Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant

  Chapter 41 A Hasty Trip to New York (Part 1)

An Feng's idea is quite good. Setting up a research center saves him from making all his own inventions in the future, which is too attractive to the public. Although he often calls himself a "genius", the genius who is exposed to the camera every day can be regarded as a genius. Not the life he wanted.

   But there is one more problem—money. Maybe they spent a little too much recently, and after deducting the 4 million that they raised in Tailan last time, there are still about 2 million in the bank account, which is really unaffordable. If you want to set up a research institute, I'm afraid you have to find a way to get money. The current diamond market is not good, and perhaps a loan is more suitable.

Thinking about this, after arriving home, An Feng carefully removed the protective culture medium from the car. There were more than 60 sets in total. He completed 50% of them by himself, and the rest were completed by those doctors, professors, etc. Yes, the price is owed favors. He didn't want to, but his patience was limited.

  The culture medium loaded with next-generation grape tissue was transferred to An Feng's laboratory. He specially set up a cultivation room, irradiated by fluorescent lamps, and rapidly promoted the growth of new grapes in an environment of 30 degrees Celsius and a standard amount of nutrients. The information in his mind told him that it should be adjusted every 4-5 days.

   After finishing these, he fell asleep beautifully.

After waking up, I called Jenny, whom I hadn’t contacted for a long time, and chatted aimlessly about the love words that men and women often say in love. Basically, there is no topic, but it is energy consumption. No? It's unimaginable to be someone other than my girlfriend.

  Although Jenny is very busy recently, An Feng decided to fly to New York. He didn't have much time himself, maybe he wanted to make up for the disappointment she had when she came to Los Angeles last time, anyway, he was already on the plane. Looking at the full schedule in his mobile phone, he felt that this kind of love that separated the two places was too tiring. The vast majority of long-distance relationships are: phone calls once a day, once a week, once a month, and finally announced the end.

Arrived in the bustling metropolis of New York in the afternoon, An Feng has been to New York twice before and after, but he only took a quick glance. He felt that he could see high-rise buildings, crowded streets, dense crowds, and fast-paced life everywhere. Not suitable for his lazy personality.

   While it was still early, I stopped a taxi with a classic yellow livery and drove to the car rental company.

  Even in a city like New York with a well-developed public transportation system, it is inconvenient to not have a car. Let An Feng squeeze the subway and take a taxi? One is that the subway is crowded, and the other is that taxis can't do whatever they want, so he doesn't do it. What is the money in your pocket for? He went and rented a luxury SUV: a Range Rover.

  Land Rover claims to be the Rolls-Royce of SUVs. It has some grounds. It pursues both comfort and off-road capability. Although there are many minor problems, but ignoring these, An Feng is very satisfied with the driving performance. Driving a big car has one of the most obvious advantages: a wide field of vision. When drunk, he will be full of pride, and occasionally feel that he is invincible.

  For example, when waiting to pass in a crowded traffic flow, what those car drivers see are dense vehicles and crowds, while Anfeng can overlook tall buildings in the distance and various shops along the street. Fifty steps to laugh at a hundred steps? A little bit...but I have an advantage, so I don't agree with you and drive the F650 (it claims to be driving on the second floor).

  What is there to do in New York? Fifth Avenue shopping. Apart from this, An Feng can't think of anything else. His favorite city is Sunshine Beach, which has beautiful scenery and makes people feel comfortable. Los Angeles fits a few of those boxes, so he likes it. As a dream-seeking metropolis, New York is probably more stressful and mechanical. Commuting in this high-rise steel city all day should feel depressing, right?

  Of course, those higher-ups, or the real BOSS are not included. It is said that these financial giants claim to be several million per minute, but they live far away, what should I do? —Helicopter. Every impressive high-rise building has an apron, which naturally serves the tycoons.

  An Feng followed the navigator to find Fifth Avenue. This is probably one of the few urban areas in the United States where a large number of people live, and the housing prices are not low. The houses around Central Park in New York are basically calculated at tens of millions of dollars, and a small amount of more than 100 million, echoing the Beverly Hills of Los Angeles.

  Driving through Central Park, I despise these local tyrants in my heart, but after all, why do I despise? Because he is envious. He cursed himself secretly, and after driving a few hundred meters in the one-way lane, he encountered a traffic jam. I am used to driving on this road in the suburbs, and I am not used to letting go of the accelerator.

Turn on the car radio, there are songs as soon as it is turned on, and it is still in the rap style. Listening to the swearing and swearing, An Feng's head flicked, and he moved forward a little bit with the traffic. It is a park with lush trees.

  The phone rang, An Feng turned down the music, looked left and right to see if there were no policemen, and answered: "Hi, honey!"

   "Hi, are you in New York?" Jenny said.

   "Just arrived, I'm looking for a hotel around Central Park." An Feng looked around, feeling that the streets of New York are similar, he should be right?

   "Well, if you find it, send me a message." Jenny said, "Also, I may go back later tonight, and the crew has temporarily assigned extra tasks, sorry."

   "It's okay, I'll wait for you." An Feng said.

   "Okay, bye then, see you tonight." Jenny's silver-like laughter came from the phone.

  An Feng put away the phone and muttered: "Why do you have to work so hard to be an actor?" The car continued to drive forward, and after a few kilometers the Central Park finally disappeared, but it also meant that he went the wrong way. The road names in this area are very painful, they are all marked with numbers, and it takes a little effort to memorize them by rote.

  Turn around ahead and continue walking towards the park. Look at both sides of the street. You can see scaffolding on the sidewalk all year round. These shops are always your home this year and my home next year. And the streets are not as clean and tidy as the legends say, and some pieces of paper and packaging can be seen on the side of the road from time to time. The trash can is often full, and several black plastic bags are thrown beside it, and a beggar is rummaging through the trash can.

  An Feng saw this scene, and Ah Q sent the spirit to the Americans: "At least the manhole cover on the road is still there."

After turning around, he found a hotel next to Central Park, parked his car and took his luggage down, the parking staff would find a parking space for him around the crowded street, and booked a presidential suite on a high floor, with a dedicated elevator to go upstairs . As long as he should keep a low profile - the premise is not to make himself uncomfortable.

  Long-distance flight and self-driving lost travel are very tiring, lie down on a comfortable bed, close your eyes, the good sound insulation blocks the noise of the bustling world outside the window, and fell asleep unknowingly. When he woke up from his sleep, the lights outside the window were already bright, and night shrouded the city that never sleeps.

  Looking at the time, it was past eight o'clock, and Jenny hadn't come back yet. I had to go downstairs to eat something first. I wanted to go for a walk in the park, but I thought of the warnings of the predecessors. There are two contrasts between day and night in the United States. You can see what you want to see during the day, but after nightfall, usually will come the other way.

  Weighed up my abilities, one hit three is no problem, but the situation is different in China, where there are guns. For example, someone satirized Chicago's strict gun ban, saying that no matter how it is banned, it can only get rid of the hands of the P people, while the gangs can always get the guns. The strict ban on guns has resulted in the top three shootings in the United States in Chicago.

  Standing on the sidewalk in front of the hotel for a few minutes, there was still a steady flow of vehicles, but there were not many people on the sidewalk, and some of them were in a hurry or had malicious intentions. An Feng made a fortune for himself, it is not advisable to go out tonight, so he turned and went upstairs, turned on the TV to watch paid 18. Forbidden programs... Well, it is actually HBO's 'Game of Thrones'. See how you judge it, dark, gory, and unscrupulous.

  The phone rang at ten o'clock, I answered the phone, and went to open the door.

   "Hi!" Jenny outside the door smiled slightly, walked in, and hugged him warmly.

  An Feng let go of her, looked at her face, and said, "You look very tired."

  Jenny nodded, and then pouted: "Who made me so stupid, always being called CUT by the director, good jokes have to be repeated again and again."

   "It's terrible." An Feng said pitifully, "Are you full? Do you want to order something for you?"

   "I ate some, but I won't refuse your kindness." Jenny smiled and kissed him.

"take a break."

  An Feng motioned her to sit on the sofa, and called the hotel's meal delivery number by himself. When he finished the call and looked back, Jenny was already tired and fell asleep.

  (end of this chapter)