Zhang Chi drove the car and found the place according to the address given by Xiao Wu.
Before he even got out of the car, Brother Xiao Wu was standing at the door and greeted Zhang Chi.
"Come in, bring the car in!"
Zhang Chi looked around, his little heart was a little cold, but he still followed Brother Wu's words and drove the car into the small courtyard.
After stopping the car and getting out of the car, Zhang Chi asked: "Is this your company?"
This whole area is an old community. The houses all have a sense of age, and some of the houses are a bit shabby. Some doors and windows are broken, but two boards have been nailed to the broken places.
If it weren't for the signs of XX Film and Television Company or XX Media Company hanging in front of several houses here, Zhang Chi would never have thought that this area was actually a gathering place for independent film companies.
If he had known about it, Zhang Chi would have gone to the hotel to stay. Living in a place like this, Zhang Chi was afraid that if he fell asleep, someone would suddenly jump out and point a gun at his head, asking him if he had fifty dollars.
Also, my car is rented. If it is stolen here, who will I go to? What’s more, zero-dollar shopping activities are quite rampant in California, which is a bit scary.
"How about it, okay?"
Zhang Wu was still a little proud, which made Zhang Chi feel embarrassed to say anything.
"Come in, come in!"
Zhang Wu pulled Zhang Chi into the house.
As soon as Zhang Chi entered the house, he felt a heat wave coming over him. It was even hotter inside than outside.
"There's no air conditioning either?"
Zhang Chi, who has been active in the twenties, is a little unaccustomed to the popularity of Brother Xiaowu's company. Brother Xiaoma has it all at home.
"We don't have that stuff. Let's drink something cold to quench our thirst. It won't be hot at night, so we can go to sleep."
At this moment, Brother Xiao Wu had already taken a bottle of cold beer from the refrigerator and handed it to Zhang Chi. He also took a bottle and sat on the sofa.
Zhang Chi also sat on the sofa and took a sip of cold beer first, then the coolness in his body became slightly stronger.
Continuing to look around, I discovered that the original living room has now been transformed into the company's lobby. In addition to a few sofas, there is also a long conference table and a small billiard table in the corner.
Apart from these, there is no furniture, and there are some movie posters on the surrounding walls.
What makes Zhang Chi find it most incredible is that one of the characters on the company's signboard is crooked and looks like it will fall down.
Zhang Wu followed his cousin's gaze and noticed the missing character, so he went over to straighten the character and then sat back on the sofa.
It's too casual. It's run by this company, so Zhang Chi doesn't know how to evaluate it.
"Why are you here today?" Zhang Wu asked.
Zhang Chi said: "I came here to buy a straw baler. There is no plane back now, so I came to stay at your place for one night."
"Have you eaten yet?"
"no!"
Zhang Wu stretched out his hand and pointed: "That's the kitchen over there. There are things in the refrigerator. You can deal with it. My brother will take you to eat delicious food next time."
Hearing this, Zhang Chi looked around and said, "Forget it, let me take you to eat delicious food. Take a look at your company. It looks like a scrap recycling station."
Zhang Wu didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "In the beginning, small independent film companies were all like this. If they developed well, they would move out. If they did not develop well, they would close down."
After listening to Brother Xiao Wu talking for a while, Zhang Chi went into the kitchen and prepared to get himself something to eat. Zhang Chi hadn't touched a grain of rice since he flew here in the morning.
Opening the refrigerator, Zhang Chi found that there was nothing else in his cousin's refrigerator except steaks. The steaks were not the good kind, but steaks cut from fattened cows.
This kind of steak is so obvious. There are white fat lines between the beef, which are commonly known as marbling. The M number of the steak is based on this thing. The higher the number, the more fat it has.
This thing is that there is no fat at all. In the past, people liked these lines because they focused on the taste, the fat was fragrant and there was a lot of juice when fried.
But now that everyone is pursuing health more and more, grass-fed beef has been revived.
Grass-fed beef does not have such obvious fat lines. All cattle with such lines are fattened, including Wagyu, which is always sought after by domestic merchants. Without fattening, it is impossible for cattle to develop such fat lines.
Therefore, it makes sense for some people to say that these types of cattle are hypertensive cattle and hyperlipidemic cattle.
Fattened cattle are cheap, and cut beef is naturally cheap, so this kind of beef is usually the kind that is often discounted in supermarkets.
As for the yellow label beef that some unscrupulous businessmen in the country are talking about now, don't eat that stuff. Beef fat has not had this color for six or seven years.
There is one standard for fat, that is, the whiter, the better. Yellow represents the age of the cow, and beef cattle cannot be raised to this age, so the yellow-labeled beef comes from old cows. These cows no longer produce milk, so naturally they cannot breed.
When their calves were young, these cows were slaughtered and sold to the poor at low prices.
In the American market, Zhang Chi has never seen domestic yellow label beef, at least he doesn't sell this kind of beef in his area.
However, there are some unscrupulous merchants in China who advertise that this kind of beef is good, but in fact it is mostly old cow meat from South America. The European Union cannot enter this kind of meat, and the United States does not need it. They secretly transport it into the country and fool some people who don't know.
It can be seen that some domestic businesses have no moral bottom line at all and do not deceive people enough.
"No grass-fed steak?" Zhang Chipo was stunned for a few times and turned to Zhang Wu and asked.
"Still grass-fed? You can eat whatever you have. Do you think this is Folsom?" Zhang Wu didn't even look at his cousin.
After hearing this, Zhang Chi took a bag and found scissors to cut the bag open. He also found some vegetables from the refrigerator, washed them and stir-fried them until they were raw.
While frying the steak, I asked my cousin: "Where should I sleep tonight?"
Zhang Wu was currently flipping through a notebook. He didn't even raise his head when he heard this, and patted the sofa under his butt, meaning to let his cousin sleep here.
Zhang Chi didn't think too much, fried the steak and took care of it in the small kitchen.
After washing the dishes, Zhang Chi returned to the living room and found that his cousin was actually reading a book. Curiously, he went over and glanced at it and found that it read: Weird night.
"script?"
Zhang Chi asked.
Zhang Wudao: "Well, a college student sent me a notebook today. He wants to make this story into a movie. I heard what he said was pretty good, and I was wondering if I should invest some money in it."
This is the first time since childhood that Zhang Chi has seen my cousin read so seriously.
However, he is not a three-year-old child. He likes to pour eggs while his cousin is reading. He sits aside while his cousin is reading. After a while, he grabs a beer and drinks while sitting.
Quite boring!
After a busy day, Zhang Chi dozed off while sitting. Zhang Wu saw this and gave up the sofa. He sat on the single sofa opposite and continued to read his book.
Zhang Chi lay flat on the sofa and fell asleep within five minutes.
I had no choice but to run around all day, and I didn’t feel sleepy when I was moving. Now that I was full and had nothing to do, the sleep bugs started to show off their power.
Seeing that his cousin was asleep, Zhang Wu turned the fan on his cousin, while he turned off the light a little and continued to read the book in his hand.
Zhang Chi slept until midnight and vaguely felt something was going on. When he opened his eyes, he heard someone moving in the yard.
After listening carefully, I found that there was indeed someone in the yard.
So Zhang Dong stood up with bare feet and walked directly to the window room without turning on the light.
There was no air conditioning in the house, so the window must be open when sleeping at night. As soon as Zhang Chi stood near the window, he found three or two figures sneaking around in his cousin's yard.
Anyone with some experience in American life knows what these guys are doing.
Their target was the car in the yard. It was not the car rented by Zhang Chi, but the car driven by his cousin. Zhang Wu's car was borrowed from his brother Zhang Wen. The car was naturally very good. It was estimated that this car was broken.
Community, that is, this car is considered a good and good car.
Seeing someone stealing a car, Zhang Chi took the gun out of the gourd.
There is no way around it. If you stay in the West for a long time, you will always pick up the temper of some Westerners.
"Hi! Beach!"
Zhang Chi yelled into the yard and hugged the fire. He was not pointing at anyone, but wanted to scare them away.
Zhang Chi didn't dare to just go into the yard and yell at people. It would be strange if these guys didn't have guns on them.
When encountering this kind of thing, Zhang Chi did it subconsciously, without thinking about anything else. If you go into the house and steal things, you have to swallow your anger. That's not a turtle. If you tolerate this kind of thing, they will do it again next time.
Come on, say hello like this, and they won't come next time, because they know you can shoot, and thieves won't risk their lives for a little money.
boom!
The sound of gunfire instantly broke the silence.
The guys didn't expect that someone suddenly opened fire, and they immediately rolled and crawled out of the yard.
Zhang Chi's shot directly woke up Zhang Wu who was sleeping in the room. As soon as Zhang Wu opened his eyes, he subconsciously grabbed the pistol from the bedside table and stood in front of the window sill.
Seeing the panicked figures in the yard, he didn't know what was going on.
They yelled at a few people and started firing.
Not only Zhang Wu woke up, but the neighbors also woke up. Some of them rushed to the street with guns in hand. The few car thieves were probably scared out of their wits at this moment, so they got into their cars and ran away.
One of the people who rushed onto the street rushed directly towards the running car and started a fire.
While hugging her, she was cursing something that people all over the world could understand.
At this moment, Zhang Chi had already put the gun back.
"Are you OK?"
Zhang Wu left the room and asked his cousin with concern.
"I'm fine. You said your place is like Afghanistan." Zhang Chi smiled.
Zhang Wu did not answer Zhang Chi, but walked out of the door and came to the yard.
"Hey, what's going on?"
A group of neighbors actually greeted each other.
Everyone felt that this matter was not a big deal, so they chatted for a few words and then turned around and went back to their houses.
Zhang Chi looked outside and found that there were actually two young girls in the crowd. They were wearing cool clothes. The few strips of cloth on their bodies looked like they were not wearing any clothes. They were still holding a bunch of guys in their hands.
When Zhang Wu returned to the house, Zhang Chi said with a smile: "These people are quite wild."
Zhang Wudao: "It's okay if you don't have to be wild. The public security here is not good. Not far away is the black area, and a little further east is the Latino community. If you don't be wild and united, you won't be able to live here."
Besides, half of these people are making ethical films. If they don’t act wildly, they will be bullied to death. How can they do this business?”
After saying that, Zhang Wu walked into the house with a gun.
When he arrived at the door, Zhang Wu asked: "Who fired the first shot?"
Zhang Chi said: "How do I know? By the way, should I call the police?"
"It's useless to call the police. The police are useless. Go to sleep." Zhang Wu said to his cousin and entered the house.
Zhang Chi thought for a while, forget it, let's go to sleep.