Great Power

In the crackling flashing light, Zheng Jianguo watched the bellman and the taxi driver stuff two suitcases into the trunk. He also got into the back seat of the car and reported an address: "No. 18, 72nd Street, Upper East Side, Manhattan — —"

"Ok, which star are you? I don't even know you?"

The driver was a white-toothed brother in a sweater. His white eyes, large iris and small iris, swept through the rearview mirror to ask, but he drove the car out without stopping.

Looking straight at the group of reporters in the rearview mirror when they returned to the exit of the airport, Brother White Fang continued to speak, "I think you are a little familiar, but I think you are all about the same length—"

"Ok--"

Silently glanced at the driver in front of him, Zheng Jianguo twitched the corner of his mouth and snorted as a response.

Then he looked out of the car window with a solemn thought on his face. He didn't expect that the white tooth in front seemed to have opened the chatterbox: "Are you going home? The house you bought in the Upper East Side? The house price there is the highest. Yes, of course considering Fifth Avenue and Central Park and private schools.

If I were as rich as you, I would choose there too!But is there no one to pick you up?Don’t all the people who live there have their own luxury cars?"

"Bruce should send someone to pick me up?"

As if reminded by the nagging voice of Brother Bai Ya, a thought suddenly flashed in Zheng Jianguo's mind. His first-class ticket was booked by others, so he must know when he will get off the plane.

If you think about it in a human way, you will definitely drive the car yourself or ask someone to pick it up after you book the first class of the plane.

With the relationship between the two, this situation will be inevitable. Of course, if you are really busy, you will also be told how to travel, or how long it will take to take a taxi.

"How long does it take to get to 72nd Street on the Upper East Side from here?"

With many thoughts flashing in his mind, Zheng Jianguo asked, only to see that the white tooth smiled brilliantly: "Normal time is about half an hour, but where are we? This is New York, and where you go. Still the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

Even if an old driver like me, who was born and raised, went to a sports car, he had never been there within an hour. Look at the traffic jam ahead—"

"Dudududu—"

The chattering brother Bai Ya said and pressed the front horn. Zheng Jianguo couldn't help but feel a bit of toothache and looked out the window. After seeing another taxi parked next to him, he honked the horn: "Toot toot-- "

Then he turned his gaze back and looked at the watch on his wrist. Zheng Jianguo was on the plane at about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and then he flew for more than half an hour and was delayed for a few minutes at the exit. It was almost half past four.

So if you can’t get there in an hour, let’s say you get off at 6 o’clock. According to Zheng Jianguo’s understanding of time life this year, he knows the start time of this kind of dinner, but it all starts at 5:30 pm of.

"The first time I meet, I will step on the meal?"

Feeling the powerlessness of the traffic jam again, Zheng Jianguo glanced at the white tooth who was still honking the horn like the driver next to him, and saw that he suddenly released the horn and leaned forward, apparently looking at something through the windshield. Soon Just listen to him and say: "It's nice to have rich people. You can take a helicopter and go on the way directly after you get off the plane. Then you don't have to block the ground like us—"

"Buy another helicopter? Then consider starting an airline—"

Looking sideways at the helicopter that was about to disappear in the sky, when the idea in Zheng Jianguo's mind had not disappeared, he felt that the car suddenly started and then rushed out, and when he almost hit the back of the front seat, Brother Bai Fang's The voice came: "Sorry, the traffic lights are going to change again, we have to hurry!"

"——"

When the car quickly passed the green-lighted intersection, Zheng Jianguo saw the two police officers at the roadside station flash past, and then the car started to drive quickly and slowly. At this time, he was already glad that he would not get sick, otherwise he would follow this toss Fa, I'm afraid that I will vomit it if I reach the destination.

But even if he didn’t get motion sickness, when Zheng Jianguo arrived at the destination one and a half hours later, he got out of the car with a big white face, just when he stepped on a solid and flat ground and breathed fresh air. There was already a familiar voice: "Zheng, why did you come by taxi? Didn't Cagney pick you up?"

"Hi, Bruce—"

After watching Bruce's radiant face slightly changed, he already brought a waiter in uniform to him.

Zheng Jianguo couldn't help but shrugged, watching the driver hand over the luggage to the waiter, he took out the wallet from his pocket and said: "I was surrounded by reporters when I was exiting. Maybe the person you sent didn't see it. Me, please find the change—"

"okay--"

When the white tooth brother who took the money wondered if there was a tip to get, he heard Zheng Jianguo speak about the change request, and found that these people were so stingy and asked for 4 dollars and 20 cents. I saw Zheng Jianguo directly hand over the money he received to the waiter next to him: "Thank you for helping me move it up."

"Hi, Zheng—"

Bruce's complexion changed again before he wanted to say that when I gave the money, he saw that the waiter had already taken the money with a bright face. He had to turn around and looked at his wife in the lobby, and said, "This It’s my wife, Katrine Bruce—"

"Hi, Zheng, it's an honor to be here. Welcome to Manhattan. You can treat this as your second home—"

Catelyn Bruce, who was stepping on high heels, was a full 1.8 meters tall. Zheng Jianguo couldn't help but glance at Bruce, who was a little shorter than her, and felt that this person's taste is also one of the few Americans. I shook it and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Bruce, I am also honored that you can invite me to the housewarming feast——"

"Zheng is not an outsider, let's go up there, there are some guests in the house—"

Bruce patted Catlin on the shoulder and said that Zheng Jianguo followed these two obviously carefully packed couples into the hall on the 18th.

I saw that the brightly lit lobby was exquisitely decorated. Both men and women were dressed in suits, leather shoes and long dresses, and even those with children. I couldn't help feeling that the residents in this property were really high-end and high-end— —

"Ding--"

With a sound of the elevator door opening, Zheng Jianguo saw three pairs of men and women in the same suits, long skirts and dresses appear, and he put down his steps to lift up and waited for the other person to leave.

But I don’t want to be in the elevator. The six pairs of eyes of three men and women swept across Zheng Jianguo and Bruce. Among them, the blond woman wearing a deep V dress looked at Zheng Jianguo again. After her slender eyebrows were raised high, she had blue eyes. The color of surprise flashed: "Are you—Doctor Zheng Jianguo?"

"Well, hello, this is Zheng Jianguo—"

The first time he came into contact with a deep V dress at such a close distance, Zheng Jianguo almost didn't control his eyes floating down. After a lot of energy, he stopped his eyes on the opponent's clavicle fossa and looked at it with a smile. The flaming red lips on the opponent's face: "Are you?"

"Sorry, it was a bit presumptuous to do this. I'm Abigail from the Gastroenterology Department of Mount Sinai Medical Center. This is my fiance Klein. I'm glad to see you—"

The crimson lips were opened and closed, and some dazzling white teeth imprinted into the eyes, and Abigail smiled cheerfully as he spoke.

At the same time, when his slender hands were expressing body language, he introduced Zheng Jianguo to Zheng Jianguo. He also nodded to Klein, who was looking at him next to her. This was a greeting.

Compared with Massachusetts General Hospital, Mayo Clinic and Johns Hopkins Hospital, the name of Mount Sinai Medical Center is not well known by the Chinese in later generations.

It's just that for Zheng Jianguo, who has graduated from Harvard Medical School, he knows that this hospital is a top medical center that is not inferior to the first three.

And the person who can declare to the public which hospital he is, at least the popularity is similar to him, think about the emergency room prefix of Massachusetts General Hospital printed on his business card, you know that this is also the attending doctor: "I I am also very happy to meet two of them—"

"I wonder if you are applying for a residency after graduation-or which hospital did you go to?"

Abigail, who was expectant on his fair cheeks, asked, Zheng Jianguo also smiled and said: "I am currently receiving training in the MD and PhD joint program in the emergency room of Massachusetts General Hospital, and I am also in the Digestive Center. As a guide in the laboratory—"

"I thought you gave up the research on Helicobacter pylori. I don't know if you can give me a business card. I want to ask you about some research matters, but the place and time when we meet now—"

The slender hands were intertwined with exaggerated body movements from time to time. Abigail blushed shyly after speaking out his thoughts. Zheng Jianguo did not expect that she would be so direct, so he took it out of his pocket. Wallet, took out a business card and handed it over with both hands: "It's a bit exaggerated if you ask for advice, let's learn from each other——"

If it is a normal interpersonal exchange of business cards, Zheng Jianguo would definitely not hold them out with both hands, but at this moment he insisted on holding the gaze of four or five people next to him, and it was a lady who actively asked for a business card from him, so he took his posture. Lower it a bit.

"Thank you! You are too humble—"

Abigail took the business card with both hands and looked at it, but soon his blushing face showed surprise: "Are you still an associate professor at MIT?"

"Part-time, there is a physics laboratory over there—"

Zheng Jianguo smiled and did not continue. Instead, Abigail nodded as if remembering something: "Well, I heard that you also got a PhD in physics when you graduated, so I won't delay you. Later I'll call you again at some time, goodbye! Doctor Zheng!"

"Goodbye! Doctor Abigail!"

Said with a smile on his face, Zheng Jianguo nodded again with Klein who hadn't said a word next to him, and then watched the two people leave, and the elevator that had stopped before had also gone up.

Fortunately, the elevator next to it has been down to the second floor. Waiting for the elevator to go down to the first floor, Bruce said, "Jianguo, do you still have a part-time job at MIT?"

"Isn't the emergency room very busy? The hospitals here are overcrowded—"

With Bruce's voice, Catelyn Bruce followed, and Zheng Jianguo smiled and said: "The emergency room of Massachusetts General Hospital is also quite busy, but the agreement I signed is not an ordinary inpatient agreement.

In the MD and PhD joint training program, there are normal working and working hours, as well as research time outside the regular shift, and extra time for weekend breaks.

And Professor Thomas of MIT wanted to use this time to invite me to join his laboratory, and became a part-time associate professor of others, but this way, I have half a day left for the weekend—"

"You didn't, give yourself time to relax and entertain?"

At this time, as the elevator opened and the people walked out, Catelyn Bruce asked after the three people and the waiter entered the elevator car, but Zheng Jianguo shrugged and said with a smile: "I want to take advantage of it now. Young and more energetic, I just want to learn a little more. As for the time for entertainment and relaxation, there will be a lot in the future—"

Turning to look at Bruce, Catlin saw that he raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. The son who was about the same age flashed in front of him, and she felt that the gap between people was really incomparable.

I originally wanted his son Cagney to get close to the plane that he asked him to pick up, but he didn't think that it would be fine if he didn't receive Zheng Jianguo. He hasn't even returned home with the car.

"This is worthy of recognition. Unfortunately, most young people can't realize the responsibility of youth—"

Bruce nodded approvingly and said that the elevator stopped on the 15th floor. It was only when the elevator door opened that Zheng Jianguo was affirmed and looked outside the exquisitely decorated elevator box. He couldn't believe his eyes. :"This--"

"This is the Upper East Side of Manhattan at $1,000 per foot—"

Catlin walked out of the elevator with a smile. Zheng Jianguo and Bruce took the bellman to room 1503. They carried each person and a suitcase to the living room where there were already five or six young men and women. Bruce looked at the old carpet. The peeled melon seeds said, "Martha, I said, the garbage should be put in the trash can—"

"Anyway, it's all to be cleaned. We will clean up after we have finished eating and throwing away. I promise you that I will clean it up--"

The girl named Martha looked at the TV with disapproval and finished speaking, Bruce had to stare at Zheng Jianguo, and said: "At this time, I am very envious of the parents of the Republic-I will take you. Go to the guest room."

"Ha ha."

Looking at the boys and girls not much younger than himself, Zheng Jianguo automatically ignored Bruce's previous words, but he followed the latter to the guest room and put down the suitcase, and when he simply packed it up, he was knocked on the door.

Opening some old wooden doors, Zheng Jianguo saw a big boy with a face somewhat similar to Bruce standing at the door. At this moment, he was full of helplessness and said: "Zheng, I didn't expect you to be surrounded by reporters. When I heard you from the reporters, you were already in a taxi and came over—"

"It's okay, these are accidents, I also arrived safely—"

Knowing that this guy didn’t handle the tasks that Bruce had given him well, I was afraid that it was a moment of secretly annoyed. Zheng Jianguo didn’t even turn his mouth in his heart. I saw Bruce coming from a distance and said, “Jianguo, this is my son. Cagney, except that he doesn't like learning very much, other things are pretty good—"