Lisko’s American Life

Lisko looked at the group of horses. There was a white one. He stood beside him and measured it. The back of the horse 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 long ago and put it on the horse.

Of course, things like being kicked by horses that everyone expects will not happen. The horses bought for herding 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 this, he would be ridiculed.

Getting up on the horse, Lisko began to shake the rope with his belly in his hands, and the white horse also began to move slowly. After walking slowly for a certain 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. Followed up and ran.

"Da da da,"

The horseshoe stepped on the path of the pasture, and Lisko was pleasantly surprised by the sudden lowering of his sight.

The white horse was getting faster and faster, Lisko held the rein, 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, his forehead was covered with sweat from excessive excitement.

The rooster took the rein from his hand, "It's been a long time since I rode it, how about we have a competition someday?"

"Oh, I'm afraid of you. Did you forget that you used to compete with me, lost your pants, and came home from town naked?"

Lisko mocked the rooster somewhat contemptuously. Although the rooster took good care of everything in the ranch, since he fell off a horse when he was a child, he no longer dared to run fast on a horse.

After playing with the rooster for a while, Lisko went back to the villa. After washing the sweat from exercising, he packed up his things.

Today he is going out to attend a fundraising party held in the state. He was invited by Citibank. At first he thought it was unnecessary to go, and he was impatient with those politicians. His agent persuaded him to live here in the future , to get to know everyone, get acquainted, and you can get in touch when you need contacts for something.

Liscoe pulled out of the garage his only sports car, which Random House had given him to celebrate the million-selling second book.

This sports car is Pagani Zonda, the body is black and red, the price of this car is one million dollars, this FC12s7.3 is 650 horsepower.

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

One foot on the gas pedal, "Weng buzz~"

The engine of the sports car started to work, and it shot out immediately.

It takes two hours to run from the ranch to Denver, and Lisko is not bored with the company of music.

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

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

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

Pushing open 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."

"Yo, Americans."

The uncle was a little surprised. His small grain and oil shop is usually visited by locals, or neighbors who live near Chinatown. He was a little surprised to see a foreigner come to buy things suddenly, and he also spoke fluent Chinese. talk.

"I studied in China."

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

"That's one of my own, look and buy something."

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

The uncle helped to pack it in bags, two extra large plastic bags.

"Master, my name is Lisko, and I come to buy it after eating."

"Come on, when will you 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. There is a kind of hometown feeling.

Lisko bid farewell to the uncle, put the luggage in the co-pilot, and rushed to the reserved hotel.

When he arrived at the hotel, Lisko had a light meal by the way. When he was in school, he often accompanied his tutor to participate in these activities, as if these activities were not very formal without inviting a few literati and writers. In New York, writers participated in almost every banquet. He is well aware of the process of these banquets, and if he doesn't eat something now, he will definitely be hungry at the banquet.

After tidying up, the night was getting darker. After Lisko cleaned himself up, he also drove to the lobby of the Hilton Hotel, where all kinds of luxury cars were already parked.

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.

"Lisko," a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses called out to him while holding a wine glass.

"Brother," Lisko nodded. The man's name is Halle. He is a student of Lisko's mentor. He has also published several books, and he often hovers in the top ten of the best-selling books in the United States. However, Lisko's mentor is full of opinions on him, thinking that Harley is full of talent, so he always writes some superficial romance novels.

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

"Yes, I grew up in Garrison, and now I want to come back here to write quietly." Lisko replied with a toast to him.

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

Although he gets a lot of royalties for 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 subtly, he still has some inherent self-effacingness among Chinese people.

"Have you visited the teacher recently?"

"How dare I go? The last time I entered the door, I was scolded for half an hour." Halle was a little helpless.

It's not easy for Scott to express his opinion. Although Halle disappointed the teacher, he can't stop him from earning a lot more. Royalties, comic licensing, and film and television adaptations make him much more than himself. And this kind of thing must be self-knowledge, it's just fame and fortune, he chose profit.

The two brothers went around for a while, and Harley still took good care of Lisko, after all, he was the proud disciple of his mentor.

Lisko followed, and the two got to know the powerful people in Colorado all over the place, and his pockets were full of contact information. Lisko was still very popular, not to mention the reputation of his tutor, and no one would reject a young nominee for the Nobel Prize in Literature. As for losing to German writers? That old man has already reached the age of An Tiannian. In the eyes of outsiders, Lisko is destined to enter the literary hall of fame.

Lisko, such as the chief of police, the director of water and electricity, and state congressmen, talked carefully for a while, after all, these people may be used at any time.

After the lively banquet was over, he followed his brother and stuffed a check for 200,000 U.S. dollars into the donation box. It is not good to donate too much, and there is no face if you donate too much. 200,000 is the default baseline.

It is said that this banquet was held in the name of the famine in Africa. Lisko felt that the black brothers were so happy. So many people in the world were concerned about whether they had enough to eat. As for whether the money would go to them, could it be resolved? For their famine, the beholder sees benevolence, and the wise see wisdom. You will never be able to help a person who wants to lie down.

Lisko was out of the banquet and politely declined his brother's proposal to go to the bar for a drink. When he first crossed, he went there a few times excitedly, but he didn't have much interest afterwards, and the bars in the United States were very chaotic. What are you doing? Both, it’s very common to get together and suck leaves. It’s even more exaggerated. Once, 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 These things are too outrageous for a good boy.

It was already very late, he went back to the hotel to wash up, and planned to rush back to Garrison early in the morning. The room was a very ordinary standard room. Although Lisko said that he could enjoy luxurious services now that his capital was strong, he still couldn’t change it for a while. When I come back, I can only slowly learn to adapt to this world of capital and money in the days to come.