Dozo America

Temecula, 1250 Wine Valley 12 Block.

"It seems like we should hire a housekeeping service!"

Zhen Fan lay on the sofa in the living room and didn't want to move. The jet lag hadn't come back yet, and he was really tired after doing so many things. He signed the documents with the lawyer, officially received the inheritance, and after deducting the inheritance tax, he still had about 400,000 US dollars.

The lawyer is a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed eyes. His blue suit makes him look very stable. He is holding a leather handbag in his hand. He 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, leave it to me and I will take care of it for you."

"No problem, uh, I just forgot your name..." Zhen Fan was indeed a little confused, maybe because of the time difference.

"Charles Carter!"

"Wilson..."

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

"Charles, what a nice name!"

"Remember!" Charles exited the house and walked on the concrete path in the lawn. He took a few steps and made a phone call to Zhen Fan.

"Wilson, is this a nice name?"

When Zhen Fan muttered and got up, his name was confused again, he put away a large pile of signed documents, then found a safe and locked it.

When cleaning the room, I sorted out my uncle's cheap things and put them in the basement. Villa-style residences in this area are not cheap, and there are gardens and 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. Although he was satisfied, he also felt a little regretful.

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

Zhen Fan criticized himself, then remembered that there was nothing in the kitchen, and he was a little hungry. He looked outside and saw that it was getting late.

It was time to go out to buy some food. At this time, I changed my clothes and went out. The third uncle didn't have a car, which is a very strange thing in the United States, although the third uncle seemed to be a somewhat wealthy person.

Zhen Fan went out and was dumbfounded. He didn't know where the wet market was. If there were wet markets in the United States. Of course, he didn't know where the supermarket was. When Old Mo and Old Dese sent him here, he didn't even know where the wet market was.

He told him some of the history of how he made a fortune in the United States, and didn't tell him the supermarkets, public toilets, restaurants and other necessary places here. He just came here in a flash.

"Even if I have a car, I can't drive it because I don't have a driver's license!"

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

"Even if I have a car, I will still get lost because I'm not familiar with it yet!"

But at least I found a supermarket. It’s not big, and I can understand the English in it. Look at the beef. It’s $4.33 per pound, which is about 400 grams per pound. How much does it cost in RMB? It’s about 26 yuan, which is more than domestically.

Much cheaper!

With the idea of ​​keeping it cheap and not taking advantage of the bastard, Zhen Fan sold ten pieces, which was estimated to be fifteen or six pounds. Then there were vegetables, and then various seasonings. Fortunately, some basic domestic seasonings were still available.

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"Sir, are you sure you want to pay in cash?"

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

"Yes, cash!"

"53 cents for you."

The freckled girl nodded and looked at Zhen Fan strangely. Very few people paid with cash! Of course, most of the people who paid with cash were Asians, so this was nothing!

After leaving the house, Zhen Fan decided not to be a roadie anymore and hailed a taxi.

"Hey man, where are you going?"

The driver was a young black man who looked very active, as enthusiastic as the red ribbon on his head.

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

Zhen Fan has never seen what it is like to learn judo. When he was at home, he would learn all kinds of random techniques from his master. According to his master, it was about seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and avoiding disasters. Later, he studied in college.

Cheng Cheng also focused on reading a few shabby books taught by Master to sense the so-called way of heaven and man.

Zhen Fan always thought that this was all nonsense, but there was no way. In order to fulfill the old man's last wish, he had to do something. Therefore, he selectively filtered out the clubs and the like in school, so that he didn't even have them after he finished college.

Got a girlfriend.

But it seems like the Japanese on TV all wear a band on their heads when they practice judo.

"Yes, yes, judo, taekwondo, kung fu! I like them all, as long as I can defeat Jim's bastards. Are you Korean? Japanese? Or Chinese?"

"Chinese!"

"Then you must be good at kung fu. Let's meet Eddie Rick. Everyone calls me 'the desperate ant'."

"There's a car!"

Zhen Fan shouted loudly.

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

"Go to hell, you country bumpkin!"

Eddie Rick stuck his head out, stretched one hand out of the window, and raised his middle finger towards the truck.

"What did you 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, did a Bruce Lee signature move, and let out a strange scream.

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"Hold the steering wheel!"

"Yes, yes, you haven't answered my question yet, 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!"

Zhen Fan is telling the truth. What he learned is completely different from Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do martial arts, although the two have many roots.

"Oh, that's really..."

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

"Here we go, man, nine dollars and fifteen cents! Just 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 to the black guy.

With a "whoop", the car had already sped far away. Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled, and was about to turn around when he suddenly heard a "whoop" and the car backed up again.

"Hey, buddy, I don't know your name yet. I often run on these streets. If you want to go out, just call me." He took out a note and patted it on Zhen Fan's hand, "

See you next time!" The car suddenly sped away again, the sound of tires scraping against the ground was harsh.

Still a black man, he is straightforward!

Zhen Fan walked in with bags of various sizes and started to cook something for himself. After so long, he was very hungry. Even though it was late, Zhen Fan was not willing to offend his stomach and cooked patiently.

A feast of beef and potatoes only takes half an hour, and the aroma is overflowing.

“The beef is not filled with water, which is good!”

“Potatoes are native to America, so good!”

In fact, the chance of buying unwatered beef in China is about the same as winning the lottery. After eating, I didn’t clean up the bowl, dumped it all in the sink, picked my teeth by myself, and sat on the sofa in the living room to watch TV.

I watched American Chinese TV stations and found no good programs.

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

There was only one local TV station in Temecula, and a few girls were swaying their buttocks and dancing hula.

Zhen Fan pressed it a few more times, and then his eyes widened. Damn, you can actually receive the CATV12 channel here. A foreign host broadcast a great news about China with a serious face. The whole country supported it wholeheartedly.

.Then several high-rise buildings appeared in Shanghai, Beijing, and Guangzhou to show that China had caught up with the US imperialism.

Zhen Fan couldn't help but want to sing a few words about socialism. He held it in and sat in the toilet for a long time to excrete the remains of the potatoes and beef he had just eaten, and then he hummed in comfort.

Then there is nothing to do.

The first night in the United States was really boring, so boring that Zhen Fan stared at the ceiling and counted the stars - meditating!

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

"Dong dong dong!" Someone knocked on the door.

"Which one?"

Zhen Fan opened the door directly and saw a fair-skinned man with chestnut hair who was in his thirties and about the same height as himself, a fairly burly man in his thirties, a fair-skinned woman who looked very young, and a five or six-year-old

The little girl with blond hair held her father in one hand and held a Barbie doll in the other. She looked up at him with a pair of round eyes.

Seeing Zhen Fan open the door, the man looked very happy and smiled widely.

"That's really presumptuous, we are your neighbors, right over there!" the man said, pointing to the house on the right with a loft painted with white walls, "Thomas Moore, this is my wife Anne,

Of course, there is also this baby Claire, I don’t know if we have this honor..."

"Please come in!"

Zhen Fan quickly let the family in.

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

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

"That's great! Cake is my favorite!" Zhen Fan pretended to be surprised, "How about we all try it together? I really can't wait!"

When she said this, she didn't believe it. The performance was a bit too much. Anne was a little embarrassed and slowly stepped aside and sat down next to her husband.

Zhen Fan hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a knife, and stretched out his hand with some embarrassment, shaking it with Thomas.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself just now - Fan Zhen." This was introduced according to American habits. He cut a piece of cake and put it on a plate and handed it to Thomas. Then he cut two more plates and handed them to Anne and

Little one Claire.

"We would come and visit every new neighbor. In fact, we liked the poor old man who used to live here very much. He liked Claire very much."

Zhen Fan knew that Thomas was talking about the cheap third uncle who died.

"That's my uncle. Now I'm here to inherit everything from him. Thank you for what you did for him!" Zhen Fan nodded, liking this enthusiastic neighbor a little bit.

"Claire..."

The few of them 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, clung to her mother tightly, and held Annie's hand.

"She is a bit shy. She can only smile for a while when she is with your uncle!"

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

"oh?"

Zhen Fan looked at Claire carefully. The little girl's emerald eyes were very beautiful.

"Okay, excuse me. I hope we can come and go often in the future, but be careful. The male owner of the house on your left has a bit of a weird temper. Sometimes you can hear him beating his wife! Poor woman, why does she

Not calling the police?" Thomas gave Zhen Fan a kind warning before leaving the house.

"Don't worry about them, the evildoers will be punished one day!"

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

After walking a few steps, Claire looked back with no apparent expression.

"Claire, Claire..."

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