As the saying goes, the land of gentleness is a hero. Although Jian Heng is not a hero, he is also in love with Daba and blends in harmony. Although wheat is often pounded into some chaos, it not only does not destroy the relationship between the two, but instead brings the emotions closer.

Jian Heng, who has been wandering in the United States, felt like home for the first time, and his heart seemed to slowly calm down and could appreciate the beauty of life on the ranch.

I no longer think about getting rich or anything else irrelevant. I just want to guard this pasture with Damai and live quietly to the end of my life.

Unfortunately, things in this world are often unsatisfactory. In just a few days, Jian Heng had to switch to New York to give Xu Zhaobin a new batch of fruit and fruit juice, meet with He Ye and Jim, and then fly to Los Angeles to Shanghai. There, Mr. Yao will meet with Jian Heng, then go to Los Angeles and return to Montana.

Is it the main thing for Mr. Yao to come here? Los Angeles and Shanghai are not much different. The main reason is that the weather in Montana will not allow Jian Heng to drag it down. The weather forecast says that Montana will officially start Blizzard mode tomorrow. Within the next four or five days, it is estimated that there will be no place in the entire Montana airport suitable for takeoff and landing.

At New York Airport, as soon as Jian Heng left the terminal, he saw the person who came to pick him up. A black driver in his thirties was holding a sign in his hand, which read in Chinese: Jian Heng.

"I understand. I'm not a child. It's OK. It's snowing in Montana. You should pay attention to it in the next few days and don't catch a cold. By the way, you should not be too nice to them. When you have nothing to do, take them away. Don't come back a few days, and they are fat like pigs... Okay, I'm dead, the pick-up person is here."

Jian Heng walked to the black driver, put away the phone and stretched out his hand: "Hello, I am Jian Heng!"

"Hello Mr. Jian, I know you. I saw your photos when I came." The driver saw Jian Heng rushing over to him, so he stepped forward and took two steps, reached out to take Jian Heng's luggage, and signaled Jian Heng to walk in front.

"You have a good memory," Jian Heng praised the driver casually.

Generally speaking, foreigners think that they have a face when looking at Chinese or Asians, but it’s a bit like we look at foreigners. Many people can’t tell the difference. So when the driver said that he had seen his own photos and could still meet them, Jian Heng appropriately showed a little surprise.

The driver smiled and said, "Others may be able to recognize the wrong person, but I just rely on this to make a living. If I get the wrong person, it will be troublesome!"

“Where are we going?”

"Let's go home in the Upper East Side," said the driver.

"He bought a house here so soon?" Jian Heng asked casually.

The driver showed a very simple smile on the black face: "I don't know much about this matter, but the boss asked me to send you there, and I'll send you there."

"Okay, then go where to go." Jian Heng didn't ask too much. In order to keep the employer's secret, Jian Heng is not a troublesome person. Anyway, he will see a house at that time.

The two chatted together and arrived at the parking lot. Jian Heng got on a black Mercedes-Benz and ran all the way to the most prosperous area in New York. When he arrived at the place, Jian Heng understood where He Ye’s house was. The Upper East Side of New York, where the wealthy people from New York investing and finance gathered here.

"I'll go, it's great to have money!" Jian Heng got out of the car and came to He Ye's door. Jian Heng stood downstairs and looked up at He Ye's New York home.

This is the richest group of people in New York, between Fifth Avenue and Lexington Avenue, known as New York's Gold Coast.

The building in front of me is not high, only four floors, at most five floors, and there is no courtyard at the door. The doors and the like are so simple that they don’t look like a garage. Each building seems to have a world-class style. The exterior walls are all carved beams and painted buildings, which are extremely luxurious. There are sculptures such as large and small signs, lions and angels, and myths and stories on these houses.

Pushing a waist-length small iron railing, Jian Heng walked into the small courtyard of about twenty bungalows, stepped up about seven or eight steps, and arrived at the gate.

The door is made of black cast iron, with a golden lion logo on human face, which looks like the badges of people in the past, and of course these badges are not very important. Anyone who knows American history knows who are the people who come to the United States at the beginning? Thieves, prostitutes, or murderers, etc. When it comes to Americans, some Europeans still talk about this from time to time.

In short, the so-called aristocrats in the United States are actually just like that bird. Most of them are nouveau riche, which is no different from the Tu Laomao who wears gold rings in his hands. With money, you have to build a good house. I guess these houses are the products of that time.

Some people describe that when you come here, you can feel the flavor of old money and the old-fashioned style. Now, Jian Heng has suddenly realized this little bit of awareness when he doesn't look at the luxury car next to him, but only changes to the surrounding houses, and suddenly he feels like he has returned to more than a hundred years ago.

As soon as Jian Heng arrived at the door, a white woman dressed in a very decent manner and helped open the door. She knew that she was the butler when she looked.

Seeing Jian Heng, the person said with a smile: "Mr. Gene, please come in!"

The female butler speaks standard British English, and you can tell at a glance that this person has received extremely strict training. Such a butler can earn $300,000 a year.

Jian Heng was taken by others to sit in the living room for a while, and then went to the bedroom on the third floor, with a roof of about 200 square meters above the bedroom.

You should know that this is New York, Fifth Avenue here, with a rooftop with more than 200 bungalows, which is so luxurious. Although it is a bit regrettable to not see Central Park, this large rooftop is also unique in its view of the tall buildings standing around.

They called Xu Zhaobin and made an appointment with the place to hand over the newly prepared fruit and fruit juices to him. The two of them had a talk on the future training plan for about two hours before the conversation ended.

When Jian Heng came back, he had just walked to the door and seemed to hear someone calling him, but when he turned around and looked at him, he didn't notice anyone. Then he shook his head and turned around and entered the room.

As soon as we arrived at the living room, He Ye and Jim were already chatting in the living room and waiting for Jian Heng.

After the three of them greeted each other, He Ye asked Jian Heng to try his newly invited chef.

"I have hired a new chef here. I have good kung fu. My best attitude is to roast suckling pigs. I know you are here today, so I have asked him to prepare it for you."

As he said that, He Ye reached out to call an aunt maid next to him and said to her: "Notify the chef to serve the food."

"Okay, sir!" The maid immediately saluted He Ye when she heard this, then turned around and walked out of the living room.

"You are so arrogant, right?" Jian Heng saw that there were only three of him left in the house, so he smiled at He Ye.

"Borrow it, borrow it!" He Ye said with a smile.

Jian Heng knew that there was something wrong with this. Isn’t this a thing borrowed? Isn’t that nonsense?

"I don't care whether you lend it to me or not. I'm not from the domestic procuratorate," Jian Heng said with a slight voice.

He Ye replied, "I really borrowed this one. I bought this place and was a big boss in China. I took it to live there for a few years and then returned it. By the way, how are you and the two little girls in your ranch?"

He Ye didn't want to be confused with Jian Heng on this matter, so he changed the subject.

Sure enough, Jian Heng took the bait and said with a smile: "I am now a formal couple with Damai!"

"One?" He Ye said to Jian Heng.

Jian Heng glanced at him and asked back, "How many more do you want?"

Jim heard this and smiled at Jian Heng and said, "I don't believe it. You have never thought about two together!"

After saying that, he showed a kind of obscene smile that everyone is a man and understands.

Jian Hengyi said sternly: "You think I am the same as you two!"

He said this, and he had to think about it in his heart, but soon Jian Heng threw this vulgar little thought behind his mind. Polygamy in the United States is not one or two. Anyway, the United States is developed and developed, but there are all kinds of strange things. Almost all religions are legal, such as the wheel of ban in China, which can be spread here. Therefore, polygamy and polygamy are not earth-shaking things.

As the saying goes, there are all kinds of birds when the forest is big. Jian Heng himself has read the news and the two sisters are looking for a boyfriend together. However, he does not think that the education received by Daba and Xiaomai can tolerate it.

"If you want to say it, just talk about Jim. His private life is very messy, but my private life is quite regular," He Ye said.

The three of them were tying, and a chef walked into the house.

When He Ye saw him coming in, he stood up from the sofa: "Let's go, everyone's restaurant, Master Lin, please trouble you!"

Following He Ye to the restaurant, Jian Heng suddenly felt a very strange atmosphere. The restaurant in front of him was a completely Western style. There were silver candlesticks in the center, oil paintings were hung on both sides, and complex Western lines were on the wall. Even the large table for dining was a long table for more than a dozen people.

But now there are more than a dozen Chinese-style stir-fry dishes on the table near the door, and a sauce-colored roasted suckling pig is placed in the center. What’s even more strange is that there are two bottles of Yanghe M6 ​​next to the table.

"You are doing a combination of Chinese and Western styles," Jian Heng smiled and followed He Ye to do it.

He Ye sat down and saw that the chef was about to unscrew the bottle cap for him. He immediately thanked him and signaled him to leave. So soon only Jian Heng, Jim and He Ye were left in the restaurant.

The three of them poured and drank by themselves, and chatted while eating.

As he chatted, He Ye talked about the old man Yao and asked, "Master Yao returned to China from you and stayed with me for two days, but he didn't have a good face. What's going on?"

"This is also impossible. He inferred that it was the descendant of Laozi Sect, and then said that I was the descendant of the Laozi Sect. I asked me to save their people. How could I know how to save people? To be honest, I don't even know what that sect is. This old man was so happy, so he rushed over and returned in disappointment." Jian Heng said indifferently while eating the dishes.

He Shuo looked at Jian Heng and asked, "You really can't cure it? If you can cure it, they are really very energetic in China. Although they are not involved in politics, they have a certain influence on some people."

"I can't cure the disease at all!" Jian Heng said.

When it comes to this, even if Jian Heng knows how to cure, he has to consider it. He often has to be in the American circle and has less contact with domestic political forces. It is almost the same as a congratulatory ceremony, and it will be troublesome no matter how many of them are.

Just as Jian Heng was thinking about this matter in his mind, the phone in his hand rang. Jian Heng took it out and looked at it, and his face immediately became strange.

"What's wrong?" He Ye asked.

Jim stretched his head on the side and looked at Jian Heng's phone, and saw that it was marked: "You don't need to contact someone."

"Who?" Jim was immediately interested in the phone call marked with this name.

"Are you an old friend?" Jian Heng sighed and hung up the phone directly.

Just as I was about to say something to He Ye, I couldn't say it again: "What I wanted to say just now, and a phone call interrupted my thoughts!"
Chapter completed!