Chapter 3: neighbor

　　 Temecula City, No. 1250, Block 12, Wine Valley.
　　 "It seems I should hire a housekeeping service!"
　　 Zhen Fan lay on the sofa in the living room and didn't want to move. I have done so many things before the jet lag has reversed, and it is indeed a bit tired. Sign the document with the lawyer, formally accept the inheritance, deduct the estate tax, there is about 400,000 US dollars.
　　 The lawyer is a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed eyes. His cyan suit makes him look very stable. He carries a leather handbag in his hand and is dressed up as a successful person.
　　 "Remember that in the future, you must call me if you have something to do with the law. Leave it to me and I will take care of it for you."
　　 "No problem, uh, just forgot, your name..." Zhen Fan is indeed a little confused, which may be the cause of the jet lag.
　　 "Charles Carter!"
　　 "Wilson..."
　　 "It's Charles...Charles Carter! Mr. Zhen!"
　　 "Charles, a nice name!"
　　 "Remember!" Charles exited the house and walked on the cement road in the lawn. After walking a few steps, he made a call to Zhen Fan.
　　 "Wilson, is this a nice name?"
　　 When Zhen Fan whispered and got up, the name was confused again, he put away a large number of signed documents, and then found a safe and locked it.
　　 When cleaning the room, he sorted out the cheap third uncle's things and put them in the basement. Villa-style residences, in this area, the price is not low, there are garden lawns before and after.
　　 Unfortunately there is no swimming pool!
　　 Zhen Fan looked at the garden and lawn behind him through the window. Not only was he satisfied, but also a little regretful.
　　 It seems that I am very insatisfied. I am not a good comrade. I was eroded by the decadent capitalist ideas so quickly!
　　 Zhen Fan criticized himself a lot, only then did he remember that there was nothing in the kitchen and his stomach was a little hungry. Looking outside, it was getting late.
　　 It's time to go out to buy some food, this time. Changed clothes and went out. The third uncle does not have a car, which is a very strange thing in the United States, although the third uncle still seems to be a small person.
　　 Zhen Fan went out and was dumbfounded. He had no idea where the vegetable market was, if there was a vegetable market in the United States. Of course, I don’t know where the supermarket is. When Lao Mo, the old Dese, sent him here, he talked about how he made his fortune in the United States, and he didn’t tell the supermarkets, public toilets, and restaurants about the necessary places. He came here as soon as he slipped.
　　 "I can't drive even if I have a car, I don't have a driver's license!"
　　 Zhen Fan was spinning along the way, and soon realized that he was lost, and then encouraged himself with comfort.
　　 "I will get lost even if I have a car, because I'm not familiar with it!"
　　 But at any rate I found a supermarket. It’s not big. Naturally, I know the English in it. Look at beef. Nima is $4.33 per pound, which is almost 400 grams per pound. How much is it converted into RMB? Around 26 yuan, much cheaper than in China!
　　 In line with the idea of ​​being cheap and not being a bastard, Zhen Fan sold ten blocks, estimated at fifteen or six pounds. Then there are vegetables, and then various seasonings. Fortunately, some basic domestic seasonings are still available.
　　 "Sir, are you sure you want to use cash?"
　　 The little girl at the cash register has freckles on her face and looks at Zhen Fan very seriously.
　　 "Yes, cash!"
　　 "53 cents for you."
　　 The freckled girl nodded and looked at Zhen Fan strangely. Few people pay with cash! Of course, most of the cash users are Asians, which is nothing at all!
　　 After going out, Zhen Fan decided not to be a road idiot, so he hired a taxi.
　　 "Hey, buddy, where are you going?"
　　 The driving is a black young man, the kind who looks very active, and the enthusiastic one is like the red belt on his head.
　　 "12 blocks 1250" Zhen Fan looked at the his head strangely, "Do you like judo?"
Zhen Fan really hasn’t seen what it is like to learn judo. When he was at home, he used to learn all kinds of messy methods from his master. The city is also one mindful of reading the broken books that Master confessed, feeling the so-called way of heaven and man.
　　 Zhen Fan has always thought that this is all nonsense, but there is no way. In order to fulfill the old man's last wish, he has to do something. So all the clubs in the school were selectively filtered by him, so that he did not have a girlfriend after college.
　　 But it seems that when Japanese people practice judo on TV, they wear a belt on their heads.
　　 "Yes, yes, judo, taekwondo, kung fu! I like them all, as long as I can knock down Jim's bastards, you are Korean? Japanese? Or Chinese?"
"Chinese people!"
　　 "Then you must know how to fight, meet Eddie Rick, everyone calls me ‘the ant who dares to work hard’."
　　 "There is a car!"
　　 Zhen Fan called out loudly.
　　 Eddie Rick turned a steering wheel, and the car on the opposite side whizzed past.
　　 "You little country guy, go to death!"
　　 Eddie Rick poked his head out, put a hand out the window, and raised his high at the truck.
"Where did you just say? By the way, do you know Chinese Kung Fu? Bruce Lee's kind." Eddie Rick said, letting go of the steering wheel with both hands, making a Bruce Lee's signature gesture, and making a strange cry in his mouth .
　　 "Grab the steering wheel!"
　　 "Yes, yes, you haven't answered my question yet, buddy!" Eddie Rick finally grabbed the steering wheel, turned his head, and looked at Zhen Fan expectantly.
　　 "No, I don't know Kung Fu, not everyone in China knows Bruce Lee's style!"
　　 Zhen Fan is telling the truth. What he learned is completely different from Bruce Lee’s Jeet Kune Do martial art, although the two have a lot of origin.
　　 "Oh, that's really..."
　　 Eddie Rick shrugged his shoulders and expressed regret. But this kid is like a rapper, chatting endlessly along the way.
　　 "Here, man, nine dollars and fifteen cents! Just give nine dollars!"
　　 Zhen Fan took out nine dollars from his wallet and handed it over.
　　 "Thank you!"
　　Getting out of the car, Zhen Fan waved at the black guy.
　　 "Hoo", the car has sprang far away. Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled. He was about to turn around, when suddenly he heard a "call" and the car came back.
"Hey, buddy, I don't know your name yet. I often run these streets, so I call my phone when I want to go out." He took out a note and patted it on Zhen Fan's hand. See you next time!" The car sprinted away again, and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground was harsh.
　　 or black buddies straightforward!
　　 Zhen Fan entered the door holding a large and small bag, and started to cook something for herself. After so long, she was very hungry. Even if it was late, Zhen Fan was unwilling to wrong her stomach, and patiently cooked a beef and potato meal, but for half an hour, the aroma was overflowing.
　　 "The beef is not filled with water, not bad!"
　　 "Potatoes are native to America, not bad!"
　　 In fact, you have to buy beef without water injection in China, which is similar to the chance of winning the lottery. After eating, the bowls didn't clean up, and they all fell into the sink, picking their teeth, sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV.
　　 American Chinese TV station, I watched nothing good.
　　 WABC-TV is the one who reported the wrong lottery number and paid a large sum of money. A middle-aged handsome man talked about the recent shootout in New York City, USA. From time to time, live footage came over.
　　 There is only one local TV station in Temecula, and several girls twist their hips and dance hula.
Zhen Fan pressed a few more vigorously, and then his eyes widened. Nima, here is the CATV12 channel, a foreign host who broadcasts great news about China's rivers and mountains with a serious face, and the whole country supports it. . Then several high-rise buildings in Shanghai, Beijing, and Guangzhou appeared to show that China has caught up with the American emperor.
　　 Zhen Fan couldn't help but sing a few words about socialism. He held it back, sat in the toilet for a long time, and drained the potato and beef residue that he had just eaten. Then he hummed comfortably.
　　 Then there is nothing to do.
　　 The first night in the United States was really boring. It was so boring that Zhen Fan stared at the ceiling and counted the stars-meditation!
　　 The next morning, Zhen Fan was cooking noodles in the kitchen in her pajamas.
　　 "Boom boom boom!" Someone knocked on the door.
　　 "Which one?"
Zhen Fan opened the door directly and saw a white-skinned man in his thirties with a burly body and chestnut hair about the same height as himself, a very young white-skinned woman, and a five-six-year-old The blond little girl, holding her father in one hand and a Barbie doll in the other, stared up at him with round eyes.
　　 Seeing Zhen Fan opened the door, the man looked very happy, opening his mouth and smiling.
"It's very presumptuous, we are your neighbors, right there!" The man said, pointing his finger at the white painted lofted house on the right. "Thomas Moore, this is my wife Annie. Of course there is this baby Claire. I wonder if we have this honor..."
　　 "Please come in!"
　　 Zhen Fan quickly let the family in.
　　 Annie held up the cake in her hand and handed it to Zhen Fan.
　　 "I made this by myself, I hope you like it!"
　　 "Great! I like cakes the most!" Zhen Fan pretended to be very surprised, "Or we can all taste it together, I can't wait!"
　　 When I said this, I didn't believe it. The performance was a bit past, and Annie was a little embarrassed. She slowly stepped aside and sat down next to her husband.
　　 Zhen Fan hurried to the kitchen to fetch a table knife. She stretched out a little embarrassedly and shook Thomas with Thomas.
"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself-Van Zhen." This was introduced according to American habits. He cut a piece of cake and put it on a plate and gave it to Thomas, then cut two more plates and gave it to Annie and Little guy Claire.
　　 "We will visit every new neighbor. In fact, we really like the poor old man who lived here before. He likes Claire very much."
　　 Zhen Fan knew that Thomas was talking about the dead cheap third uncle.
"That's my uncle, now I came here to inherit everything from him, thank you for what you did for him!" Zhen Fan nodded, a little like this warm neighbor~EbookFREE.me~Claire... "
　　 A few people didn't have much topic, Zhen Fan turned his attention to the cute little girl. The little girl looked at Zhen Fan, leaned to the side, snuggled her mother tightly, and held Annie's hand.
　　 "She is a little bit shy, she usually laughs a while with your uncle!"
　　 Annie touched Claire's hair affectionately, her eyes a little helpless, more of a faint worried look.
"Oh?"
　　 Zhen Fan looked at Claire carefully. The little girl had beautiful emerald eyes.
"Okay, excuse me, I hope we can come and go often in the future, but you are careful with the house on your left. The host has a weird temper. Sometimes I hear him beating his wife! Poor woman, why is she Don't call the police?" Thomas warned Zhen Fan kindly when he was leaving the house.
　　 "Leave them alone, the wicked will be rewarded one day!"
　　 Annie, please take Claire and smile and say goodbye to Zhen Fan.
　　 After walking a few steps, Claire turned her head, without any expression.
　　 "Claire, Claire..."
　　 Zhen Fan shook his head and closed the door. Claire turned his head back to ~EbookFREE.me~ Welcome to read the latest, fastest and hottest serial works at ~EbookFREE.me~. \\u003c/a\\u003e