pasture leisure

Chapter 480 Brand
Brian drove over, and Zhang Chi opened the door and got into the car, cursing at the same time.

"They are probably passing by, and they should be stopped if they are bad. Oh, I forgot, the police here are not manned enough." Brian looked at his boss and smiled.

Zhang Chi sighed: "Forget it, let's go, anyway, the insurance company will pay a little in two days."

Saying anything now is nothing more than venting, but it doesn't really work.

In fact, as far as Zhang Chi is concerned, the police are not to blame. They really don't have enough manpower. If you think about it, there are only four or five police officers in a small town like Folsom and Amber. What can they do?

The situation here is that once the government has no money and wants to increase taxes, everyone opposes it. If you want to increase taxes, you can first lay off some unnecessary department personnel, or spend a lot of money and cannot produce direct economic effects. The department was laid off.

This idea sounds reasonable. If you think about which department is the most expensive, it is naturally the police department. Firefighters must not be laid off. If they are laid off, who will fight the fire? The police department is the most eye-catching and the most People hate it, everyone feels that they have not felt the service of the police, and they clap their hands when they hear that the police have been dismissed.

In the end, it was cut once and twice, and it ended up like this. For example, the law and order here in Folsom is pretty good. If you put it in the city, after several layoffs, there are very few police officers, and the behavior of buying for zero yuan Naturally, there will be more.

Now that Zhang Chi thinks about it, he is still planning to oppose the tax increase. Who knows if the tax increase will be opposed?

Things have already happened, so what can I do, I have to cool it down, and just buy another one honestly.Zhang Chi couldn't chase the car back by himself. Although he had a gourd in his hand, he didn't have the ability.

Following Brian back home, Zhang Chi was nagged by his mother.

"You, you are such a big man, you can even lose a car, I really don't know what you are doing for food."

Li Xiumei felt distressed, her son lost a car, so in Li Xiumei's eyes, could it be a trivial matter?Although the son is rich now, no matter how rich he is, he can't support such a defeat in the heart of the old man.

Seeing his mother's worried look, Zhang Chi comforted him and said, "Mom, the insurance company will pay, and how can I know about this?"

As soon as Li Xiumei heard that the insurance company would pay the compensation, she suddenly felt better: "Can we fully compensate?"

"What are you thinking? It's a second-hand car, and it's still fully compensated. The people in the insurance company drink the Northwest Wind." Zhang Juan immediately expressed her thoughts after listening.

After finishing speaking, he saw his mother gouging himself out, so he shrank his head and continued to watch the TV in front of him, pretending to be honest.

"It will not be fully compensated, but it will also be compensated a lot, so you can rest assured."

Zhang Chi has no choice but to talk to his mother, coaxing her is better than the old man talking about it all the time. Based on Zhang Chi's understanding of his mother, she probably needs to read about it for a month or two. It will make her feel better and read less.

There is no way, the old man has not made much money in his life, and suddenly finds that the family has lost a car. Although the money does not fall into her hands, she will feel sad instinctively. As his son, Zhang Chi has no choice but to do so.

"How much can I lose?"

"Seven or eight thousand will always be a loss, but it's nothing more than that," Zhang Chi continued to coax.

Li Xiumei patted her chest when she heard this: "It's finally a blessing in misfortune."

"I went upstairs"

Zhang Chi said something to his mother and went upstairs.

Melika is reading in the study now, so Zhang Chi didn't find anyone in the bedroom, so he came to the door of the study and knocked lightly.

"Come in!"

Hearing Melika's voice, Zhang Chi opened the door and walked in.

"Lost the car?" Melika couldn't help laughing when she saw Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi sighed, and then sat next to his wife: "Don't mention it, you said it was a coincidence, today is really a bad day."

Melika continued to laugh, and when the music was over, she asked Zhang Chi, "How is it?"

"What's the matter, wait for the insurance company to lose money, and then find a time in two days to buy another one," Zhang Chi said.

There is a car at home, but it is Melica’s Mercedes-Benz, which is inconvenient to use for hauling goods. If you can drive it, you can drive it, but if you don’t get a pickup here, Zhang Chi always feels that he has not integrated into the role of a rancher.

Of course, this is his own feeling. Lao Liu is still working hard, and he doesn’t feel that he is not integrated. It’s just that Zhang Chi is hypocritical. He thinks that only a pickup truck with high horsepower can be used to go to the ranch. The smell of the Lord.

That's not what Melika asked at all.

"I'm asking how the things you guys went to discuss are going on," Melika asked directly.

Zhang Chi said: "Oh, this matter is simple. At ten o'clock tomorrow morning, everyone will gather near the bar. At that time, we will drive to Folsom together. When we arrive at Folsom, we will meet at the gate of the government. That's all, I'll get a protest sign later."

Melika nodded.

At this time, Zhang Chi remembered something, and said to Melika: "I met Jonathan in the bar just now, and he told me a very strange thing, that is, the east pasture seems to be privatized, That's what I heard, but I asked others, but no one had heard of it."

The government here is like a sieve, and it is almost obvious what policy to come out, let alone a leaky wall, saying that they are a fence with holes everywhere is a bit high to look at them.

Most things have to be voted on, so there is no way to hide any secrets, so Zhang Chi is a little unclear about Jonathan's words.

"What did he tell you? Tell me about the situation at that time," Melika said.

Zhang Chi thought for a while, then acted out the situation at that time and Jonathan's appearance when he spoke with Melika.

Melika immediately understood that what this family said was not for her husband, but for herself.

As for why you told Melika that Lao Mei’s family can run such a large outdoor goods store here, you said they have nothing to do with politicians?As for what Jonathan wants to do, Melika doesn't care, what she cares about is her own benefit.

But Melika is not going to talk about this with her husband, and she also understands that her husband is not interested in this kind of thing.

Zhang Chi is really not interested. He is a child from an ordinary family first, and he is far less sensitive to these things than Melika, so he almost forgot about it after he finished speaking.

The couple chatted for a while, Zhang Chi reached out and stroked his daughter, so Zhang Chi went to the tool room.

In the tool room, Zhang Chi found that his brother-in-law was still busy with his makeup box.

"Is the material ready?" Zhang Chi asked casually, and when he asked, his hands began to flip through the nearby materials.

"Not yet, I'm going to use ordinary pine wood as a material first, and then use this good material to make it." Sun Yanping didn't look up at his brother-in-law.

For him, this job is not work, but play. When a person is doing something he likes very much, he always devotes his energy very much, and at the same time, his attention will not be wandering.

Sun Yanping is in this state now.

Zhang Chi just asked casually, he doesn't care what his brother-in-law does or does, and now he just wants to find some pine boards and make a sign for him, so that when he goes to protest together tomorrow, he will look very good with his hands. Carefully.

The boards were easy to find, and soon Zhang Chi found two or three boards and a square bar.

Seeing Zhang Chi's movements, Sun Yanping stopped what he was doing: "I am useful for this board, so don't waste it with it, and find other leftovers to play with."

Zhang Chi said: "What a mess I am, I want to make something, something serious".

Sun Yanping felt that his brother-in-law wouldn't have any serious business. His serious business was a hammer here and a mallet here.

"What can you do?" Sun Yanping was a little curious.

"I'm going to protest tomorrow morning, so I have to make a protest sign and put it on the car or hold it in my hand. Forget it, just find a piece of cloth in the car and write it on it. You can use a board in your hand." Zhang Chi said.

Sun Yanping said: "Protest? What kind of protest is there when there is nothing to do?"

Zhang Chi talked to his brother-in-law.

"What, the things here are still yours, and now you are not happy to let you share a part, are you still human!"

Sun Yanping felt that these American bastards really didn't know what was going on in their heads.

Zhang Chi shrugged his shoulders and put on a helpless look: "I spent money on it, if it wasn't mine, who else could it be?"

Sun Yanping felt that he and his brother-in-law couldn't understand, so he lowered his head and continued to fiddle with his work.

On Zhang Chi's side, he began to saw the wooden boards. He originally wanted to make a small sign and hold it up for meaning, but after waiting to put it out, he felt that the sign seemed a bit small, and he lost a bit of momentum when he held it up.

So Zhang Chi made the sign a little bigger, until it was the size of a tabletop, Zhang Chi felt a little bit of that.

Nailing the signboard is very simple, and any laborious tricks are useless. It is just square strips and nails. Two square strips on the left and one right nail the board into one side, and then nail the pole in the middle. The perfect protest sign is done.

Holding the sign in his hand, Zhang Chi thought the portion was okay.

If you are satisfied with everything, you have to write a slogan on the sign. In order to show your own characteristics, Zhang Chi is going to use two languages, that is, Chinese and English, to write the protest language. It seems that this is more international.

First, I found a blue paint and wrote on the board a protest against tax increases and the theft of our property.Next, use English and write the same words in red paint. Of course, the English must be written in a larger size, because Americans here can’t understand Chinese, and the protest is for Americans, not for Chinese people. Writing Chinese is so big that it takes a lot of wool.

After writing the sign, Zhang Chi looked at it and felt that there was something wrong with it, so he drew some borders around it. With Zhang Chi's painting skills, it is estimated that he would not tell others what he was painting.

But Zhang Chi himself was quite satisfied. After the painting was finished, he looked left and right, and he was very satisfied.

(End of this chapter)