Lisco's American Life

Lisko looked at the group of horses. There was a white horse. He stood next to it and measured it. The horse's back just reached his chest.

He took two carrots from the side and fed them to the white horse. He took the harness that had been prepared and put it on the horse.

Of course, things like being kicked by horses will not happen as everyone expects. The horses bought for grazing are all domesticated and docile horses.

Although Lisko had never ridden a horse in his previous life, after the memory fusion, this body can ride a lot. As the son of a farmer, if he didn't know how to do this, he would be ridiculed.

Getting up and mounting the horse, Lisko started to shake the rope with his belly under his arms, and the white horse began to move slowly. After walking forward slowly for a distance, he felt that his body memory had recovered, so he increased the intensity of shaking the rope, and the horse also started to move slowly.

Then he started running.

"Da da da,"

The horse's hooves stepped on the path of the pasture. Lisko looked at the sudden lowering of his gaze and was pleasantly surprised.

The white horse was getting faster and faster. Lisko held on to the reins and his upper body rose and fell with the horse's back.

After running a few laps, he began to relax his strength, and the horse also slowed down.

"Hoo~"

Lisko got off the horse and smoothed his hair with his hands, sweating from excessive excitement on his forehead.

The rooster took the reins from his hand and said, "It's been a long time since we rode. Can we compete someday?"

"Oh, I'm afraid of you. Have you forgotten the time when you competed with me, lost your pants, and came home from town naked?"

Lisko laughed at the rooster with some contempt. Although the rooster took good care of everything in the pasture, because he fell off a horse when he was a child, he no longer dared to run fast on horseback.

Lisko played with the rooster for a while and then went back to the villa. After washing up and sweating from exercise, Lisko packed his things.

Today he is going out to attend a fund-raising party held in the state. Citibank invited him. Originally, he thought there was no need to go. He was impatient to deal with those politicians. His agent advised him to live here from now on.

, go get to know everyone, become familiar with each other, and contact you when you need connections for something.

Lisko drove out of the garage his only sports car, which was given to him by Random House to celebrate his second book selling one million copies.

This sports car is a Pagani Zonda with a black and red body. The price of this car is one million US dollars. This FC12s7.3 has 650 horsepower.

Lisko wore a blue suit, which he customized to attend various banquets.

Step on the accelerator, "Weng buzzing~"

The sports car's engine started working, and it shot out immediately.

It takes two hours to run from the ranch to Denver, and Lisko doesn't feel bored at all with the music.

After entering Denver, Lisko drove into Chinatown first, parked the car on the street, and got out of the car.

Surrounded by Chinese-style buildings and Chinese signs everywhere, yellow people are bustling around here, and it really feels like returning to the country.

He walked up and down, listening to the local dialect, and stopped at a grain and oil store.

Opening the door, there was an old man in his fifties sitting at the door watching TV.

"What do you want?"

The uncle didn't even look up.

"I want to buy some spices."

"Hey, Americans."

The uncle was a little surprised. The people who came to his small grain and oil store were all foreigners or neighbors living near Chinatown. He was a little surprised when he suddenly saw a foreigner coming to buy things. He also spoke fluent Chinese.

talk.

"I studied in China."

Lisko saw what the uncle meant, "My grandfather is Chinese."

"That's one of our own, go and buy something."

Lisko rummaged through the shelves and found a lot of various seasonings, pickled mustard, seaweed, and various hot pot bases.

The uncle helped me pack it into two extra-large plastic bags.

"Uncle, my name is Lisko. I'm here to buy some after I finish eating."

"Okay, I'll be there whenever I come."

The uncle has a special fondness for Lisko. He has been abroad for many years and has seen many people with Chinese faces who cannot speak Chinese. I have never seen anyone with a foreign face who speaks Mandarin. What's more, when I heard that Lisko's grandfather was a Chinese, he was even more...

It feels like a fellow countryman.

Lisko said goodbye to his uncle, put his luggage in the passenger seat, and rushed to the booked hotel.

When he arrived at the hotel, Lisko had a quick meal. When he was in school, he often accompanied his tutor to participate in these activities, as if these activities were not formal if they did not invite several literary writers. In New York, almost every banquet was attended by writers. He

I know the process of these banquets very well, and if I don't eat something to cushion myself now, I will definitely be hungry by the time of the banquet.

After cleaning up, the night was getting darker. After Lisko took care of himself, he drove to the lobby of the Hilton Hotel, which was already filled with all kinds of luxury cars.

Lisko handed over the invitation, wrote his signature on the background wall, and quickly entered the banquet without stopping.

As soon as Lisko entered the hall, he was stopped by someone.

"Lisco," a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses called him while holding a wine glass.

"Brother," Lisko nodded. The man's name was Halle. He was a student of Lisko's tutor. He had published several books and was often among the top ten best-selling books in the United States. However, Lisko's tutor was full of opinions about him.

, I feel that Hallie is full of talent, but in the end he always writes superficial romance novels.

Hallie patted Lisko on the shoulder, turned around, took a glass of wine from the waiter and handed it over. "I heard that you plan to settle here?"

"Yes, I grew up in Garrison, and now I want to come back here to write quietly." Lisko clinked glasses with him and answered.

Hallie's face was full of envy, "Maybe you can win the Nobel Prize before you are thirty."

Although he gets a lot of royalties from writing romance novels, as long as he is a writer, who doesn’t want to touch the Nobel trophy, the highest honor in the literary world?

Lisko smiled implicitly. He still had some of the inherent self-effacement of Chinese people.

"Have you visited the teacher recently?"

"How dare I go? Last time I was scolded for half an hour as soon as I entered the door." Hallie felt helpless.

It's hard for Sco to express his opinion. Although Harle disappointed the teacher, he can't stop others from earning more. Royalties, comic licensing, and film and television adaptations, he earns much more than himself. And you should be aware of this kind of thing.

, it’s just that when fame and wealth came first, he chose profit.

The two brothers went around in circles, and Halle still took good care of Lisko. After all, he was his mentor's proud disciple.

Lisko followed, and the two of them got to know all the powerful people in Colorado. He also filled his pocket with contact information. Lisko was still very popular. Not to mention that his mentor was well-known, and no one would reject a young man.

He is a nominee for the Nobel Prize in Literature. As for losing to a German writer? That old man has already reached the age of An Tiannian. In the eyes of outsiders, Lisko is destined to enter the literary world's hall of fame.

Lisko chatted with the police chief, water and electricity director, state legislators, etc. very carefully. After all, these people may be needed at any time.

After the lively banquet, he followed his senior brother and stuffed a check for two hundred thousand dollars into the donation box. It would be bad to donate too much, and it would be shameful to donate less. Two hundred thousand dollars was the default baseline.

I heard that this banquet was in the name of the famine in Africa. Lisko felt that the black brothers were too happy. So many people around the world were concerned about whether they had enough to eat. As for whether the money could reach them and whether it could be solved

Their famine is a matter of taste and wisdom. You can never help a person who wants to lie down.

Lisko came out of the banquet and declined his senior brother's suggestion to go to the bar for a drink. When he first crossed over, he went there a few times very excitedly, but then he lost interest. Moreover, the bars here in the United States were very chaotic. What was going on?

It's all common, like gathering together to suck leaves. An even more exaggerated one was when Lisko saw men and women having fun in a bar and said something on the spot. For those who have received the strict nine-year compulsory education in the 21st century,

For a good boy, these things are really outrageous.

It was getting very late. He went back to the hotel to wash up and planned to rush back to the Garrison early in the morning. The room was a very ordinary standard room. Although Lisko said that he now had strong capital and could enjoy luxurious services, he still couldn't change it for the time being.

When I come back, I can only slowly learn to adapt to this world where capital and money flow everywhere in the days to come.