Goldfinger is a bit strange

After nearly 20 hours of flight, the plane finally landed at Los Angeles International Airport.

After the initial excitement, the international students were left with a long boredom. Now that they finally arrived at their destination, they were all excited again.

After getting off the plane, picking up their luggage, and completing the relevant formalities, their feet finally stepped on this long-awaited land.

"Everyone, adjust the time first. It is now 8:20 a.m. local time."

Secretary Wei was quite conscientious. He had successfully completed his mission by bringing these international students to the consulate.

Then everyone lined up for the airport bus, while curiously looking at the cars coming and going.

"There are so many cars here. It is worthy of being a country sitting on wheels." Lao Xiao couldn't help but admire.

Secretary Wei smiled and said, "Everyone can take a driver's license test in their spare time, and then buy a car by themselves. It is also convenient to use. The second-hand cars here are very cheap."

When the international students heard this, their faces became more excited: Who doesn't want to own a car of their own?

You know, it's difficult to buy a car in China.

"Wow, look at that car, it's almost caught up with a train car!" A foreign student pointed at a stretched Lincoln and shouted excitedly.

In China, you can't see this kind of car at present.

As everyone was talking, a voice with strong disdain floated over: "A bunch of poor guys, you haven't seen it before, it looks fresh, do you want to take a ride?"

The speaker was the tough guy Wang Fujun, who was holding the arm of the foreign old lady, holding his head proudly, and walking towards this side.

The stretched Lincoln stopped in front of them. Wang Fujun opened the door attentively, then turned back and glanced at the foreign students:

"It's a pity that you don't have the right to sit, you can only look at me sitting, are you jealous, are you envious? Hahaha!"

The wanton laughter, like a handful of awls, pierced the hearts of these foreign students, and their faces were full of unwillingness and anger.

Wang Fujun looked very happy: "Listen, you poor guys, this is a paradise for the rich, poor guys are not welcome."

The international students clenched their fists involuntarily, but someone ran up and nodded to Wang Fujun attentively:

"Brother Wang, my name is Wang Mengfei, please take care of me in the future."

That person was Wang Mengfei. While he was talking, he also flatteredly helped Wan Fujun hold the car door so that Wang Fujun could help the foreign old lady get on the car.

Wang Fujun was obviously very pleased, and he patted Wang Mengfei on the shoulder: "You are good, at least you have some sense."

After that, he took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a ten-dollar bill, and threw it to Wang Mengfei: "This is your tip."

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, anyway, the bill floated and fell to Wang Mengfei's feet.

Wang Mengfei bent down and picked it up without hesitation, his face full of joy: "Thank you, Brother Wang."

Everyone looked at each other in surprise. This was no longer a question of contempt or not. Everyone was completely confused.

Wang Mengfei disagreed: "From the moment we set foot on this land, we should understand that this is a capitalist society, money is supreme, and the original domestic system will not work."

This guy has a strong ability to adapt, but he plunged into an extreme.

The international students were given such a vivid lesson as soon as they landed, and they were all a little dazed.

Old Xiao muttered: "Damn it, why hasn't the bus here come yet."

I guess he really didn't want to witness this kind of life again.

"Goodbye, poor ghosts, when you work in a restaurant and serve dishes in the future, maybe I will be your most distinguished guest, hahaha."

Wang Fujun was completely happy this time: what qualifications do a bunch of poor ghosts have to despise a rich gentleman?

"Mary, let's go home." Wang Fujun happily helped the foreign old lady into the car.

This is his wife, or more precisely, his old lady. He is now looking forward to her passing away soon.

"Oh, Ms. Mary, it's really you. I heard that you went to the East for a trip. Did you have a good time?"

A greeting suddenly came, and the foreign old lady put one foot on the car back to the ground, turned her head and looked at the middle-aged man who greeted her, and immediately showed a wrinkled smile on her face:

"Jackson, long time no see, I heard that your record company is very prosperous now, if you release nostalgic golden songs, don't forget to invite me."

The middle-aged man was well-dressed and had the style of a successful person. He stepped forward and hugged the foreign old lady:

"Of course, of course, my father is your loyal fan, and he still listens to your records every day."

The two talked happily, After chatting for a few words, Mrs. Mai Rui waved to Wang Fujun:

"Jackson, let me introduce you, this is my partner I brought back from the East, Wang."

The middle-aged man was also obviously stunned for a moment, then shook hands with Wang Fujun, shook a few times, and didn't know what to say, and finally shoved out a sentence:

"I sincerely wish you all the best."

Wang Fujun was obviously thick-skinned enough: "Thank you, Mr. Jackson, are you here to pick me up too?"

"Wang, we are here to welcome Mr. Mountain, a well-known Chinese musician."

Jackson nodded, looked around for a while, and saw a few people getting out of another business car, then waved over there.

There were several Chinese people in the group, so when they saw the group of international students, they couldn't help but take a second look. As a result, a loud voice rang out immediately:

"Boss, here, here!"

Liu Qingshan saw the tape queen with a big afro, so he could only walk out, and then was warmly hugged by Sister Zhang.

Liu Qingshan shrugged helplessly: "I seem to feel the warm desert."

Warm Desert, this was a very popular song back then, and it seemed to be a cover.

"Boss, you are finally here." Lao Cui also came up to shake hands with Liu Qingshan. Meeting in a foreign land, naturally felt particularly close.

Liu Qingshan waved to Huang Yueming again: "Cousin, is everything going well?"

Huang Yueming also nodded to him with a smile, and then introduced: "Mr. Jackson, this is our boss, Mr. Mountain."

The middle-aged man's light blue eyes immediately sparkled:

"Oh, Mr. Mountain, I didn't expect you to show such outstanding musical talent at such a young age. Now I finally believe that there are geniuses in this world."

This guy is very good at talking, and he gave a compliment right away.

Liu Qingshan didn't take it seriously, and shook hands with the other party: "Sir, you are too kind."

Jackson certainly had reason to compliment Liu Qingshan. Their record company wanted to win the agency rights for several songs of Mr. Mountain in North America.

So he smiled again and said, "Mr. Mountain, I didn't recognize you in the crowd just now. You are too low-key."

"This is a free country. Everyone can show their talents and values. Although I respect the modesty and restraint of Oriental people, it is better to act more high-profile in this land."

"Thank you Mr. Jackson for your advice."

Liu Qingshan has actually been mentally prepared in this regard. Here and in China, there are two completely different styles, so he is also thinking about whether to make some adjustments.

They are greeting each other here, and the foreign students are stunned.

On the way, Liu Qingshan is not very prominent, and he is very ordinary. I didn't expect that he has already gained a high reputation here. Didn't you see that those foreigners are all respectful?

Although they are not so proficient in English, they also understand the name Mountain. When they think about the popular song "Cup of Life" last year, they finally understand.

"This little brother hides well enough." Xiao Zihou muttered, and his eyes looking at Liu Qingshan were also full of envy.

The negative impact caused by Wang Fujun just now also completely disappeared.

Lao Xiao even deliberately moved closer to Wang Fujun: "Look, this is to make a living by your own real ability, not by eating free rice!"

Wang Fujun was obviously angry, and the sense of superiority just now was defeated in an instant.

The most hateful thing is that the guy named Mang Ting didn't even make a direct move, and didn't directly confront him, but Wang Fujun felt that he had lost.

But of course he couldn't admit defeat. Wang Fujun snorted coldly: "He is just a street singer. What is there to be proud of? Does he have money, luxury cars and villas?"

"If you have the ability, you will have everything!" Lao Xiao also responded tit for tat. He was not deliberately targeting Wang Fujun, but people like them.

At this time, a convoy slowly drove over, with a total of more than a dozen cars, all of which looked high-end and atmospheric, and the shiny paint in the sun was a bit dazzling.

A blond man got out of a red Ferrari sports car. He was handsome, the kind who could make young women scream at a banquet.

His slightly melancholy eyes swept over and then fixed on Liu Qingshan's face. He raised his hand and waved: "Liu, my dearest partner, are you finally willing to come?"

Looking at Xiao Li's high-profile appearance, Liu Qingshan seemed to have a deeper understanding of what Mr. Jackson said just now:

This is a country that worships money and successful people, so there is no need to be deliberately low-key.

Liu Qingshan went up and hugged Xiao Li: "Li, I don't think I called to tell you about the itinerary?"

Xiao Li glanced at Huang Yueming: "Of course I got the news from the beautiful Miss Huang. Liu, you are not a good brother!"

This kid even showed off a sentence in Chinese.

Liu Qingshan looked at Xiao Li warily, then at his cousin, and then hit Xiao Li's shoulder: "You playboy, don't flirt with my cousin." wAp.

Although he didn't know what a playboy was, Xiao Li still understood what Liu Qingshan meant, and immediately started to complain:

"Oh, Liu, I'm serious this time, and you have no right to stop me from pursuing love."

Liu Qingshan didn't buy it: "Don't come on, you always say you're serious."

Xiao Li shrugged helplessly and quickly changed the subject: "Liu, you're new here and don't have a car to get around. Look at these cars, can you pick one at random?"

"Are you so generous?" Liu Qingshan asked back.

"Of course it's deducted from the manuscript fee." Xiao Li really wasn't that generous.

Liu Qingshan was too lazy to argue with him: "It just so happens that your car is enough, so my classmates don't have to wait for the bus, just take us to the consulate first."

"OK." Xiao Li agreed readily, and then cordially invited Huang Yueming to ride in his Ferrari.

As expected, Huang Yueming smiled and refused.

Liu Qingshan explained to Secretary Wei, and Secretary Wei invited the students to get on the bus.

First, put all the gifts into the trunk, and the international students got in the car. There were more than a dozen people in total, just enough for two people to sit in one car.

Before getting in the car, Lao Xiao waved to Wang Fujun: "Sir, we have someone to pick us up at the airport now."

Wang Fujun felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and glared at Liu Qingshan fiercely, then helped his old lady get in the car.

Of course, he knew that the guy named Mang Ting was the real boss, and the feud was settled.

When the convoy drove into the city, everyone's eyes were immediately full of eyes. Skyscrapers came in front of them, and the bustling streets and rolling traffic intertwined together to form a modern metropolis.

The international students had to admit: this place is indeed much better than in China.

Sitting in Xiao Li's Ferrari, Liu Qingshan was also listening to Xiao Li bragging: "Liu, you will soon like this city, this is the real paradise."

Liu Qingshan didn't think so, and retorted: "That's your paradise."

"Haha, tonight, I will prepare a party specifically for you, and I will invite Hollywood actresses at that time. Liu, you will soon be able to experience the happiness of heaven."

Xiao Li was still chattering, and suddenly heard Liu Qingshan yelled: "Brake!"

He subconsciously stepped on the brakes, and then found that the convoy in front had stopped, and almost had a close contact with the Rolls-Royce in front.

"Oh, damn, what happened!" Xiao Li slapped the steering wheel angrily. If he really hit this newly bought Ferrari, he would definitely feel very distressed.

There was a traffic jam, and after waiting in the car for a long time, it seemed that the traffic in front was not cleared. Looking around, the surroundings had completely turned into a sea of ​​cars.

Liu Qingshan patted Xiao Li on the shoulder and comforted him: "It seems that not everything in heaven is wonderful."

Shit, Xiao Li cursed.

Finally, a strong man ran over in front. He should be Xiao Li's bodyguard or something like that. He reported the situation in front:

"There are people marching and demonstrating. It is estimated that the traffic will be blocked for several hours."

Xiao Li was immediately excited when he heard it: "Go down and take a look. Maybe I can join in the fun. It's better to find a piece of cardboard and write "Traffic control. Did those damn vampires put taxpayers' money into the girls' bras?"

Liu Qingshan also heard that parades have become a part of American people's lives, just like eating and drinking.

Waiting was boring, Liu Qingshan followed the excited Xiao Li and strolled forward together.

It is estimated that everyone has the same idea, so many people went down to join in the fun. Huang Yueming and Mr. Jackson also followed Liu Qingshan closely.

And Sister Zhang and Lao Cui chatted with Liu Qingshan while walking, telling about the results of the exchange visits during this period.

Only the foreign students were sitting in the car and waiting obediently. The only exception was Xiao Zihou, who was brave and followed to watch the fun.

Ten minutes later, a group of people appeared on the road ahead. They were all fully armed policemen and were running towards the place where the demonstration was taking place.

The police car couldn't get in at all, so they had to run.

Xiao Li stood on the guardrail and looked into the crowd for a while. He couldn't help but feel disappointed: "It seems that we can't join the parade. The people sitting in the middle of the road are all Indians."

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky was gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone had splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and blended with each other, spreading crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It was like the roar of a god, echoing in the world.

Please download the Aiyue Novels app to read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, falls to the mortal world.

The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim bloody rain.

The city is full of broken walls and ruins, and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The bustling streets in the past are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with pieces of meat, dust, and paper is left, which cannot be distinguished from each other and is shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage is deeply stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of gloomy weirdness.

The cloudy eyes seemed to have some resentment, and he looked at the mottled stones in front of him alone.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a 13 or 14-year-old boy, with ragged clothes and full of dirt, and a damaged leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his tattered coat from all directions, attacked his whole body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog, and occasionally observing the surroundings alertly.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, it would instantly take off at the slightest movement.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely sank its head into the belly of the wild dog.

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