The leisurely life of the rich start

"Okay, there's nothing to worry about, you can go home quickly, mom misses you."

"Okay, Mom, I'll be back the day after tomorrow, and I miss you too."

"Well, go home and have a good rest for a few days. Also, Mom has to apologize to you again, because you didn't come to the graduation ceremony."

"It's okay, Mom, I know you're busy..." Cheng Mingming was talking, when he suddenly heard a loud voice on the phone, he hurriedly asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's your brother who came back. Okay, you should go to bed early, I'll hang up first."

"Okay, in vain..."

Before the voice finished, the person on the other end of the phone had already hung up.

Cheng Mingming sighed and lay on his back on the bed.

Chapter 52 Seaside

On the second day after the auction ended, Lin Hai and Liu Qianyi devoted themselves to work.

In order to prevent the two idlers Zhang Da and Fan Jiang from "moldy" in the hotel, Lin Hai arranged for them a Chinese driver to take them out for fun.

The offline knockout round of TI8 will not start until August 8th, and Zhang Da and Fan Jiang will stay in Citigroup for more than half a month.

The air tickets for the two to fly to Vancouver and the tickets for TI8 have already been bought, and a tour guide will meet them at the Vancouver airport.

Near noon, the driver, Master Wu, took the two of them to the vicinity of Venice Beach.

"This is a very famous scenic spot in Los Angeles, and there are a lot of people," Master Wu parked the car and introduced to the two, "There is a small market like an open-air plaza by the beach, with street performances and snacks. We went to join in the fun."

"Gogogo!"

Fan Jiang has a big straw hat on his head, sunglasses on his face, a floral T-shirt on his upper body, shorts and flip-flops on his lower body, which looks like he is on vacation.

Zhang Da is also in the configuration of shorts and flip-flops today. He is wearing a newly bought gray Arc'teryx crew-neck shirt, and also has a sunshade hat on his head.

At the end of July, Los Angeles was not as hot and dry as Jinling. A sea breeze with a slightly salty smell blew in, and Zhang Da stretched comfortably.

The three of them walked to the small square, where several black brothers were performing on the street.

Behind them, there are all kinds of small shops and low walls full of graffiti.

Needless to say, the graffiti level of Citigroupers is definitely world-class.

A boy in short-sleeved Boston Celtics put on a green steel watermelon hat, did a handstand, and then turned his head in circles on the concrete floor.

The crowd of onlookers burst into bursts of cheers and boos in an instant.

Needless to say, the boos must have come from fans of the Zijin Army.

Someone in the crowd immediately booed: "BeatLA, BeatLA!"

"Haha," Fan Jiang laughed out loud, "The Lakers haven't made the playoffs for several years, right? There's still such a big hatred?"

Zhang Da said: "Didn't James go this year? Maybe it will be revived."

"Maybe." Fan Jiang shrugged and pointed at the rolling black brother, "How many times has this guy turned around?"

Zhang Da shook his head: "I don't know, I'm dizzy from watching."

After more than ten laps, the black brother finally stopped.

He put his hands on the ground, jumped up from the ground, and then ran and waved to the surrounding audience without feeling dizzy at all.

Fan Jiang was stunned: "Damn it, it's too fierce!"

Zhang Da applauded along with the crowd: "NB!"

After a while, the black brothers performed hip-hop again.

Without any protective gear, they made various somersaults on the concrete floor, and one even made a 360-degree super spin in the air, which caused bursts of cheers.

After that, several people played the traditional handicraft of the third brother again, lifting one person into the air like stacking arhats.

The little brother who was lifted into the air did another 360-degree somersault. After landing, he took advantage of the situation and "rolled the donkey", then jumped high and did a somersault on the spot.

Zhang Da looked dumbfounded: "Oh!"

The surrounding Citigroup people shouted in unison: "Thatisaweso!"

A small square, abruptly created the feeling of a street celebration.

At the end of the performance, many people took out cash and handed it to the little brother who was holding a microphone and yelling.

After watching street performances, Master Wu took the two of them to experience a roadside stall in Citigroup.

However, roadside stalls are more mobile street food trucks, some of which do not even provide a place to sit and eat.

Zhang Da and Master Wu lined up to buy three hot dogs, added three extra-large Cokes and two orders of French fries, and spent a total of 20 dollars.

Looking back, Fan Jiang happily walked over with a large paper food box.

He handed the food box to Zhang Da as if offering a treasure: "Look, grilled squid!"

In the food box, three skewers of grilled squid with red sauce are exuding a tempting aroma.

Zhang Da is also happy, isn't this the "soul" product of domestic iron plate roadside stalls?

He smiled and asked: "It's a pity that there are no sesame seeds and onions. How much is it for a bunch?"

Fan Jiang looked a bit heartbroken: "12 knives a bunch."

Zhang Da blinked: "Damn, these three strings of money are enough to eat squid in China."

"Yeah, I didn't expect Laomei's squid to be so expensive," Fan Jiang said, picking up a bunch of squid, "But, I bought everything, let's try it."

Zhang Da also took a bunch, and the squid with chili sauce tasted quite delicious, and even made people want to eat another skewer.

He asked Fan Jiang: "Where did you buy the squid?"

"Over there."

Fan Jiang, who had already eaten a bunch of squid, pointed to the dining car in the distance.

Zhang Da waved his hand: "Let's go, let's do another bunch."

Fan Jiang's voice came from behind him: "Didn't you just say you were expensive?"

Zhang Da pretended not to hear, and walked forward quickly.

However, on the way, he was attracted by another booth.

"Tea eggs?"

On the dining car on his left, there is a big signboard with Chinese characters, which looks very authentic.

Below the Chinese characters, there are also English notes of "TeaEgg", as well as the price tag——

"$1each."

Zhang Da became interested, turned around and asked, "Do you eat tea eggs?"

Fan Jiang nodded: "Okay, come one!"

Master Wu shook his head and said, "I don't need it."

Zhang Da persuaded: "Come one, Angkor, one for each of us."

Master Wu thought for a while: "Okay, thank you."

Zhang Da walked to the stall, looked at the stall owner with an East Asian face, and asked in Chinese: "Boss, are you Chinese?"

The stall owner with single eyelids didn't speak, just looked at Zhang Da in a daze.

Seeing that he couldn't communicate, Zhang Da changed into English: "Three tea eggs."

"Ok!"

After a while, Zhang Da who got the tea eggs was dumbfounded.

Where is this tea egg?It is clear that the hard-boiled eggs have been added with a bit of marinade, and then a few small strings of plants, whether it is tea or leaves, are added.

"Gan!"

...

After eating and drinking enough, the three of Zhang Da came to the beach.

There are many sports facilities on the beach, in addition to beach volleyball courts, there are rings, horizontal bars and other sports equipment.

Many people exercise on the equipment, which is quite like the elderly in China exercising in the park.

Not far away, a pair of Caucasian men who looked like father and son were boxing. The man who looked like the father was extremely flexible in his steps.

In front of them, a pair of parents were giving their children a "sand bath". Unexpectedly, a few seagulls, which were eyeing the snacks beside them, flew over and gave them a wave of "History from the Sky".

Behind the beach, there is also a pulley field, where a pulley show is being staged.

Zhang Da turned his gaze to the sea again, and there were people swimming and surfing everywhere.

There are also people standing in the sea, jumping and jumping to avoid the rushing waves, but if they are not careful, they will be "swallowed" by the waves, which makes the onlookers laugh.

The whole beach is quite pleasant.

Chapter 53 Conflict

"It's still a little hot!"

After playing on the beach for more than half an hour, Fan Jiang couldn't bear it anymore.

Master Wu suggested: "Let's find a cold drink shop and sit for a while, and then we can drive or walk to the Santa Monica Pier."

"Yes," Zhang Da nodded, "How long will it take to get to Santa Monica Pier?"

Master Wu replied: "It's about an hour. There is a section of commercial street on the road that is quite interesting."

Fan Jiang shook his head: "One hour? Then it's better to drive, it's still quite hot after staying outside for a long time."

Zhang Da really wanted to walk over, but decided to accommodate Fan Jiang: "Well, let's drive."

Master Wu nodded to the two of them and said, "Okay, come with me, first go to the pool and wash your feet."

...

After lingering in the cold drink shop until after 4 pm, the three returned to the parking lot and drove to Santa Monica Beach.

After strolling through a commercial pedestrian street, the three of them arrived at Santa Monica Pier in the evening.

Here, there is a big Ferris wheel, but it doesn't work.

There are many people on the pier, and many people stand by the fence watching the sea and fishing.

Zhang Da walked through the crowd and saw many Asian faces along the way.

The three of them found an empty space by the fence and quietly admired the sea.

The setting sun had already set on the sea level, but it still released a dazzling light.

Zhang Da became playful, pulled out the sunglasses from Fan Jiang's face, and put them on his face with a smile.

Fan Jiang rushed over: "Hey, my sunglasses!"

After playing around for a while, Zhang Da returned the sunglasses to Fan Jiang and looked up at the sunset.

Suddenly, someone behind him patted him lightly.

Zhang Da turned his head and saw two friendly oriental faces.

These are two tall young men.

One of them held up the camera and said, "Handsome guy, I'm sorry, we can't find a place to take pictures, can I squeeze with you?"

"no problem!"

Listening to the familiar Chinese, Zhang Da immediately moved a little towards Fan Jiang.

The guy holding the camera thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you!"

Another man with a backpack also said: "Thank you, are you also traveling from China?"

Zhang Da pointed to Fan Jiang: "Yes, my friends and I came here for a trip."