Little Life on An American Ranch

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These small things will not affect Jian Heng's mood, but Jian Zhenhua didn't sleep well that night. An old-fashioned person like Jian Zhenhua wants to let others say that he is good, and he is not willing to let others find fault.

It's a pity that his thoughts are no longer meaningful to many people nowadays. Some people are born to only find faults with others, and never look in the mirror to see what kind of virtue they are.

The news of Jian Hengfu's inhumanity was naturally spread by those who didn't get the wool. They thought that he would stand by them, but many people just nodded in front of their faces. shameless.

Of course, if you got Jian Heng's fleece, no matter how shameless you are, many people would envy why you don't have such relatives, but if you don't get it and talk about others, you will inevitably be despised by everyone.

After sleeping until dawn, Jian Heng ate breakfast and packed up before bidding farewell to his parents. He said he was going to Shanghai, but in fact he was going to Yancheng, the hometown of red-crowned cranes. After arriving in Yancheng, Jian Heng discovered that everything he could touch Red-crowned cranes are all raised by someone, and if I want to steal one, I have to do it under the nose of others, so I have to give up.

Turning from Yancheng to Shanghai, it was already nighttime. I found a place to wash the car and drove to the location sent by He Ye, and navigated to meet up.

The address given by He Ye is located in an old alley in Puxi. It is said to be an old alley, but it is actually quite wide. It is full of rows of small western-style buildings, and the area is not small. It doesn’t look like Jian Heng’s impression at all. In the Shanghai folk house, a large family is crowded in a small house.

Jian Heng's car drove into the courtyard, and while making a phone call to apologize to his classmates in the provincial capital, he waved to He Ye who was standing in the courtyard.

After getting out of the car while on the phone, Jian Heng opened the back compartment, pointed to the things inside, and covered the phone with his hand: "The things here are all prepared for you by my mother, there are nothing good, just some local products from my hometown , pickles, sauerkraut or something, try it, this thing is different from the pickles and sauerkraut on the market!"

After speaking, Jian Heng continued to explain to the enthusiastic classmates on the phone that this time he really couldn't go to the provincial capital, so please forgive me.

After talking for a while, he hung up the phone.

"You're really busy!" He Ye looked at Jian Heng and said with a smile.

Jian Heng replied: "It's not because of your car that you are busy. With a car worth more than one million yuan, all the classmates you want to see and don't want to see all of a sudden come out! Everyone warmly invites me to go through the province next time I come back. City, in fact, it was originally a classmate who wanted to welcome me,

Wait for him to take a picture of your car and post it on Moments, good guy, there are quite a few in the provincial capital! "

After speaking, Jian Heng couldn't help sighing, knowing that if he was poor and white, the gang of classmates in the provincial capital, namely Sun Siwei, could lend a helping hand to him. As for what others are thinking, is it hard to guess?

How could He Ye not understand this kind of thing? He not only understood but also looked away. He stretched out his hand and patted Jian Heng: "There are always these messy things in life. If they don't enter my heart, naturally I won't be disturbed by them. You You have to learn from me, look away!"

"Okay, your Buddhism is ready! By the way, the car is returned to you!" After speaking, Jian Heng reached out and put the car key back into He Ye's hand.

He Ye took it, and casually threw it to the watchman beside him, then grabbed Jian Heng's shoulders, and the two of them walked into the room enthusiastically.

After entering the room, Jian Heng discovered that there was a small square table on the first floor of the room, almost half the size of the Eight Immortals table, just suitable for two people to sit on, and two official hat chairs were placed facing each other on the table. There are some home-cooked dishes, nothing special, nothing more than peanuts, preserved egg tofu, etc. The meat dishes are just braised chicken, steamed fish and so on.

"Not bad!" Jian Heng looked at the table full of home-cooked dishes, and felt very relieved.

For Jian Heng, now that he has money in his pocket, as long as he is willing to spend money, what kind of Michelin and other dishes do he want to eat? What Jian Heng eats now is to feel comfortable, who to eat with, as for what to eat, as long as it is not bad, he doesn't have much opinion.

He Ye also understands Jian Heng's temperament. From a certain point of view, the two have similar temperaments and hit it off right away. Therefore, the posture He Ye is putting on now is not to treat guests to dinner, but to put aside their identities and act as ordinary friends. Gather for a drink to entertain Jian Heng.

However, Jian Heng still insists on this.

"You guys go out, I have nothing to do here." He Ye sat down, reached out and unscrewed the Yanghe Mengliu next to him.

"I know you like to talk and drink this wine, so I specially prepared it for you! Don't blame me for not going to Moutai!" He Ye said jokingly while pouring Jian Heng the wine.

"The Moutai can be kept for me to take away!" Jian Heng stretched out his hand to support the wine dispenser, and replied to He Ye.

"If you're not afraid of the trouble of consigning the luggage back to the sea, I'll bring it to you, and bring you the whole box! Come on, let's take one first!" He Ye filled it up for himself, picked up the wine glass and Jian Heng Touched and said.

As soon as Jian Heng raised his head, the glass of wine was drained.

Putting down the cup, Jian Heng picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth: "Forget it, I'll buy it directly from the United States!"

Mentioning this matter, Jian Heng couldn't help scratching his head a little bit, because he was thinking about getting a few boxes of liquor when he came back this time, who knew that he wanted to do this yesterday, but was forgotten by a bunch of sluts.

"What are you thinking about?" After taking a mouthful of food and covering the wine in his mouth, He Ye opened his mouth and asked as Jian Heng was a little distracted.

"I forgot to come back this time to get some more wine!" Jian Heng said with a smile.

He Ye said, "Are you stupid! Liquor in the United States is much cheaper than in China!"

"What I want is Yanghe! Not Moutai!" Jian Heng said.

He Ye glanced at Jian Heng: "Do you want any wine? There are duty-free shops at the airport, and I have seen sorghum wine from a winery in a small county."

Jian Heng couldn't believe it, so he casually sent a WeChat to ask Zhao Changshan, but he didn't expect this guy to reply soon, telling Jian Heng that it was indeed the case.

Now Jian Heng said: "Damn, no way, it's so much cheaper?"

Jian Heng asked here, and found that this wine was not even a little bit cheaper than domestic ones. Taking Yanghe as an example, it was more than half cheaper than domestic ones.

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's already cheap!..." He Ye explained the details to Jian Heng while talking.

Not only Yanghe, but even Moutai is much cheaper than in China. Let’s put it this way, the same bottle of Moutai costs more than 1,200 yuan in China, but it is only 670 yuan in the United States.

Consider the difference!

The reason for this price disparity is that in addition to the 15% tax rebate for liquor exports from the state, there is also a 20% consumption tax in the country. In addition to circulation and monopoly, the same bottle of Moutai exported to the United States is nearly a hundred cheaper than domestically. 60/60.

"Tsk! It seems that next time I come back, I have to bring some Moutai for our old man to taste."

Jian Heng didn't know what to say when he heard the news. PetroChina and Sinopec were cheap enough to be troublesome in the United States. Now Moutai will also be sold at a low price in the United States. Although the buyers are all overseas Chinese or Chinese tourists, but this matter To ordinary people like Jian Heng, it always sounds wrong.

Anyway, this matter is not something that Jian Heng can turn around. It is a good choice for Jian Heng, buy it from the United States! With space in hand, Jian Zhenhua, as Jian Heng’s father, can still drink 1,200 Moutai. One hundred and seventy.

Don't worry about what you shouldn't worry about, so Jian Heng threw this little thought out of his mind, and concentrated on drinking with He Ye.

The two brothers chatted while drinking, and after a while they talked about the situation of the auction house in Shanghai. The main thing was that He Ye said that Jian Heng's ears were pricked up to listen.

The two were talking, when a chef opened the door and walked in, holding a bowl of old goose with bamboo shoots in his hand. This cook is very strange. Generally speaking, when a cook brings food, he always has to introduce it. Who knows this one, put the dishes on the table and smiled at Jian Heng, then turned and walked away.

With such a character cook, Jian Heng naturally wants to try his handicraft.

"This cook is good!" Jian Heng took a spoonful of soup, tasted it, and gave He Ye a thumbs up.

"If you like, you can let him go to your ranch!" He Ye said with a smile.

When Jian Heng heard this, he immediately waved his hands and said, "A gentleman doesn't steal people's love, besides, I already have Zhao Changshan in my family, so I really don't need another cook."

He Ye said with a smile: "This is not just a cook, regardless of his age, this one has a good skill!"

"Ok?"

Jian Heng heard that the smell was wrong! Looking up at He Ye, he said, "Why do I think you're going to dig a hole for me!"

He Ye said: "It's a bit too much to say that digging a hole, this old man is Xiaoyan's uncle!"

"What Xiaoyan, Xiaohua's, I really don't know Xiaoyan!" Jian Heng asked in confusion when he heard Xiaoyan pop out from He Ye's mouth.

"I'm talking about Xiaoyan, Yanzi's Yan! It's my bodyguard who has been watching me all the time when I go to your place!" He Ye almost rolled his eyes.

As soon as he heard that it was He Ye's bodyguard, and then thought about the attitude of He Ye's bodyguard towards him, Jian Heng quickly shook his head and said, "Then I can't ask for it!"

Jian Heng thinks, what does He Ye's father do in China? If he is an official, then the person who comes into contact with him must belong to a certain department, or even a secret organization.

To be honest, Jian Heng's awareness is not high enough to make fun of his life in the United States. Think about it now that Jian Heng's small ranch is open and earning a small amount of money, why bother to get involved in the chaotic waters of national disputes.

As for the butterfly-like thinking of betraying the national security interests of the United States while living in the United States, Jian Heng has not yet evolved such a high level of patriotism.

Contacting He Ye is a friendship, but when contacting these departments, Jian Heng has to think about departments such as the FBI and the FBI.

"Tsk!" He Ye saw that Jian Heng's original smiley face had changed into a serious one, so he said, "It's not what you think!"

"Is it what I think? Don't even mention this matter. Our friendship belongs to our friendship. Now I can't afford anything else. I don't want to have a relationship with any domestic line, and I don't want any department Hit me." Jian Heng shook his head seriously and said.

"You are just supercilious!" He Ye said.

Jian Heng replied: "Be careful sailing for thousands of years! We are friends, so don't get involved in politics. I don't have the skills to walk a tightrope between two countries. My self-positioning is a small businessman. A small ranch to make some money, if other people want me to live in peace, then let's have fun!"

"You really think too much! I won't introduce it! Just an old man who is unofficial!" He Ye didn't expect Jian Heng to think of such a thing.

But he also understands that it is not surprising that Jian Heng thinks so. If someone has a family in the United States and has a good craft, who would make fun of his own life? What will he give? Martyr title? Twenty points less for children to take college entrance exams? Don't be kidding, with Jian Heng's skills, if the direction of development is correct, the child may enter Harvard Yale without taking the exam.

money? What does Jian Heng want so much money for? What he earns now is enough for him to spend. If money and fame can't attract people, why should they buy power? This is not the time for national crisis.

He Ye actually didn't mean that. Of course, if he wants to do this, He Ye can't refuse, but this time it's really not the case. The old man doesn't have an official status, it's purely out of curiosity about Jian Heng. Which point, people didn't say it, and He Ye didn't have the qualifications to ask. \u003c/content\u003e

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