The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Going to work?

What a joke.

Going to work is not as important as picking up my wife.

Kennedy International Airport.

Locke opened the car door, got out of the car, lit a cigarette for himself, and looked at the time on his watch.

11:15.

Fortunately, he made it.

If Walter hadn't reminded him just now, he would have almost forgotten that his wife came back from another place today.

Sometimes Locke always has an illusion that this marriage is as good as not.

But...

He still didn't think of letting his wife resign from the airline.

First, his wife Esme didn't have this idea either.

Second, he also likes freedom.

After a while.

Locke looked at the blonde beauty wearing a stewardess uniform with a suitcase not far away, and his eyes lit up.

Greeted her.

Locke opened his arms and was enthusiastic.

"Dear."

The blonde stewardess looked at Locke who was walking over, and also let go of the luggage. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth and she hugged Locke: "Dear, you missed me."

The woman was Locke's married wife.

Esme Underwood. Yeah.

After Locke married Esme, Esme took his last name.

At that time, Locke once sighed, how could such a fine tradition disappear inexplicably in the East Country.

"I think about it every day."

Locke said with a smile, and after letting go, he took his wife's luggage, looked at his wife, and suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Esme smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

Locke smiled and shook his head: "Nothing, I just feel that your temperament seems to have changed again."

It's strange.

This is not the first time Locke has felt it.

The last time Esme came back from abroad, he felt that his wife's temperament seemed to have changed.

But he couldn't tell what the specific change was.

After all, temperament is a very mysterious thing.

And Esme didn't say that she changed from a queen temperament to a loli temperament all of a sudden, and the change was so huge.

He just felt that something had changed.

Esme heard this and looked down at herself.

Muttering.

"Changed, aren't we all the same?"

"Haha, that might be my fault, who told you to leave for ten days."

"Ah."

Esme sighed, took Locke's arm, and walked towards the Audi A8 parked not far away, saying as she walked: "There's nothing we can do. During the peak tourist season, the company has added a few flights, but my salary this month is definitely higher than yours."

Locke laughed and said: "When has your salary not been higher than mine?"

The same thing.

If Esme hadn't taken out part of her salary to help Locke pay off his student loan after marriage, Locke would have been a moonlighter.

But that was in the past.

He made a lot of extra money this time.

The two million that Deacon gave him.

But he had to share this money with Debbie and Deacon, but if the vampire fangs were included, he would have one million.

He could consider buying a house.

After getting in the car.

Locke fastened his seat belt and drove out of the airport. Thinking of his current assets, he looked at Esme sitting in the passenger seat: "Go and see if there is a better house these days?"

He is renting a house now.

The rent is low, but it is not his after all.

Locke thinks that now that he is married, it is not a good idea to always rent a house. He still needs to buy a house of his own.

But Manhattan is definitely out of the question.

One million sounds like a lot, but compared with the housing prices in Manhattan, it is still not enough.

And federal houses are not bought out in one go.

Even if you buy a house, the permanent property rights of the house are yours, but you have to pay property taxes every year.

What?

No?

Haha.

Haha.

Haven't you heard that in America, only death and taxes are inevitable.

And this annual property tax is not calculated according to the price you buy the house, but according to the current value of the house.

The more expensive the house, the more property tax.

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Take the Star Building on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, a super luxury apartment with one unit per floor, the market price is now about 60 million US dollars, and the annual property tax is 1.2 million US dollars.

It's simply exaggerated.

To put it bluntly, 80% of the people in New York City may not earn the property tax that the rich have to pay in a year even if they work hard for five years without eating or drinking.

Not to mention that the rich must have more than one house.

Esme, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, heard Locke mention the house, gathered her hair, and asked curiously: "Didn't you say before that you wouldn't consider it before 2013?"

Locke smiled: "I just had this idea."

He said that before because the Chita people will come to Manhattan in 2012, and who knows how many buildings will be destroyed by the Chita army at that time.

So Locke didn't think about buying a house before the Chita army came.

But...

The most fundamental reason is that he didn't have money before.

Now?

He didn't think about buying a house in Manhattan anyway, so the Chita army loves to come.

Esme blinked, put her right hand on her chin, and looked at Locke with a smile.

"Oh, you're rich now."

"Yeah."

He didn't intend to hide it from Esme. After all, they were his wife, and now their salaries were all in a joint account, which made it easier to file taxes every quarter.

"Where's the money?"

"Ah?"

Esme took out her phone and took a look at the balance in their joint account: "No change."

Locke shook his head and smiled: "Not so fast."

The money for the vampire fangs hasn't arrived yet. When it arrives, we'll split the money together.

But Esme seemed to have misunderstood.

"Promoted?"

"No."

"... Then where did the money come from?"

"Vampires."

The Sentinel Secret Service targets mutants, and mutants are extraordinary creatures, so the families of Sentinel Secret Service law enforcement officers know more about the truth of the world than ordinary people.

There is no explicit ban on this kind of thing in the bureau.

They are Sentinels, not CIA agents, let alone spies.

In the past month, Esme sometimes called, and Locke was fighting vampires with Brown, and he didn't hide it from Esme.

Locke briefly told Esme what happened, and then said: "Wait until Debbie sells the vampire fangs, and then divide it. This is simpler. There may be some income during this period. It shouldn't be a problem to go to Brooklyn to buy a set."

There are so many vampires in New York City.

The business of fighting vampires can continue.

There is money and extraordinary points.

This business is hard to find even with a lantern.

Mutants?

Poor people rely on mutation, and we can draw a conclusion from this sentence.

Mutants are equal to poor people.

Esme listened to Locke's explanation, nodded with a dazed expression, and then said with a smile: "I thought you got promoted and went to William Stryker's mutant laboratory where you always wanted to go."

Locke: "..."