Temecula, 1250 Wine Valley 12th Block.

"Looks like we should hire a housekeeper!"

Zhen Fan was lying on the sofa in the living room and didn't want to move. The jet lag hasn't been reversed yet, and it's really a bit tiring to do so much. Sign the documents with the lawyer, formally receive the estate, deduct the inheritance tax, and about $400,000.

The lawyer is a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed eyes, a blue suit that makes him look very stable, and a leather handbag in his hand, the standard dress of a successful person.

"Remember that if you have something to do in the future, you must call me, and if it involves legal matters, leave it to me, and I will handle it for you."

"No problem, uh, I forgot just now, your name ......" Zhen Fan was indeed a little confused, probably because of the jet lag.

"Charles Carter!"

"Wilson ......"

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

"Charles, nice name!"

"Remember!" While exiting the house, Charles walked on the cement path in the lawn, walked a few steps, and made a phone call to Zhen Fan.

"Wilson, is that a nice name?"

When Zhen Fan muttered and got up, the names were confused again, put away a large number of signed documents, and then found a safe and locked it.

When I cleaned the room, I sorted out the things of the cheap third uncle and put them in the basement. Villa-style residences, in this area, the price is not low, and there are garden lawns in front and back.

It's a pity there is no swimming pool!

Zhen Fan looked at the garden and lawn behind him through the window, and was satisfied, but also a little regretful.

It seems that I am not satisfied, I am not a good comrade, and I have been eroded by the decadent ideas of capitalism so quickly!

Zhen Fan criticized himself, and then remembered that there was nothing in the kitchen, and his stomach was a little hungry. Looking outside, it was getting late.

It's time to go out and buy some groceries, this time. I changed my clothes and went out. The third uncle doesn't have a car, which is a very strange thing in the United States, although the third uncle still seems to be a little bit of a wealthy person.

Zhen Fan went out, and then he was dumbfounded, he didn't know where the vegetable market was, if there was also a vegetable market in the United States. Of course, I don't know where the supermarket is, and when Lao Mo sent him here, he told him some history of how he made his fortune in the United States, and he didn't tell him what the supermarkets, public toilets, and restaurants here must be.

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

Zhen Fan wandered around along the way, and soon realized that he was lost, and then comforted himself.

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

But I finally found a supermarket, it's not big, and the English in it is naturally known, look at beef, Nima, 4.33 US dollars a pound, a pound is almost more than 400 grams, how much is it converted into RMB? About 26 yuan, much cheaper than in China!

In line with the idea of being cheap and not taking advantage of the bastard, Zhen Fan sold ten yuan, estimated to be fifteen or sixteen pounds. Then there are vegetables, then all kinds of seasonings, fortunately, some basic seasonings in China can still be made.

"Sir, are you sure you want cash?"

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

"Yes, cash!"

"I'm looking for you for 53 cents."

The freckled little girl nodded and looked at Zhen Fan strangely. Very few people pay with cash anymore! Of course, most of the people who use cash are Asians, and that's not a big deal!

After going out, Zhen Fan decided not to be a road idiot anymore and hailed a taxi.

"Hey, buddy, where are you going?"

The driver was a young black man, the kind that looked active, enthusiastic about the red ribbon on his head.

"12 blocks 1250" Zhen Fan looked at the strap on his head strangely, "You like judo?" ”

Zhen Fan really hasn't seen what it's like to learn judo, when he was at home before, he followed the master to learn all kinds of messy methods, according to the old master, it was to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, eliminate disasters and avoid disasters, and later read in big cities, and he also read a few broken books explained by the master with one mind, and sensed 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. So as for the clubs and the like in the school, they were all selectively filtered by him, so that he didn't get a girlfriend after finishing college.

However, it seems that Japanese people on TV have a strap tied to their heads when they practice judo.

"Yes, yes, judo, taekwondo, kung fu! I like them all, as long as I can knock Jim's bastards down, you're Korean? Japanese? Or the Chinese? ”

"Chinese!"

"Then you're going to get to know you, Eddie Rick, everyone calls me 'the ant who dares to fight hard.'"

"There's a car!"

Zhen Fan shouted loudly.

Eddie Rick took a steering wheel, and the car on the other side whizzed by.

"You turtle redneck, die!"

Eddie Rick poked his head out, a hand out the window, and raised his middle finger high at the truck.

"Where did you just 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, made a Bruce Lee signature gesture, and let out a strange scream from his mouth.

"Get behind the 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 knows Bruce Lee's set!"

Zhen Fan is telling the truth, what he learned and Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do techniques are two completely different concepts, although the two have some origins.

"Oh, that's ......"

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

"Here we are, man, nine dollars and fifteen cents! Just give nine dollars! ”

Zhen Fan took out nine dollars from his wallet and handed it over.

“xiexie！”

After getting out of the car, Zhen Fan waved his hand at the black guy.

"Whew", the car has already run far away. Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled, and was about to turn around, when suddenly he heard a "whew", and the car reversed again.

"Hey, buddy, I don't know your name yet. I often run these streets, and when I want to go out, I call my phone. As he spoke, he took out a note and slapped it on Zhen Fan's hand, "See you next time!" The car swooped away again, and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground was harsh.

It's still black buddy straightforward!

Zhen Fan entered the door with large and small bags and began to cook something to eat for himself, after so long, he was quite hungry. Even if it was late, Zhen Fan was unwilling to grieve his stomach, and patiently cooked a beef and potato feast, but it was only half an hour, and the aroma was overflowing.

"The beef is not watered, not bad!"

"Potatoes native to America, good!"

In fact, to buy beef without water in the country is about the same as the chance of winning the lottery. After eating, the dishes were not cleaned up, and they all fell into the sink, picking their teeth by themselves, and sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV.

American Chinese TV station, watched no good programs.

WABC-TV, the one who reported the wrong lottery number and paid a large amount of money, a handsome middle-aged man talked about the recent shootout in New York City, USA, and from time to time there were live footage.

There is only one local TV station in Temecula, and a few girls twist their butts and dance hula.

Zhen Fan pressed it a few more times, and then his eyes widened, Nima, you can still receive CATV12 channel here, a foreign host, with a serious face, broadcasting a big haode news in China's rivers and mountains, and the whole country supports it. Then several high-rise buildings in Shanghai, Beijing, and Guangzhou appeared, indicating that China had overtaken American imperialism.

Zhen Fan couldn't help but want to sing a few words of socialism, so he held back, sat in the toilet for a long time, and excreted the potato and beef residues he had just eaten, and then hummed comfortably.

Then there's nothing to do.

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

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

"Knock knock!" There was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Zhen Fan opened the door directly, and then saw a white-skinned man with chestnut hair who was still in his thirties and was about the same height as himself, a white-skinned woman who looked very young, and a little girl with blonde hair of five or six years old, holding her father in one hand and a Barbie doll in the other, staring at him with a pair of round eyes and looking up at him.

Seeing that Zhen Fan opened the door, the man looked very happy and smiled.

"It's a shame that we're your neighbors, over there!" The man said and pointed to the attic house on his right, painted with white wall paint, "Thomas Moore, this is my wife Anne, and of course this baby Claire, I don't know if we have this honor......"

"Please come in!"

Zhen Fan hurriedly let the family in.

Anne picked up the plate of cake in her hand and handed it to Zhen Fan.

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

"Great! I love the cake the most! Zhen Fan pretended to be surprised, "Why don't we all try it together, we really can't wait!" ”

When she said this, she didn't believe it, the performance was a little too much, Anne was a little embarrassed, and slowly retreated to the side and sat down, next to her husband.

Zhen Fan hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a dinner knife, stretched out his hand a little embarrassed, and shook it with Thomas.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself just now, Van Zhen." This was introduced according to the American custom, cutting a piece of cake and putting it on a plate and handing it to Thomas, and then cutting two more plates and handing it to Anne and the little one Claire.

"We visit every new neighbor, and we actually like the poor old man who used to live here, and he loves Claire."

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

"That's my uncle, and now I've come and inherited everything from him, xiexie, what you did for him!" Zhen Fan nodded, a little fond of this enthusiastic neighbor.

Claire ......

There was nothing to talk about in a few people, and Zhen Fan turned his attention to the well-behaved little girl. The little girl looked at Zhen Fan, leaned to the side, snuggled her mother tightly, and held Annie's hand.

"She's a little shy, and she can only laugh for a while when she's usually with your uncle!"

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

"Oh?"

Zhen Fan looked at Claire carefully, and the little girl's jade-like eyes were very beautiful.

"Okay, excuse me, I hope we can come and go often in the future, but be careful of the one on your left, the man has a bit of a strange temper, and sometimes he will hear him beating his wife! Poor woman, she weishenme does not call the police? When Thomas was about to go out, he warned Zhen Fan kindly.

"Leave them alone, one day the wicked will be punished!"

Anne, please hold Claire and smile goodbye to Zhen Fan.

After taking a few steps, Claire turned her head, unable to see any expression.

"Claire, Claire......"

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