Little Life on An American Ranch

Now there is an adjective in China called awkward chat, which roughly describes Jian Heng's current situation.

When chatting to such an extent, Jian Heng has no interest in accompanying him anymore. It is good to lie on the bed and sleep, why do you squat with others with a smile on your face? It was a month ago, buddies are now living a free life, doing whatever they want!

Just as Jian Heng was about to stand up and leave on the pretext of having something to do, who knew that Melissa stood up first: "Mr. Jean, we still have to fly to New York and then to Paris, so I won't bother you. This condition is just our preliminary condition. I will Lobby the directors as much as you can."

"That's your business." Jian Heng said a little bluntly.

Melissa is not annoyed either, she is a bit like Jian Heng from a few months ago, interests are more important than everything else, it is nothing to be criticized by others, there is no food, and the best thing is to live today with more pockets than yesterday Uncomfortable.

"Goodbye!" Melissa reached out and shook Jian Heng's hand.

Touched with Benoit's hand like lightning, Jian Heng immediately shrank back, smiled at the two and said goodbye, then turned and entered the room.

When Melissa and Benoit returned to the car, Blanca had already got in the car, arranged her luggage, sat in the back row of the car, and waited quietly in the car.

After getting in the car and gesturing to the driver to drive, Melissa fell into deep thought. If she didn't speak, Benoit would not be interested in taking care of the little model Blanca.

Almost half an hour later, Benoit opened his eyes and saw that Melissa was still in the car, and he couldn't help but comforted him: "Melissa, don't worry, this is just a trick of the Chinese. Soon he will agree, and a million dollars is equivalent to free... ".

Before Benoit finished speaking, Melissa asked coldly: "If you have a method that can effectively control your weight without controlling your diet, would you accept the same condition of one million dollars?"

Benoit was stunned when he heard it, and began to ponder in his heart: Would I like it myself?

Without thinking too much, Benoit came to a conclusion in his mind. It's a pity that he doesn't want to admit such a slap in the face, the head of the Gallic Rooster cannot be lowered casually.

Melissa was on fire right now, and said directly: "You are not willing to do something, why do you think others will be willing to accept the conditions you put forward!"

Suddenly, Melissa felt a deep sense of powerlessness,

A group of company directors would be so stupid as to think they could understand things.

If Melissa knew that there is a term in the Chinese Internet called Teammate Pig, Melissa would definitely print it out, and stick the first one on the face of the person next to her, and slap it hard.

"I think he's likely to agree, even if he doesn't agree, let's bid next time and see how Blanca is doing." Benoit is still stubborn.

Melissa scowled and didn't say a word.

But I said in my heart: Do you think it was more than a hundred years ago, when you French could go to the door of the Chinese with a few ships and a few cannons, and let them agree to everything? Not to mention anything else, I heard that your French nuclear weapon technology was exchanged with the Chinese!

The two bosses challenged each other, and the little model Blanca could only shrink her head in the back seat, not daring to make a sound.

As far as Blanca is concerned, she will not give up the opportunity to train on the ranch now. Even without going through the company, before leaving, Blanca had made an agreement that as soon as October was over, she would return to the ranch to continue training in order to maintain her almost perfect body now.

Let's not talk about the grudge between the two of them in the car.

It is only said that Jian Heng returned to the restaurant, ran directly to the sink, turned on the tap, and immediately began to wash the water. After rubbing for a long time, he still felt a little nauseous.

Zhao Changshan was holding a cage of steamed pork in his hand at this time, and seeing that Jian Heng was still washing, he asked, "What are you doing? Are you going to rub the skin off your hands? By the way, how did the talk go?"

Jian Heng shook off the water in his hands, picked up the side of the sink and wiped his hands with a dry cloth, put the dry cloth back to dry, then turned around, leaned against the sink, and pressed the edge of the sink with his hands behind his back.

"Don't mention it, it's disgusting to me. One million dollars to buy a three-year exclusive contract, but you can only sign with one of their modeling agencies," Jian Heng said.

Zhao Changshan couldn't help being stunned when he heard this: "Aren't they brains enough? We earn hundreds of thousands of knives a month now, why should we give them a million dollars for three years?"

"So, I'll let them go. Fuck, don't mention it, mentioning that old glass makes my spine shudder! Fuck!" Jian Heng took a hissing breath after speaking.

"Prove that you are attractive! Look, I didn't even get the effect I wanted." Zhao Changshan lost no time in throwing a stone at Jian Heng's well.

"Who is attractive?"

At this time, Damai and Mai walked into the room suddenly, and when Zhao Changshan said that he was attractive, the two sisters asked in unison.

Before Zhao Changshan could ask and answer, the two sisters were immediately attracted by the aroma of steamed pork, sniffing their noses twice like two puppies: "What kind of smell, it smells so good!"

Now the two sisters have evolved 80% of the Chinese stomach, and they can eat smoothly every day.

"Floured steamed pork, go get a bowl, try it first, and give us a review!" Zhao Changshan said with a smile.

For the two sisters, Big Mai and Wheat, Zhao Changshan likes them very much. This kind of liking has developed to the present, and it is not about the relationship between men and women, but the feeling of a big brother looking at two little sisters.

Every time the two sisters praised Zhao Changshan's cooking skills, Zhao Changshan's eyes narrowed with joy.

Hearing what Zhao Changshan said, the two sisters immediately brought a small bowl like lightning, and watched eagerly as Zhao Changshan put a piece of steamed meat in. He stayed still, and gave Zhao Changshan a thumbs up from time to time.

Looking at the interaction of these three people, Jian Heng remembered that he had been in trouble for the past few days, so he said angrily: "I'm leaving!"

Then he walked out the door.

Damai and Maimai were a little surprised, and asked Zhao Changshan: "What's the matter, who made Boss Jane angry with an unhappy face?"

Zhao Changshan said with a smile: "What else can he do if he is in a bad mood, just now an old woman and an old glass paid too little, he felt that he looked down on him!"

"Oh! That's normal!" The two sisters, Damai and Mai, immediately felt relieved because of the money matter. At the same time, they lowered their heads and continued to eat their own tamales, and then kept praising Zhao Changshan's craftsmanship.

As for Zhao Changshan, his eyes narrowed into a line as he continued to laugh.

At this time, the new cook also came out with a cage. The newcomer was in his thirties, ten years younger than Zhao Changshan, but he looked about the same age, chubby, and looked like a Maitreya Buddha when he smiled. She has a good personality, and she dated Zhao Changshan for a while before.

The cook's surname is Feng, and his name is Sanzhu. He is the third child at home. Unlike Zhao Changshan and Jian Heng, their area belongs to the coast. Since the 1990s, people from whole villages and villages have smuggled here, so when Feng Sanzhu came, he didn't look like Zhao Changshan. It's such a trouble, and I haven't suffered as much as Jian Heng. It's like taking a boat, and the boat is full of people from the country to come to the United States.

The United States is not a paradise. Over the past decade or so, very few people have made a fortune, some have become well-to-do, and more people continue to struggle at the bottom of the United States. I have no skills or specialties. When I first came here, I was not good at English. Apart from Chinese restaurants, many people couldn't do anything else.

Don't get me wrong, Feng Sanzhu is an American citizen, a serious American citizen, the kind who canceled his Chinese household registration.

"Come and taste this, steamed fish section! My craftsmanship!" Feng Sanzhu was thinking of something, but he knew that such a beautiful girl should not be a small cook. If he recognizes himself, he will be gone. That person is crooked.

So the sisters changed their target again.

After going out, Jian Heng greeted Heidou, one person and one horse went straight to the dormitory, and just after unloading the harness at the door, Huang Xiaodong ran over panting.

"Boss, boss, it's not good!"

"What's wrong?" Jian Heng asked, frowning.

I'm in a bad mood today, the first thing you say when you come over is that the boss is bad, what's wrong with me?

Huang Xiaodong didn't think much about it, and said out of breath, "Boss, someone has come to our ranch to ask for cattle!"

"Whose ranch's cows are running over?" Jian Heng was a little curious, paused and began to saddle the black beans, and asked while saddling, "Did you check the fence?"

Huang Xiaodong said: "It's from the Edwin Harrison Marcus Ranch Company. They checked everything. Brother Jialiang and I went around in the opposite direction in the morning. It was still good at that time. The broken fence was a new one. Broken, someone else's bull broke through the fence and ran in..."

"The bull ran in?" Jian Heng knew that it might not be so good when he heard the situation.

"En!" Huang Dong said.

Jian Heng stepped onto Heidou, thought for a while, got off his horse and entered the house, took out a pistol and hung it on his waist.

"Boss!" Huang Xiaodong is diligent, but he is very honest. He is a standard first-generation immigrant in China. He likes to take a step back when things happen.

When he saw the gun hanging from Jian Heng's waist, his face immediately changed.

Jian Heng glanced at him and said: "If you want to be a qualified cowboy, you must learn to insist on what you should insist on. This is the United States. It is not a virtue to give up one's own interests, it is weakness! Old Anders once said to me In a word, the interests of everyone are the interests of the United States, so to protect your own rights, you must not take a step back! Let's go!"

At this moment, Jian Heng suddenly remembered a professor he once met when he was riding the fire in China. He said a word that is still fresh in his memory.

He said that since the Tang Dynasty, the rulers of all dynasties in China have wanted to train grass people to be sheep at their mercy, and they will believe what you say.

But when this dynasty perished, or even alien races invaded, these rulers wanted the grassroots people who had been raised by them to be as weak and deceitful as pigs and sheep, to bravely take up weapons to defend their regime, how absurd it is! !

For grass people who have been raised like pigs and sheep, whoever sits in the world is not like a bird! What about aliens? Who is the tax paid to? I don't care if my stomach is full, I don't care which company is in charge of the world, and who owns the world!

Seeing Huang Xiaodong at this time, this sentence suddenly jumped out of Jian Heng's mind.