Lisko's American life

Li Sike looked at the group of horses. There was a white one. He stood by and measured it. The back of the horse just reached his chest.

He took two carrots from the side and fed them to the white horse. He took the harness that he had prepared and put on the horse.

Of course, things like being kicked by horses that everyone expects will not happen. Horses bought for grazing are docile horses that have been domesticated.

Although Lisko had never ridden a horse in his previous life, after the memory was fused, this body could ride without much effort. As the son of a farmer, he would be ridiculed if he could not do this.

When he got up on his horse, Lisko began to shake the rope with his belly, and the white horse began to move slowly. After walking a distance slowly, he felt his physical memory recovered and he increased the strength of the rope shaking. Then ran up.

"Da da da,"

The horseshoe stepped on the path of the ranch, and Lisko looked at the suddenly lowered vision with surprise.

The white horse was getting faster and faster, Lisko pulled the reins, his upper body heaving with the horse's back.

After running a few laps, he began to relax and the horse slowed down.

"Huh~"

Lisko got off his horse and stroked his hair with his hand, his forehead was sweating with excitement.

The rooster took the reins from his hand, "It's been a long time, right? What day shall we race?"

"Oh, I will be afraid of you, did you forget that you used to play with me, lost your pants, and went home naked from town?"

Lisko laughed at the rooster contemptuously. Although the rooster took care of everything well in the ranch, he never dared to run fast because he fell off his horse when he was a child.

Lisko had a fight with the cock for a while, and then went back to the villa. After washing up his sweat from exercise, he cleaned up his things.

Today he is going out to attend a fundraising party held in the state. This was invited by Citibank. He didn't think he needed to go. He was impatient to deal with those politicians. His agent advised him to live here in the future. , Go get to know everyone, have a familiar face, and contact them when you need contacts.

Lisko drove his only sports car from the garage, this one was given to him by Random House to celebrate his second book sales over a million copies.

This sports car is the son of Pagani. The body is black and red. The price of this car is one million dollars. This FC12s7.3 has 650 horsepower.

Li Sike wore a blue suit, which he customized to attend various banquets.

A kick of the accelerator, "Weng buzzing~"

The sports car's engine started to work, and it shot out at once.

It takes two hours to run from the ranch to Denver, and Lisko is not bored with music.

After entering Denver, Lisko drove into Chinatown first, parked the car on the side of the street, and got out of the car.

There are Chinese-style buildings all around, and Chinese signboards are everywhere. The yellow people walking around here bustling, really feel like returning to the country.

He stopped and stopped, listening to the local accent of the same place, and stopped at the grain and oil store.

Pushing the door open, an uncle in his fifties was sitting at the door watching TV.

"What's the point?"

The uncle did not look up either.

"I want to buy some spices."

"Yeah, American."

The uncle was a little surprised. His little grain and oil shop comes from natives, or a neighboring fellow who lives near Chinatown. He suddenly saw a foreigner come to buy things. He was a little surprised, and he spoke fluent Chinese. words.

"I have studied in China."

Li Ske saw what the uncle meant, "My grandfather is Chinese."

"That's your own, you see what to buy."

Lisko looked through the shelves, looking for a lot of seasonings, mustard, seaweed, and hot pot bottoms.

The uncle helped to pack it up with two extra large plastic bags.

"Uncle, my name is Li Sike, and I will buy it after eating."

"Well, when will you come?"

The uncle has a special affection for Li Sike. For many years outside, I have seen many people who have a Chinese face and can’t speak Chinese. I have never seen a foreigner whose face is full of Mandarin. Not to mention that Li Sike’s grandfather is a Chinese. It feels like a fellow villager.

Lisko bid farewell to the uncle, put the luggage in the co-pilot, and rushed to the booked hotel.

When he arrived at the hotel, Lisko ate a simple meal by the way. He often accompanied his tutor to participate in these activities when he was in school. It seemed that these activities were not formal without involving a few literati and writers. In New York, almost every banquet was attended by writers.He is well aware of the process of these banquets. If you don't eat something to set up, you will definitely be hungry at the banquet.

After cleaning up, the night darkened. Lisko finished taking care of himself and drove to the lobby of the Hilton Hotel, where all kinds of luxury cars were already parked.

Lisko handed over the invitation, signed his signature on the background wall, and did not stop much, and quickly entered the banquet.

As soon as Lisko entered the hall, he was stopped by someone.

"Li Sike," a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses called him with a wine glass.

"Brother," Lisko nodded. The man was Harley. He was a student of Lisko's mentor. He had published several books, and he often hovered in the top ten best-selling books in the United States.However, Lisko's mentor was full of opinions on him, thinking that Halley was full of talent, and he always wrote some superficial romance novels.

Halle patted Lisko on the shoulder, turned around and took a glass of wine from the receptionist and handed it over."I heard you plan to settle here?"

"Yes, I grew up in Garrison, now I want to come back here to write quietly." Lisko clinked glasses to him and replied.

Halley's face was full of envy, "Maybe you can get the Nobel Prize before you are thirty."

Although he gets a lot of royalties for writing romance novels, as long as he is a writer, who doesn't want to touch the Nobel trophy, the highest honor in the literary world?

Li Ske smiled implicitly, he still has the inherent self-humility of some Chinese.

"Have you seen the teacher recently?"

"How dare I go? The last time I walked in, I scolded me for half an hour." Halle felt helpless.

Sco is not good at expressing his opinion, although Halle disappointed the teacher and couldn't stop others from earning a lot. Royalties, comics licensing, film and television adaptation, they earn too much.And this kind of thing is self-knowledge, but fame and fortune take the lead, he chose profit.

The two brothers went round and round, Harley still took care of Li Sike, after all, this was the proud little disciple of his own instructor.

Li Sike followed. The two met the real powers in Colorado, and his pocket was full of contact information. Li Sike was still very popular. Not to mention his own mentor's reputation, no one would refuse to be a young person. Nominee of the Nobel Prize in Literature.As for losing to a German writer?The old man had already reached the time of Antinian, and Li Sike was destined to enter the literary hall of fame in the eyes of outsiders.

Lisko, like the chief of police, the chief of water and electricity, and the state councillor, talked carefully, after all, these people may use it at any time.

After the lively banquet, he also stuffed a check for 200,000 U.S. dollars into the donation box along with the seniors. It is not good to donate too much, and there is no face if it is less. 200,000 is the default baseline.

I heard that this banquet is in the name of African famine. Lisko feels that the black brothers are too happy. So many people around the world care about whether they can eat or not. As for whether the money can be in their hands, can it be solved? In their famine, the benevolent sees benevolence, and the wise sees wisdom, you can never help a person who wants to lie down.

Lisko had a banquet and declined the senior brother’s offer to go to a bar for a drink. When he first crossed, he was very excited to go there a few times, and there was not much interest in the back. Moreover, the bars in the United States were chaotic. It’s all. It’s a common thing to get together to suck leaves. It’s even more exaggerated. Once, Lisko saw men and women playing hi at the bar. For those who had received a strict nine-year compulsory education in the 21st century. For the good boy, these things are too deviant.

It was getting late, and he went back to the hotel to wash up. He planned to rush back to Garrison early in the morning. The room was a very ordinary standard room. Although Lisko said that now he is rich in capital and can enjoy luxurious services, he still can’t change it. When I come back, I can only slowly learn to adapt to this world of capital and money in the future.