Little Life on An American Ranch Chapter 27

  Chapter 27 The earth really is a village

   "Give me one!"

   Jian Heng, who was standing in a long line, saw that he was in line, took two steps forward and stood next to the burrito cart, and began to take change from his pocket while talking.

  Jian Heng came out early this morning and walked all over New York to look at gyms. He has visited three gyms since early in the morning, and none of them made him feel special, or stylish. Like the ones I saw in the morning, Jian Heng can figure out the work routines in it with his eyes closed. At most, there are a little more equipment, and there are more muscular men in it.

  The reason why Jian Heng has not returned to China is because the money has not been received.

Although the car has already been delivered to the dealer, the money cannot be given to Jian Heng immediately, there must be a process. Of course, if Jian Heng sells it directly to the auction house, it is fine, but the price cannot be high, as long as he is not stupid No one will choose to be sold out.

The auction house was also contacted by the enthusiastic Jim, not only in New York, but also in the world. Such an auction house has no reputation. It is not small to operate a multi-million dollar business, but they will not It's big.

  Jian Heng was very assured of the professional level of the auction house, so he listened to the opinions of other professionals and gave the auction house full authority to handle his own Mercedes-Benz. It's just that I asked for it to be quicker during the first meeting, so the auction was officially launched after one and a half months after the auction was made.

  There is no way around this. A multi-million-dollar auction like this not only needs to be promoted, but the auction house also has to notify some interested old customers, some famous collectors, and museums. At the same time, this matter needs to continue to ferment.

  Usually, the more gimmicks there are, the higher the price can be sold, so Jian Heng and the auction house will naturally earn more money. Who would think that there is too much money? It is nothing more than waiting for a few more days.

  Jian Heng watched the Mexican aunt who made the burritos quickly bake the jade-faced pancakes on the griddle, smelling the aroma of corn from the pancakes, and comforting the gluttons in her stomach by the way.

   "Are you the one who bought the Mercedes-Benz." A young Caucasian guy standing behind Jian Heng saw Jian Heng, he was stunned for a long time, then reached out to pat Jian Heng, and asked curiously.

   "No!" Jian Heng nodded back.

   "Isn't it? I think you really look alike!" The white guy said while handing the magazine he was holding in front of Jian Heng.

Jian Heng looked down, and found that he was indeed on the cover of the magazine, but the Mercedes-Benz accounted for most of it, and he took up a quarter of the cover in the lower right corner. His face was not too big, so it was not so obvious figure it out.

"Where does it look like, look at his walnut face, look again, I obviously have a beautiful kiwi fruit face, and my eyebrows are very deep, his eyebrows are too shallow." Jian Heng reached out and pointed at the magazine. Said himself.

Today Jian Heng brought a pair of plain mirrors, because he was afraid that people would recognize him on the road. You must know that Jian Heng would admit it in the first two days, but after admitting it, troubles would follow many times immediately, and many people would pull Jane. Heng asked east and west, not about money or people, but about cars.

  Laomei has a long history of using cars. There are a group of fans of classic cars with a wide age range, just like the white youth who asked the question now, obviously one of them.

   How could Jian Heng know such a detailed car condition, usually at this time he can only laugh awkwardly.

The Caucasian guy was stunned by Jian Heng. Looking at Jian Heng's confused face, he took back the magazine and looked at Jian Heng again. When Jian Heng met his gaze, he was really a little bit uncomfortable I am sure whether the Asian in front of me is the lucky one in the magazine.

  How could Jian Heng let him continue reading like this, so he reached out and moved the magazine away and asked the white guy, "How many people have you asked me today?"

  Some white people look at Asians just like we look at Europeans. They seem to be a bit face-blind, and it is difficult to tell them apart at once.

  The white guy smiled embarrassedly and said: "Two, you are the second, but you are indeed very similar."

   "It does look a bit like him, but I'm not him" Jian Heng reached out and clicked the magazine.

From the news of the incident, Jian Heng hardly had a moment of peace in the past few days. Everyone who knew him called to congratulate him. We talked a lot in the tone of an old friend.

What's even more funny is that even the Hong Kong-immigrant neighbor who used to look at Jian Heng as inferior people, now when they see Jian Heng, they will smile shyly and want to chat with Jian Heng. Putonghua and Jian Heng talked about domestic current affairs and the National People's Congress for almost five minutes.

   The most annoying thing is not this, the most annoying thing is the media! From time to time, some third-rate and fourth-rate tabloids offered to interview Jian Heng, which made Jian Heng very annoyed.

  To be honest, Jian Heng was a little confused by this matter, he didn't expect that he would become an American celebrity in just a few days. Under the stimulation of millions of dollars, countless people targeted Jian Heng. Everyone was lamenting Jian Heng's **** luck, and at the same time, they began to look around for opportunities to make their own **** money.

Not to mention anything else, just talk about the Ta warehouse that Jian Heng rented. In a small auction held two days ago, the transaction price of each warehouse was no less than 1,200 US dollars. The warehouse was almost overwhelmed by people, and there were no less than two hundred people gathered at the scene. I heard that the police were used to maintain order in the end.

   "His luck is so good that he won't have to work in his life!" A black young man standing behind the white man also joined the discussion.

   Everyone is always interested in this kind of thing, and they are full of envy when talking about it.

Let's put it this way: Asian-American Gene (Jane) is now one of the biggest talking points among Americans these days, and it's a little bit worse than the Harvey Weinstein scandal in Hollywood, but Jian Heng has no one else Just last. After a few days, Jian Heng's popularity has begun to drop.

"Money earned for nothing lasts forever. Haven't you heard of a guy who won 50 million US dollars and will sleep in a relief station after five years? I think this Asian kid can spend the money in two years at most." Spend all" behind the black guy, a white man in his sixties showed disdain on his face.

Hearing what he said, Jian Heng raised his head and looked at him. With just one glance, Jian Heng understood who this Daji was. The old guy was most likely a mild white supremacist, and he fell in love with him. The shit-lucky Jian Heng was extremely upset.

Not only this old man, some American netizens on the Internet said it was even more unbearable, not to mention all kinds of slander, some of Jian Heng's bad things said with dignity, some even Jian Heng didn't know, and then found out on the Internet that he had done such a thing kind of thing.

   This is not the end, some people even confidently said that Jian Heng should not take the car, and should return the car to the original owner, that is, the relatives of the dead old man. This kind of **** talk these people say is so easy to say, the feelings are not their own money, and they are all going to use Jian Heng's things to build their own memorial archway.

  Jian Heng understands that this kind of people are very jealous and unhappy when they see that they have gotten this sum of money for nothing. In addition, they themselves are not doing well in society, so they put on such a face to elevate themselves.

  Jian Heng knows that his family is Asian. This kind of good luck makes some people unhappy. These people dare not engage in racial discrimination in the real world, but they naturally show their ugly faces on the Internet.

  Of course, Jian Heng didn't take it to heart. No matter which country you are in, there are always such slanderous things on the Internet. Let's talk about an idiot, what do you care about him?

   "Here, your burrito!"

  At this time, the aunt had already made the burrito that Jian Heng wanted, so she quickly picked up the paper bag at hand, put the burrito in it, and put it in Jian Heng's hand.

  The Mexican aunt gave the burrito bag to Jian Heng, and shouted at the old man who spoke just now: "Kyle, if you want to eat free pancakes today, shut your mouth!"

  After speaking, this lovely Mexican aunt smiled at Jian Heng, and her eyes immediately seemed to say: Young man, I know who you are, you can't lie to me.

  Jian Heng took a look, shrugged his shoulders at the aunt, and didn't feel embarrassed at all. He nodded slightly to the aunt, expressed his gratitude to the aunt for not exposing himself, and then prepared to leave.

  Jian Heng said softly to the aunt: "Thank you!"

   After speaking, she took her own burrito bag and left Da Ma's very prosperous burrito stand. After walking a few steps, she opened the bag and enjoyed the burrito while flipping through her phone, planning to find a way to the next gym that netizens rated very well.

   There was still one bite of pancake left, when Jian Heng's cell phone rang. A look at the number is still a domestic call.

  Jian Heng directly pressed the connection button, opened his mouth and said, "Hello, this is Jian Heng, who are you?"

"I!"

  As soon as the other end spoke, Jian Heng immediately recognized the voice of his old sister, so he asked: "Sister, you haven't slept at this point, what are you doing? Are you a thief?"

  Jian Heng's older sister, named Jian An'an, is now a junior high school teacher in the county, and her husband is a civil servant, not very high-ranking, but the couple lives quite comfortably in a small county.

   "What kind of thief are you, I'm at home, and my mother is next to me" Jian Anan said with a smile.

   "Oh, is everything okay at home? Where's Dad?" Jian Heng asked.

"Dad is also next to me. By the way, I have something to ask. I saw that a person in the United States seems to have earned millions. Looking at the photo, he looks a bit like you. I said that someone smelled that his surname was Jiang. , Mom insisted that it was you in the picture," Jian Anan said.

  Hearing this, Jian Heng couldn't help being stunned, and opened his mouth to ask: "Do you know it so soon in China?"

   At this time, Jian Heng felt that he had finally realized what is called a global village. Within a few days, it had spread not only in the United States, but also in China. I have to say that the information society really has no secrets!

  (end of this chapter)

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