Two days later.

The Indians fled to death, and when the danger was cleared, the children of Kanfen Farm began to return to school.

Like the other children, Yunique put on her school uniform, picked up her school bag and got on the school bus.

Zhang Jing paid attention to Unike while looking for salvage ships, he contacted Mike in many ways, but he didn't expect that the world was so big, but there were only a handful of deep-sea salvage ships.

The point is that every shipowner knows Zhang Jing and refuses to lease it one after another.

The reason Zhang Jing probably knows that he just killed a captain and killed a first mate, is it necessary to be so nervous?

After a few days of searching to no avail, Mike Jianyi, who looked a little bit like Ning Caichen, said, "OSS, let's buy an underwater robot first, and with the underwater shipwreck map you bought before, find the July number first, and then consider the salvage problem."

In the last salvage, Zhang Jing spent 490,000 meters to buy a distribution map of the Florida Strait underwater shipwreck, and the seller was not allowed to resell it and give it to others at that time.

The seller has all the shipwreck drawings because they have advanced seabed survey vessels, which scan the seabed and model it, and analyze which ones are wrecks and those are just corals and stones.

There was no other way, Zhang Jing accepted Mike's suggestion and called Xu Jiu.

Xu Jiu was in downtown Los Angeles, in a four-story commercial building, receiving two important customers, received a call from Zhang Jing, apologized to the customer, and went out and pressed the answer button.

"Good afternoon, is there something going on?" Xu Jiu, who was dressed in a highly professional attire, asked.

Zhang Jing asked on the phone, "How is my salvage boat?"

"The salvage ship is still being built, and it is estimated that it will take four years to build, and it will take about two and a half to three years."

"What about the Deep Sea Robots?" Zhang Jing asked without giving up.

"They'll be delivered to you along with the salvage ship, and they're still under construction."

"I need a 1,000-meter deep-sea robot," Zhang Jing said, "Can you help me?"

"I'm receiving a client, I'll get back to you later."

Zhang Jing thanked her, hung up the phone quickly, and didn't disturb her work.

As soon as I hung up the phone, the phone rang again, and a strange call came in, "Hello, is it Mr. Zhang?"

"No insurance, no car, don't ask me who I am, and..."

"I'm Wharton Middle School Principal Ray Wagner," the stranger said on the phone, "When the student registers for the school, it indicates that you are the legal guardian of Unike and Martim, please can you come to the school now."

The guardian of the dragon and phoenix siblings was originally their gambler and medicine ghost uncle, and Barbie used the ability to take the guardianship into Zhang Jing's hands.

I don't know what to do, Zhang Jing politely replied, "I'll come over now, I'll be there in forty minutes."

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Jing looked at Mike, "If nothing else, we should go to Florida soon, you tell Ferry and Jamie, let's go together, I'll go to school."

Mike should be.

Sending off Mike and saying hello to his girlfriend, Zhang Jing hurriedly went out, Wharton Middle School is about twenty-six or seven kilometers away from the farm, located in the suburbs of Oxnard County, which is a relatively good school district house.

In most cases, the good school districts in Longguo are old and dilapidated, and the school buildings in Citigroup are in middle-class or wealthy areas, which is partly related to the tax system.

Every year, the yamen will send a notice of payment of property tax, which clearly states that there are several uses of property tax, one of which is to invest in education.

In other words, where there is more property tax, the more education funds there are, and the better the school will be. Of course, this is not an absolute situation, only the majority, after all, the educational outcome depends on the teacher and the student themselves, and parents are also important.

At noon, there were not many cars on the road, and Zhang Jing quickly rushed to Wharton Middle School, which was dominated by brown buildings, and interestingly, the school's tallest building was only three floors, and most of them only had one floor.

There are three flagpoles erected at the entrance, with the Star-Spangled Banner waving in the middle and the other two being school flags.

There are also some tall palm trees in front of the school, which look old.

"Mr. Zhang," Yi Yi

A well-dressed middle-aged white man waited at the school gate, "Behind Building C of the principal's office, he's waiting for you."

"I am," Zhang Jing said in a friendly manner, "Thank you."

As she spoke, Zhang Jing noticed that twenty meters to the right of the school gate, under a banana tree, a homeless/woman was shining her own shoes, and another homeless/woman was quietly approaching and snatching the shoes she was shining with lightning speed.

This scene came quickly and suddenly, and the reaction took several seconds, and the robbed woman began to sob.

Zhang Jing sighed in his heart, why should the poor man be embarrassed by the poor man, apologized to the man in front of him, and then walked over to the robbed woman.

The woman was sitting on the ground sobbing softly, Zhang Jing took out ten meters from his pocket and gently put it in front of her.

Putting down the money, Zhang Jing planned to leave and go to see the principal.

At this time, the woman looked up at Zhang Jing and said gratefully, "Thank you, thank you very much."

Zhang Jing was attracted by the woman's face and eyes, and stopped.

Looking at the woman, about twenty, her skin is delicate, her eyes are innocent, and she is cute.

It is characterized by tattoos on her face, like three Neptune forks, centered on the nose, one on the left and right cheeks, and the other from the bridge of the nose through the center of the eyebrows, all the way to the base of the forehead.

"You're welcome, what's your name?" Zhang Jing asked.

The woman stood up from the ground barefoot, took a step back, stood a meter in front of Zhang Jing, and replied with a little restraint, "My name is Britney."

At this time, Zhang Jing found that her voice was very "tender" and "crisp", and her words were clearer than most people, not like the god of medicine.

"Where are you from?" Zhang Jing asked.

"Utah."

"Did you grow up with your parents?"

"No," the girl shook her head, "no."

"No?" Zhang Jing asked strangely.

"Yes, I don't have a father, they don't have to adopt me, they just take care of me."

"Are you adopting a family, or are you growing up in a child welfare home?"

"No," the girl denied, "I basically grew up alone."

"Alone?" Zhang Jing asked in an uncertain tone.

"Yes." The girl replied in the affirmative, the corners of her eyes already moistened as she spoke.

"Is it your mother who abandoned you, or...?" Zhang Jing asked tentatively.

"Yes." The girl interrupted Zhang Jing to speak.

Seeing that the girl was holding back her grief, Zhang Jing apologized, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this."

"It's alright," the girl struggled to keep the tears from falling, "I'm used to it."

It was still early, and Zhang Jing asked the girl, "Have you finished high school?"

"Yes," the girl introduced, "Utah Hua~Sheng~Don Middle School, where there is free food."

"Then why did you come to Los Angeles?"

"I got on a coach and was going to Boston, but I woke up and people were already here."

"Are there any siblings?" Zhang Jing asked again, "Did they provide you with some help?"

"No, I've been alone since I was 4 years old."

"4 years old?" Zhang Jing was surprised, his parents divorced when he was 5 years old, and they didn't want him, but fortunately he had a grandfather, "How was your childhood?"

The girl sniffed her nose so that the snot would fall, and replied, "It's just very lonely, very lonely, with no friends, no friends, no toys, just growing up in the streets."

Zhang Jing's heart was sour, how could anyone be worse than him, did he meet a competitor at the back door of Huafu?

Seeing that Zhang Jing sympathized with herself, the girl was optimistic, and forced a smile on her face, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm used to it."

"Have you ever touched D?" Zhang Jing asked with concern.

"Yes," the girl recalled, "about four years old, or five years old."

Zhang Jing's scalp tingled, "Is there still contact now?"

"No, I haven't touched them for four or five years."

Zhang Jing believed that the girl was not lying, because she had good skin, she was not thin, and there was light in her eyes.

"Where have you been since high school?" Similar to the situation in Dragon Country, Citigroup also has vocational education, so Zhang Jing has this question.

"After high school, I went to take the nursing certificate, dropped out of school, and didn't take the state exam." When she spoke, the girl always kept smiling on her face and at the corners of her mouth, looking optimistic.

"And after that?" Zhang Jing asked.

"I've been on the streets for about half a year, and before the new winter arrives, I'm hitchhiking to California."

"Do you like it here?"

"I don't like it very much, it's a bit cold in winter, it would be better if it was Florida, I originally planned to go to Wilmington first, and then go to Florida, and I came here unexpectedly."

Talking about this, Zhang Jing still doesn't believe that anyone is worse than himself, "Are you really 4 years old and started wandering the streets?"

"Yes." The girl smiled and replied in the affirmative.

"When you were a child, did you really have no friends and no one you knew?"

"No," the girl shook her head, "I'm the only one."

This is also too miserable, although Zhang Jing is also miserable, but at least there is a grandfather, at least there are friends in the village playing in the mud together, "Have you ever tried to apply for affordable housing?"

"Yes, I go to T every morning to ask, and they try to check if there are any available, which is the only thing I can do, but there are too many people in line."

"Do you have a plan or a goal for the future?"

"Yes, I want to find a job and get out of my wanderings, but I don't have a place to live, I don't have an address."

From the beginning of the chat, to now, the corners of the girl's eyes are a little warm, but the corners of her mouth have been smiling.

But she didn't know, she thought she was laughing, but it was actually similar to crying.

"I'm leaving," Zhang Jing said tentatively, "you don't have anything to say to me."

"Yes," the girl raised the ten dollars in her hand, "thank you for the help you gave me, I hope you have a good mood every day, I love you."

Zhang Jing was almost moved to tears by Britney, and pointed sideways to X5 parked in the parking space at the school gate, "See that black car?"

"Yes," Britney looked in the direction of Zhang Jing's finger, "I saw it."

"I'll go to school for a while, you wait for me in the car, and I'll give you a job and a bed."

As if she had been hit by an easter egg, Britney looked incredulous and surprised, touching her cheeks with both hands and asking, "Really?"

"Really."

As he spoke, Zhang Jing opened the car door remotely.