here, it must be a luxury to have a rooftop of more than 200 square meters. Although it is a pity that you can’t see Central Park, this big rooftop looks at the towering surroundings. High-rise buildings also have a special flavor.

I made a phone call to Xu Zhaobin and made an appointment to give him the newly prepared vegetable juice. The two talked about the future training plan for about two hours before the conversation ended.

When Jian Heng came back, he just walked to the door, and seemed to hear someone calling him, but he turned his head and glanced, but found no one, then shook his head, then turned and entered the room.

As soon as they arrived at the living room, He Ye and Jim were already chatting in the living room while waiting for Jian Heng.

After the three exchanged pleasantries, He Ye asked Jian Heng to try his new cook.

"I have hired a new chef here. He is good at his skills. He is best at roast suckling pig. Knowing that you are here today, I have already asked him to prepare it for you."

As he said that, He Ye stretched out his hand and called an aunt and maid next to her, and said to her, "Notify the chef to serve the food."

"Okay, sir!" The maid immediately saluted He Ye, then turned and walked out of the living room.

"The ostentation you're making here is a little too big." Jian Heng saw that there were only three of himself left in the room, so he said to He Ye with a smile.

"Borrowed, borrowed!" He Ye said with a smile.

As soon as Jian Heng heard it, he knew that there was something tricky in it, borrowing this thing? Isn't that nonsense.

"I don't care if you borrow it or it's your own, I'm not from the National Procuratorate." Jian Heng pouted and said.

After hearing this, He Ye replied: "It is true that I borrowed this place. A big boss in China bought this place. I borrowed it for a few years and then returned it. By the way, you and the two people in your ranch How is the little girl?"

He Ye didn't want to get entangled with Jian Heng on this matter, so he changed the subject.

Sure enough, Jian Heng took the bait, and said with a smile: "I'm now an official couple with Damai!"

"One?" He Ye said to Jian Heng.

Jian Heng glanced at him and asked back, "How many more do you want?"

Jim heard this, and said to Jian Heng with a smile: "I don't believe it, you never thought about the two being together!"

After speaking, he showed a kind of wretched smile that everyone is a man and understands.

Jian Hengyi said sternly: "You think I'm the same as you two!"

Saying that, I had to think about it in my heart, but soon Jian Heng put this wretched little thought behind me. Polygamy in the United States is not one or two cases. Anyway, the United States is a country that is developed, but what is so strange? Yes, almost any religion is legal, like the wheel that is banned in China, it can be spread here, so polygamy, and polyandry are not earth-shattering things.

As the saying goes, there are all kinds of birds when the forest is big. Jian Heng himself has read the news that the two sisters are looking for a boyfriend together. But he didn't think his education in barley and wheat could bear this.

"If you want to talk about Jim, his private life is messy, but mine is quite orderly," He Ye said.

The three of them were talking, and a chef walked into the room.

He Ye saw him coming in, so he stood up from the sofa: "Let's go to the restaurant, Master Lin, please forgive me!"

Following He Ye to the restaurant, Jian Heng suddenly felt a very strange atmosphere. The restaurant in front of him was completely Western-style, with a silver candlestick in the center, oil paintings on both sides, and complicated Western-style lines on the wall. The large table for dining is also a long table for more than a dozen people.

But now there are more than a dozen Chinese-style stir-fried dishes on the side of the table near the door, and a sauce-colored roast suckling pig is placed in the center. What's even more strange is that there are two bottles of Yanghe's M6 next to the table.

"You're combining Chinese and Western." Jian Heng smiled and followed He Ye to do it.

He Ye sat down and saw that the chef was about to unscrew the wine bottle cap for him, so he immediately thanked him and motioned him to leave, so soon there were only Jian Heng, Jim and He Ye left in the restaurant.

The three poured their own drinks and chatted while eating.

While chatting, He Ye turned to the old man Yao, and opened his mouth to ask, "Master Yao came back from you and stayed with me for two days, but he didn't look good. What's the matter?"

"There is no way to do this. He deduced that I was the descendant of Laozizong, and then told me to save their people. I don't know how to save people. To be honest, I don't even know that Laozizong. What is it, this old man was so happy, he came here excitedly, but he came back disappointed." Jian Heng said indifferently while eating the food.

He said, looking at Jian Heng, he asked, "You really can't cure them? If you can manage them, they really are quite powerful in the country. Although they don't get involved in politics, they have a certain influence on some people."

"I don't know how to cure diseases at all!" Jian Heng said.

Speaking of this, even if Jian Heng knows how to govern, he has to weigh it. He often hangs out in the American circle, so it is better to have less contact with domestic political forces. One He Ye is enough, and it will be troublesome if there are more.

Just as Jian Heng was thinking about this matter, the mobile phone in his hand rang. Jian Heng took it out and looked at it, and his face immediately became strange.

"What's the matter?" He Ye asked.

Jim stretched his head sideways, and looked at Jian Heng's cell phone, only to see that it was marked: Nobody to contact.

"Who is it?" Jim was suddenly interested in the phone marked with this name.

"It's an old friend." Jian Heng sighed and hung up the phone directly.

Just when I was about to say something to He Ye, the words came to my lips and I couldn't say anything: "I was about to say something just now, but a phone call interrupted my train of thought!"

Before Jian Heng finished speaking, the phone on the desk rang again!

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