After flying for fourteen or five hours, Zhang Chi didn't feel tired at all. He was happily thinking about how to make a fortune. Originally, he didn't dare to think about it, but anyone who has a gourd can do it.
Think big.
I used to take a ten-hour flight, and my legs were shaking a little when I got off the plane. But today, I got off the plane as if nothing was wrong.
Los Angeles is not his final destination. He has to change planes. Originally, Zhang Chi could stay one night at his cousin's house who works in Los Angeles. Unfortunately, his cousin has a girlfriend now and they are living together. It's not that he is unhappy.
Zhang Chi was afraid that he would disturb others.
He randomly found a hotel to stay for one night, and early the next morning, Zhang Chi flew to his destination.
It took fourteen or five hours to knock Zhang Chi down, but in the next two hours or so, Zhang Chi was beaten to death.
It wasn't because the plane was broken, or because the seats were narrow, but there was a big old black man sitting next to me. I got in. The smell of his body was mixed with the smell of perfume, so Zhang Chi had no choice but to immediately find a crooked neck tree to hang himself on.
With the mask and toilet water, Zhang Chi was able to withstand this period of time.
When he got off the plane, Zhang Chi took off his mask, held his knees with both hands, and took a few deep breaths of fresh air, but the smell in his nose was still there, making Zhang Chi almost retching.
The airport still has a familiar appearance. In Chinese terms, it is old and shabby. The airport built in the 1970s is still in use today. No matter how much it is maintained, it cannot get rid of its outdated atmosphere.
Some people may think that these buildings have flavor and a sense of history, but in Zhang Chi's mind, they are old and poor. Not to mention compared with domestic city airports, they are not as good as the high-speed rail station in Zhang Chi's hometown.
Americans travel by car as close as possible and as far away as planes, so there are a lot of airports here, and almost all larger towns have airports.
Airports in small western towns like Folsom are not big. Just like the Folsom Airport in front of Zhang Chi, one runway and a three-story terminal are almost all of the airport.
There are no shuttle buses at such a big airport, so when you get off the plane, you have to stand on the ground with your two legs.
Fortunately, the exit was not far from the place where we got off the plane, only about fifty meters away. Passengers swung their legs and arrived in a short time.
Zhang Chi walked out among the crowd and left the airport with a small backpack on his back.
As soon as he exited the exit, he heard someone calling him.
"Da Chizi! Da Chizi!"
Zhang Chi turned around and saw that his uncle was standing at the exit, waving at him.
Zhang Chi's uncle is called Zhang Youliang, not his biological uncle but his cousin. According to the genealogy, he and Zhang Chi are already in the fifth service.
Zhang Youliang came to the United States very early, in the last century, and has been here for more than thirty years. Like most Chinese who have just arrived in the United States, he first worked in a restaurant and then opened his own restaurant.
Zhang Youliang's restaurant has a good business, and the food he cooks is more suitable for the tastes of people in Folsom, so more people come to the restaurant to eat, and he gradually makes a name for himself in Folsom.
"Uncle!" Zhang Chi walked over with a smile.
Seeing his nephew, Zhang Youliang was very happy. He smiled and reached out to take the backpack from his nephew's back. At the same time, he asked: "How is it? Did the journey go well?"
"It's good, but it smells like there was a big boss sitting next to him just now." Zhang Chi quickly said no, how could he let an uncle in his sixties give him a backpack.
Zhang Youliang laughed and said, "That's quite a hardship."
"It took half a bottle of toilet water to deal with it," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
"Why did you bring toilet water?" Zhang Youliang asked casually.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chi knew something was wrong, so he smiled and said, "I bought it when I was in transit."
"Wait a minute, I'll go get the suitcase." After Zhang Chi said this, he saw that the place where the suitcase was picked up was already open for picking up luggage, so he said something to the uncle and trotted over with him.
After taking their luggage, Zhang Chi and his nephew went to the parking lot.
The uncle's car is a Dodge Ram, which is considered a luxury car in China with a displacement of about 5.5%. However, pickup trucks can be seen everywhere here, and they are far more popular than cars. This is an agricultural state.
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The uncle and nephew got into the car, Zhang Chi sat in the passenger seat, and Zhang Youliang drove. It wasn't that Zhang Chi was not particular about it, but Zhang Youliang took his own car very seriously and didn't really like others driving it.
It's not that Zhang Youliang is stingy, but that he has been here for many years and has unknowingly acquired the temper of the people here. No matter how broken his car is, he won't let others drive it easily.
To be honest, the uncle is very good to Zhang Chi. After working in restaurants for so many years, the uncle and his mother-in-law have saved one hundred thousand dollars for Zhang Chi. Let alone the cousin, even if they are biological uncles, how many of them can do that?
Such.
It would be a bit dissatisfying for you to say that others are not treating you well.
"Have you told your parents about going out to have a career?" Zhang Youliang asked while driving.
Zhang Youliang is a little cautious, because his parents passed away early when he was a child. Without Zhang Chi's grandparents to take care of him for a few years, it is still unknown whether he will survive.
It is precisely because of this that after arriving in the United States and settling down, Zhang Youliang brought Zhang Chi, his nephew, to the United States to obtain his identity. At that time, it seemed to be a good thing, but now different people may have different opinions.
Zhang Chi said with a smile: "I didn't say anything. It won't be too late to mention it to them after my place settles down."
Originally, Zhang Chi was working in his uncle's restaurant, but now that his uncle's second son Zhang Wu is back, this guy doesn't have a job yet, so he naturally took over the job in the restaurant.
The small restaurant was not big to begin with, so it could feed three people pretty well, but one more person would be a bit much. Zhang Chi was not a scornful person, so when he saw this situation, he told his eldest uncle to go out alone and have a try.
Everyone knew this in their hearts, but they were too embarrassed to say anything else, so Zhang Chi took the initiative to bring it up, which made the couple feel a little bit guilty.
"How is the restaurant business?" Zhang Chi didn't want to mention the matter, so he changed the subject.
Zhang Youliang actually didn't want to mention it, so he said: "It's still the same. By the way, what are your plans? During this time, a friend of mine said that his construction company is short of manpower. How about you go there and try?"
If there is no gourd, Zhang Chi is really willing to give it a try, but now, how can he work in a construction company? This is not to say that construction companies are not good.
Working in construction here is different from that in China. In China, people like Zhang Chi who work in construction are called migrant workers, but here they are just workers. They are more tired and more tired, but they make a lot of money. Generally speaking, white-collar workers are really
Nothing compares to a skilled construction worker.
"Uncle, I want to do something else. I don't have a clue right now. I'll tell you after I sort it out here," Zhang Chi said.
Now Zhang Chi didn't know what to do for a while. His originally mediocre life suddenly changed because of the gourd.
Of course, there are many ways to make money with gourds. Not to mention other things, if you transport some white flour or something, the money will flow into your pocket like water.
But Zhang Chi also understood that if you come into contact with such people, you may never be able to get rid of them for the rest of your life, so even though he had the gourd, he decided to work in peace and be a down-to-earth person.
"Okay!" Zhang Youliang didn't ask much.
The town is very small, with a population of just over 20,000. It is more than 20,000 households, not over 20,000 households. Such a population is comparable to that of a slightly larger university in China, so the population in the city is really not large.
There is only one main street, from south to north, and you can drive around it in less than ten minutes.
The road is not wide either. It is a four-lane road. Most of the buildings on both sides of the road are not commercial buildings. They are occupied by families. Each family is a two-story wooden building. The larger ones have a swimming pool, while the smaller ones have lawns in the front and back yards.
, there are cars parked on both sides of the road.
At this time of year, the climate here is the most comfortable of the year. The daytime temperature is in the 20s, unlike in Zhang Chi’s hometown, where the temperature is in the 30s and sometimes even 40s.
Yeah, when the sun comes out it's so hot that people can't breathe.
In about ten minutes, the car arrived at the entrance of Uncle's restaurant from the airport.
The restaurant is not big, a single-story building of about 200 square meters, with a parking lot in front that can accommodate more than a dozen cars for diners.
As soon as the car stopped, my aunt went out.
"Dachizi is back?"
My aunt is a middle-aged woman in her fifties. She is quite tall, about 1.7 meters tall. She was quite beautiful when she was young, but now she is a bit fat and so fat that her neck is almost invisible.
My aunt is very kind-hearted, gets along well with everyone around her, and is also a warm-hearted person who will lend a hand to anyone who needs anything.
If she were a mean and sarcastic aunt, let alone saving a hundred thousand dollars for Zhang Chi, she might not even be able to give her enough to eat.
"Well, Auntie, my father and the others brought you something," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
After hearing this, the aunt replied: "Oh, I always trouble my uncle and aunt to think of us and come in quickly. By the way, Da Chizi, how about the blind date?"
Zhang Chi said with a smile: "This girl doesn't like me, so there's nothing I can do about it."
My mother-in-law sighed and said: "It's different now. In the past, your uncle deceived me by asking for my ID card. It turned out that he wanted to live a good life here, but he was still as tired as a dog when he thought about that..."
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My aunt is a bit nagging.
When Zhang Youliang heard his wife say this, he not only looked not embarrassed but also a little proud.
"We rely on our ability!"
The aunt glared at her husband, then pulled Zhang Chi into the restaurant.
It's not the time to serve customers yet, and there are no people in any of the restaurants.
After chatting with his uncle and his wife for a while and giving them some things he had brought from home, Zhang Chi drove his third-hand Hyundai parked in front of the restaurant back to his place of residence.
Zhang Chi lives not far from here, it only takes fifteen minutes by car, but fifteen minutes here is considered a suburb.
Naturally, the house is not his, but rented. The house type is similar to domestic apartments, but the rent of these houses is very low, and they are usually rented by the government to those who have no houses.
If this kind of apartment were located in a big city like Los Angeles, Zhang Chi wouldn't have the guts to rent it. The guy would be a rioter, and robbery and the like would be trivial matters. From time to time, one or two "firecrackers" could be heard.
But it's pretty good here. People who rent this kind of house usually have work to do. The people who live here mainly make a living by doing odd jobs at nearby farms and ranches, or working as waiters in restaurants like Zhang Chi.
I don't make much money, but I'm not a homeless person without a job.
After returning to the apartment and taking the key from the administrator, Zhang Chi went directly back to his room.
On the way, Zhang Chi bought some steaks and fried one when he returned home.
When it comes to what he wants most when leaving here, it can only be steak. Because this is an agricultural and animal husbandry state, everything related to cattle is cheap here. One piece is bigger than a human face and has two knuckles.
The price of a wide steak is almost half that of California.
After dinner, Zhang Chi fell asleep and recovered from the jet lag.
The next step is to eat and sleep, and when you open your eyes, you are thinking about how to make a fortune.
That day, Zhang Chi was watching TV and eating a big steak when he suddenly noticed that a wilderness survival program was being played on the TV.
Seeing this program, Zhang Chi's eyes lit up: Isn't this just giving money to myself! With a gourd in hand, does living in the wild for two or three months count?
Besides, after thinking about it for so many days, Zhang Chi could not think of a more reasonable and quick way to make money than this.
This is not a survival show. This is clearly saying to yourself: Come and get money!
Just as he was told, Zhang Chi immediately called the show, filled out some forms as they told him, and then quietly waited for news.