Chapter 3 Neighbors

Temecula, 1250 12th Street, Wine Valley.

"It seems that we should hire a housekeeper!"

Zhen Fan lay on the sofa in the living room and didn't want to move. The jet lag has not yet reversed, and I have done so many things, and I am indeed a little tired. Sign the documents with the lawyer, officially accept the inheritance, deduct the inheritance tax, and there are about 400,000 US dollars.

The lawyer is a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed eyes. His blue suit makes him look very stable, and he is carrying a leather handbag, which is the standard dress of a successful person.

"Remember to call me if you have anything to do in the future. If it involves legal matters, just leave it to me and I will take care of it for you."

"No problem, uh, I forgot just now, your name..." Zhen Fan was indeed a little confused, probably due to jet lag.

"Charles Carter!"

"Wilson..."

"It's Charles...Charles Carter! Mr. Zhen!"

"Charles, nice name!"

"Remember!" Charles walked out of the house, walked on the concrete path in the lawn, walked a few steps, and made a phone call to Zhen Fan.

"Wilson, does this name sound nice?"

When Zhen Fan muttered and got up, he got his name mixed up again, put away a large pile of signed documents, and then found a safe to lock them up.

When cleaning the room, I sorted out cheap third uncle's things and put them in the basement. The price of villa-style residences in this location is not low, and there are garden lawns in the front and back.

Too bad there is no swimming pool!

Zhen Fan looked at the garden and lawn behind through the window, and was satisfied, but also a little regretful.

It seems that I am very dissatisfied. I have to look forward to Sichuan. I am not a good comrade. I have been eroded by the decadent ideas of capitalism so quickly!

Zhen Fan criticized himself, and then realized that there was nothing in the kitchen, and he was a little hungry. Looking outside, it was getting late.

It's time to go out and buy some food. Change clothes and go out. Uncle San doesn't have a car, which is a very strange thing in the United States, although Uncle San seems to be a little rich.

Zhen Fan went out, and was dumbfounded. He didn't know where the vegetable market was, if there was a vegetable market in the United States. Of course, I don’t know where the supermarket is. When Lao Mo’s old Deser sent him here, he talked about his struggle history of how to make a fortune in the United States, and he didn’t tell the supermarkets, public toilets, and restaurants here. He came over in no time.

"Even if I have a car, I can't drive without a driver's license!"

Zhen Fan wandered around all the way, and soon realized that he was lost, and then comforted himself.

"Even if I have a car, I will get lost, because I don't know it well!"

But at least I found a supermarket, which is not big, and I can understand the English in it. Look at the beef, Nima, 4.33 US dollars per pound, about 400 grams per pound, how much is converted into RMB? About 26 yuan, much cheaper than domestic!

Based on the idea of ​​being cheap and not taking advantage of the bastard, Zhen Fan sold it for ten yuan, which is estimated to be fifteen or sixteen pounds. Then there are vegetables, and then various seasonings. Fortunately, some basic domestic seasonings can still be assembled.

"Sir, are you sure you want to use cash?"

The little girl at the cash register looked at Zhen Fan seriously with freckles on her face.

"Yes, cash!"

"Fifty-three cents for you."

The little girl with freckles nodded and looked at Zhen Fan strangely. Few people pay with cash anymore! Of course, most of the people who use cash are Asians, which is nothing!

After going out, Zhen Fan decided not to be a road idiot any more, and took a taxi.

"Hey buddy, where are you going?"

The driver was a black young man who looked very active, and his enthusiasm was like the red belt on his head.

"12 block 1250" Zhen Fan looked at the belt on his head strangely, "Do you like judo?"

Zhen Fan has never really seen what it is like to learn judo. When he was at home, he followed his master to learn all kinds of messy methods. In the city, he was also single-mindedly reading the few broken books that the master explained, feeling the so-called way of heaven and man.

Zhen Fan always thought that this was all nonsense, but there was no other way. In order to fulfill the old man's last wish, he had to do something. So he selectively filtered out all clubs and clubs at school, so that he didn't get a girlfriend after finishing college.

But it seems that when the Japanese practice judo on TV, they all wear a belt on their heads.

"Yes, yes, Judo, Taekwondo, Kung Fu! I like them all, as long as I can knock down Jim's bastards. Are you Korean? Japanese? Or Chinese?"

"Chinese!"

"Then you must be good at kung fu. Meet Eddie Rick. Everyone calls me 'The Desperate Ant'."

"There is a car!"

Zhen Fan called out loudly.

Eddie Rick turned the steering wheel, and the car on the opposite side whizzed by.

"You dirtbag country bumpkin, go to hell!"

Eddie Rick poked his head out, stretched out one hand out of the window, and pointed his middle finger high at the truck.

"Where did you just say? By the way, do you know Chinese Kung Fu? Bruce Lee's kind." Eddie Rick said as he let go of the steering wheel with both hands, and made a signature move of Bruce Lee, and let out a strange cry .

"Grab the steering wheel!"

"Yes, yes, you haven't answered my question, buddy!" Eddie Rick was finally willing to grab the steering wheel, turned his head, and looked at Zhen Fan expectantly.

"No, I don't know kung fu, not every Chinese can do what Bruce Lee does!"

What Zhen Fan said was the truth. What he learned was completely different from Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do martial arts, although the two have a lot of origins.

"Oh, that's really..."

Eddie Rick shrugged his shoulders, expressing great regret. But this kid is like a rapper, chatting endlessly along the way.

"Here it is, man, nine dollars and fifteen cents! Give me nine dollars!"

Zhen Fan took out nine dollars from his wallet and handed it over.

"Thanks!"

After getting out of the car, Zhen Fan waved at the black guy.

With a "huh", the car has already sped out a long way. Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled, and was about to turn around, when suddenly he heard a "hoo", and the car backed up again.

"Hey, buddy, I don't know your name yet. I often run around these streets, so call me when you want to go out." He took out a note and slapped it on Zhen Fan's hand, " See you next time!" The car slammed away again, and the sound of the tires rubbing against the ground was harsh.

Still black buddies straightforward!

Zhen Fan entered the door carrying bags of all sizes, and started to make something for himself. After so long, he was quite hungry. Even though it was late, Zhen Fan didn't want to wrong his stomach, so he patiently cooked a beef and potato meal, and within half an hour, the aroma was overflowing.

“The beef is not watered, not bad!”

“Potatoes native to the Americas, good!”

In fact, if you want to buy beef without water injection in China, your chances are similar to winning the lottery. After eating, he didn't clean up the bowl, and poured it all into the sink. He picked his teeth by himself, and sat on the sofa in the living room to watch TV.

The Chinese TV station in the United States didn't see any good programs.

WABC-TV was the one that reported the wrong lottery number and paid a large sum of money. A handsome middle-aged man talked about the recent gun battle in New York City, USA, and the live footage was transmitted from time to time.

There is only one local TV station in Temecula, and a few girls dance hula with their buttocks twisted.

Zhen Fan pressed a few more times hard, and then his eyes widened. Damn, I can still receive CATV12 channel here. A foreign host, with a serious face, is broadcasting great news about China's rivers and mountains, and the whole country supports it wholeheartedly. . Then several high-rise buildings in Shanghai, Beijing, and Guangzhou appeared to show that China had already surpassed the US emperor.

Zhen Fan couldn't help but want to sing a few words about socialism, so he held back, sat in the toilet for a long time, excreted the residue of potatoes and beef he had just eaten, and then hummed comfortably.

Then there is nothing to do.

On the first night in the United States, I was really bored, so bored that Zhen Fan stared at the ceiling and counted the stars—meditation!

The next morning, Zhen Fan was cooking noodles in the kitchen in his pajamas.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Someone knocked on the door.

"Which one?"

Zhen Fan opened the door directly, and saw a burly, chestnut-haired, fair-skinned man in his thirties who was about as tall as himself, a young-looking fair-skinned woman, and a five- or six-year-old The blond-haired little girl is holding her father in one hand and holding a Barbie doll in the other, looking up at him with round eyes.

Seeing that Zhen Fan opened the door, the man looked very happy and smiled with his mouth open.

"It's really presumptuous, we are your neighbors, over there!" The man said, pointing to the house with an attic painted with white walls on the right, "Thomas Moore, this is my wife Anne, Of course there is this baby Claire, I wonder if we have this honor..."

"Come in!"

Zhen Fan quickly let the family in.

Annie picked up the plate of cake in her hand and handed it to Zhen Fan.

"I made this myself, I hope you like it!"

"That's great! I like cakes the most!" Zhen Fan pretended to be pleasantly surprised, "Why don't we all try it together, I really can't wait!"

When I said this, I couldn't believe it. The performance was a little overdone. Annie was a little embarrassed, and slowly stepped aside and sat down next to her husband.

Zhen Fan hurried to the kitchen to get a knife, stretched out his hand a little embarrassedly, and shook Thomas.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself just now—Fan Zhen." This was introduced according to the American habit. I cut a piece of cake and put it on a plate and handed it to Thomas, and then cut two plates and handed them to Anne and Little Claire.

"We visit every new neighbor, and we actually like the poor old man who used to live here, and he likes Claire."

Zhen Fan knew that Thomas was talking about the dead third uncle.

"That's my uncle, now I'm here to inherit everything from him, thank you for what you have done for him!" Zhen Fan nodded, feeling a little fond of this enthusiastic neighbor.

"Claire..."

The few people had nothing to talk about, so Zhen Fan turned his attention to the well-behaved little girl. The little girl looked at Zhen Fan, leaned to the side, cuddled tightly to her mother, and held Annie's hand.

"She's a little shy. She can only laugh for a while when she's with your uncle!"

Annie stroked Claire's hair lovingly, with a look of helplessness in her eyes, and more of a faint worry look.

"oh?"

Zhen Fan took a closer look at Claire, the little girl has beautiful emerald eyes.

"Okay, excuse me, I hope we can come and go frequently in the future, but be careful of the house on your left, the owner has a weird temper, sometimes you can hear him beating his wife! Poor woman, why is she Don't call the police?" Thomas warned Zhen Fan kindly before leaving the house.

"Leave them alone, one day the wicked will be rewarded!"

Annie please hold Claire and say goodbye to Zhen Fan with a smile.

After walking a few steps, Claire turned her head, showing no expression.

"Claire, Claire..."

Zhen Fan shook his head and closed the door. Claire just turned her head back!

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