The small half bowl of blackberries was served in his hand for less than two minutes, and Jian Heng ate a small half, most of which went into the mouths of Pooh and instant noodles, especially Pooh, who not only ate blackberries but also began to add a box of blackberries in his greed.

"Alright, alright, you wait, I'll get you some more, look at your useless appearance!" Jian Heng bent down and stretched out his hand to pull the box out of Pooh's arms.

I was about to enter the space again to pick a box for Pooh, when I looked up through the window and saw Sun Siwei and He Ye walking side by side towards this side of the house.

Seeing that the two of them were back, Jian Heng didn't enter the space anymore, walked to the door, opened the door and waited for the two of them.

"Why are you back now?" Jian Heng looked at his watch and opened his mouth to ask.

"It's almost time to eat, what are you going to do if you don't come back?" Sun Siwei smiled and stretched out his hand to pull Jian Heng away: "Don't block the door, you don't know if it's cold outside!" ”

Jian Heng turned his body sideways, let the two of them in, and followed him into the house, as for the bodyguards in the back, Jian Heng was in no mood to care about him at this moment.

As soon as He Ye entered the door, he said to Jian Heng: "In the afternoon, I want to hire a helicopter and take us around here, and take a look at the snow scene, what do you think?" ”

"Leave this matter to me, if you want to take a helicopter here, you can't pay for it," Jian Heng said with a smile and took out his mobile phone.

I called, asked about the nearby places where I could rent a helicopter, and called them one by one. There are a lot of helicopters in the United States, especially where almost all of them are large and small ranches, and many of the slightly larger ranches are equipped with helicopters, for which helicopters are a kind of production equipment, not some noble tool to show off their wealth.

If you want to rent a helicopter in China, even if you take the plane for an hour, it will not be tens of thousands, and it is too cheap here in the United States, and it cannot be said that it is better than a taxi, but the general middle class can rent it to take off and play in the sky twice.

But something happened today, after a round of phone calls, Jian Heng didn't rent a helicopter, put down the phone and said helplessly to the two of them: "I'm sorry two, all the places I know about helicopters have been rented out today, you can't blame me for this, if you want to blame, you can blame those bounty hunters!" ”

Sun Siwei was a little disappointed when he heard it, but he said: "It's understandable, if you can't rent it, forget it!" ”

He Ye listened, thought for a moment and took out his mobile phone: "You wait, I'll make a call, maybe I can get one for free."

Jian Heng knows that he has many ways to go, and he knows many people in the United States, more than Jian Heng's half of the Americans know in the United States, and the level is also much higher.

After two or three minutes of calling, He Ye put down the phone with a smile: "Yes, but it's not a helicopter but a propeller plane, which will come over in a while, about half an hour."

"Propeller planes?"

Jian Heng was a little skeptical that this kind of propeller plane could fit three people, because in his impression, as soon as the term propeller plane jumped out, it was a fighter jet, two seats or simply one, not only that, the propeller planes owned in the farms and ranches were used to spray pesticides, or some other purposes, and it was impossible to sit on many people.

"Well, propeller planes," He Ye said with a smile.

"Can you sit down?" asked Sun Siwei.

Hearing Sun Siwei's question, Jian Heng understood that this plane with the same idea as himself, and when he heard the propeller, he immediately thought of the kind of two-seater and one-seater.

He Ye said with a smile: "Sit down, don't say it's us, even if it's two more people to sit down, of course, don't say that it's a big fat man like Sun Yue in cross talk."

A plane came over to take everyone up for a walk, Jian Heng was still very happy, and asked the two of them, "What's the matter, how about listening to the story in the bar?" ”

When it came to listening to the story, Sun Siwei said, "Are you embarrassed to mention this? ”

Jian Heng asked in surprise, "What am I embarrassed to mention?" ”

"People tell a lot more stories than you, really, you should really go to the bar and listen to how people tell the story of the wolf king!" He Ye said.

Sun Siwei said: "When others say, Mr. He translates it for me from time to time, and I am a little fascinated by what I listen to, this wolf is also too powerful, and most people don't have its IQ!" ”

"The story, you take it seriously!"

Jian Heng knows this kind of thing too well, it's like a few people passing on the word, starting from the second one, five or six good things can be passed on to you as bad things, as for the story of the wolf king, it naturally feels even more unreliable.

It's not that Jian Heng hasn't heard this story, and at first he felt that it was a little reliable, but the more he listened to it later, the more it became a myth, and it became a myth like Journey to the West, and Jian Heng had doubts in his heart.

"So many bounty hunters, so many ranchers didn't catch a single wolf, not only did they not catch a single wolf, but they were constantly bitten to death by the wolves, you still say that this thing is not magical?" Sun Siwei believed in the story he had heard, or he was willing to believe in the Magical Wolf King.

Isn't there a saying that people only believe what they want to believe? Now Sun Siwei is quite willing to believe in the authenticity of the wolf king, which satisfies his taste.

He Ye smiled here, he was curious in his heart, but he didn't completely believe in anything like revenge wolf king and the shadow of death, he also felt that sometimes the things that come out of people's mouths have been reprocessed, and they should not be trusted, let alone fully believed.

"Get something to eat, my stomach is a little hungry" Sun Siwei touched his stomach and said to Jian Heng.

Jian Heng originally wanted to scold him for not having enough to eat in the hot pot or something, but thinking that he was a guest, he had to swallow the words back into his stomach: "Do you want to come some?" ”

He Ye waved his hand: "I don't need it!" ”

glanced at the bodyguard, found that he had a dead face at himself, then shook his head, then turned around and went to the kitchen, took a loaf of bread and broke it into three parts, gave one piece to Sun Siwei, kept one for himself, and then handed the remaining piece to He Ye.

"Baguette!" He Ye stretched out his hand to take it and said a word, then opened his mouth and bit it.

"This baguette is well done," He Ye said.

Sun Siwei also chewed beautifully at this time: "Well, this bread is a bit like the feeling we ate when we were children!" ”

"You did it?" He Ye asked.

"Where do I have such a skill, I bought it outside, there is a famous bakery in the small town in the west, and I will buy a little bit when the barley and the small are hungry," Jian Heng replied.

"It's rare to eat this kind of bread in China," Mr. Sun said.

Jian Heng naturally understood what he meant, a lot of bread and all kinds of additives were added, for taste or something. If nothing else, as long as you go to the supermarket and take a look, the bunch of additives behind the bread will understand. But the bread here is baked in the old way, without any additives, and the taste is similar to the taste that everyone ate when they were children, which is the original taste of flour baking.

I have to say that Americans are still quite honest in small business, and honest here does not mean that all small business people are like this, and there are also shoddy bad guys.

Here is just to say that the majority, doing business is quite reliable, there is no such thing that is added there, there is no such thing, there are also regulations in a prominent position to indicate, it will not be like the sky in the country, and then the place that cannot be noticed is marked with a string of strange small words: the right to interpret belongs to the store.

With a loaf of bread in their stomachs, He Ye looked up at his watch: "Find a flat place so that the plane can come down!" Grass, concrete floor, preferably concrete, more flat".

Jian Heng thought for a while: "Okay, then let's go to the west, there is a concrete floor over there, about three hundred meters long, it should be enough, right?" It's not far from here, about 20 minutes on foot, or 3 or 4 minutes on a motorcycle."

"Almost, let's go!" He Ye stretched out his finger and tapped the watch on his wrist, signaling that everyone was on the wrong side and it was time to go out.

Jian Heng took a look and felt that it was almost time to go, and he had to go snowmobile, plus he had to leave some spare time to come out when he went there.

So the servants and the bodyguards went out of the house and went to get two snowmobiles, and the two of them drove in the direction of the improvised concrete floor led by Jian Heng.