Lisko’s American Life

Lisko looked at the group of horses. There was a white one. He stood by to measure it. The horse's back just reached his chest.

He took two carrots from the side to feed the white horse, and he took the harness that had been prepared for a long time and put it on the horse.

Of course, the things like being kicked by horses that everyone expects will not happen. The horses bought for grazing are all domesticated and docile horses.

Although Lisko has never ridden a horse in his previous life, after the memory fusion, this body can be ridden a lot. As the son of a farmer, if he doesn't do this, he will be ridiculed.

When he got up and mounted on his horse, Lisko began to shake the rope with his stomach in his belly. The white horse also began to move slowly. After walking forward a distance, he felt that his body memory had recovered, so he increased the strength of shaking the rope. Followed and ran.

"Da da da,"

As the horses hooves stepped on the path of the pasture, Lisko was amazed by the sudden lowered gaze.

The white horse was getting faster and faster, Lisco took the reins, and his upper body followed the horse's back.

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

"Hoo~"

Lisko got off the horse and brushed his hair with his hand, sweating from the excitement on his forehead.

The rooster took the reins from his hand, "It's been a long time since I rode, let's have a race someday?"

"Heh, I'll be afraid of you. Did you forget that you played with me before, lost your pants, and came home from town naked?"

Lisko mocked the rooster with some contempt. Although the rooster took care of everything in the ranch very well, because he fell off his horse when he was a child, he no longer dared to run fast on a horse.

Lisko played with the rooster for a while, then went back to the villa. After washing up and sweating from exercising, he packed up his things.

Today, he is going out to attend the fundraising party held in the state. This was invited by Citibank. He thought it was unnecessary to go, and he was impatient to deal with those politicians. His agent advised him to live here in the future. , to get to know everyone, get familiar with each other, and get in touch when you need someone for something.

Lisko drives out of the garage his only sports car, which Random House gave him at the celebration of his second book selling over a million copies.

This sports car is a Pagani Zonda, the body is black and red, the price of this car is one million dollars, this FC12s7.3 is 650 horsepower.

Lisko wore an azure suit, which he custom-made for various banquets.

He stepped on the accelerator, "Weng buzzing~"

The sports car's engine started working, and it blazed out in one fell swoop.

It took two hours to run from the ranch to Denver, and Lisko was not bored with the 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 everywhere. People of the yellow race are bustling around here, and it really feels like returning to the country.

He stopped and walked, listening to the local accent, 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 do you want?"

The uncle didn't even look up.

"I want to buy some seasonings."

"Yo, Americans."

The uncle is a little surprised. His small grain and oil shop is usually made by locals, or neighbors living near Chinatown. He is a little surprised to see a foreigner shopping, and he speaks fluent Chinese. talk.

"I studied in China."

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

"That's my own person, let's see what to buy."

Lisko was flipping through the shelves, looking for a lot of seasonings, mustard, seaweed, and various hot pot bases.

Uncle helped to pack it in a bag, two extra large plastic bags.

"Master, my name is Liske, and I'll buy it after I finish eating."

"Okay, when will you come?"

The uncle has a special fondness for Lisko. After many years abroad, I have seen many people with Chinese faces who can’t speak Chinese. I have never seen anyone with a foreign face full of Mandarin. What’s more, when I heard that Lisko’s grandfather was a Chinese, I was even more excited. It has a hometown feel.

Lisko said goodbye to the uncle, put his luggage in the co-pilot, and hurried to the pre-booked hotel.

When he arrived at the hotel, Lisko ate a light meal by the way. When he was in school, he often accompanied his tutor to participate in these activities, as if these activities were not formal without inviting a few literati writers. In New York, almost every banquet was attended by writers. He is well aware of the process of these banquets. If he doesn't eat something to cushion himself, he will definitely be hungry at the banquet.

After cleaning up, the night was getting darker. After Lisko took care of himself, he also 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, didn't stop there, and quickly entered the banquet.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I grew up in Garrison, and now I want to come back here to meditate and write." Lisko toasted him and answered.

Halle's face was full of envy, "Maybe you can win a Nobel before you are 30 years old."

Although he gets more 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?

Lisko smiled implicitly, he still had the inherent humility of some Chinese people.

"Have you seen your teacher recently?"

"How dare I go? He scolded me for half an hour as soon as I entered the door last time." Halle was a little helpless.

Scoo is not good at expressing his opinions. Although Harley has disappointed the teacher, he can't stop others from earning more money. From royalties, comic licensing, and film and television adaptations, he can earn a lot more than himself. And this kind of thing is also self-aware, just fame and fortune, he chose profit.

The two brothers went round and round, and Harley still took good care of Lisko. After all, he was the proud disciple of his own tutor.

Lisko followed, and the two got to know the real power officials in Colorado. His pocket was also full of contact information. Lisko was still very popular. One would reject a young nominee for the Nobel Prize in Literature. As for losing to German writers? The old man had already reached An Tiannian's time. In the eyes of outsiders, Lisko was destined to enter the literary hall of fame.

Lisko, like the chief of police, the chief of water and electricity, and state legislators, had a very careful chat. After all, these people may be used at any time.

After the lively banquet was over, he, along with his senior brother, stuffed a check for $200,000 into the donation box. Donating too much is not good, and if you don't donate, you will lose face. 200,000 is the default baseline.

I heard that this banquet was in the name of the African famine. Lisko felt that the black brothers were too happy. So many people in the world care about whether they have enough to eat. As for whether the money can be in their hands, can it be solved? In their famine, the benevolent sees the benevolence, and the wise sees the wisdom, and you will never be able to help a person who wants to lie down.

Lisko went out to the banquet, and declined his brother's proposal to go to the bar for a drink. When he first crossed the road, he went there a few times excitedly, but he was not interested in it after that, and the bars in the United States were very chaotic. What are you doing? All of them, like gathering together to **** leaves is a very common thing, even more exaggerated one time, Lisko saw men and women having fun in a bar. Good boy, these things are so outrageous.

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