Looking at the beaming Amanda, even Hans narrowed his eyes, and even Lin Xiaohua, who usually didn't talk much, had a smile on her lips.
Is this world only hurting me?
They went to Fifth Avenue today, a thousand dollars, is that a lot? It's about two months' salary for an average person in North America, yes, two months, some even three months' salary.
At that time, Amanda also asked Zheng Baicheng, "Boss, aren't you going to buy anything? I noticed your figure is pretty good too."
Zheng Baicheng's blood pressure was high now, but he had to force a smile and said, "I have a lot of clothes, you guys go ahead and buy some."
Lin Xiaohua also looked at a lot of things and found that the things here were indeed better than those in Hong Kong. She bought two bags, two sets of clothes, and some trinkets. He naturally wouldn't interfere with what Lin Xiaohua bought, and instead asked her, "Xiaohua, is this enough? Do you want to buy more?"
"Enough, Chengge, half of this is for Xiaofen."
"Then buy more, she's been working hard in Hong Kong too." Recent events in Hong Kong have been hard to describe. He could only take this as a sign to leave.
The people in the store they went to originally thought Zheng Baicheng and Lin Xiaohua were Hans and Amanda's assistants or something. They prioritized serving Hans and Amanda. While there was no harsh language, this basic professional ethics at least made Zheng Baicheng feel a little normal. Just not being served, and not saying anything, he could tolerate it.
However, when they saw Zheng Baicheng paying in the end, they felt a bit embarrassed. It was just a fleeting moment, and then they became very enthusiastic. He could understand that. In his previous life, he was the same way, kowtowing to those in power.
After a few decades, when Chinese people had money, wouldn't these people have to learn some Chinese? It can only be said that whoever has money is the boss.
Looking back, seeing that he was missing over three thousand dollars, he felt a bit of a pang. However, he couldn't show it. The money was spent, and it was supposed to be a good thing. If he said something depressing in the end, wouldn't that be a waste of money?
"Amanda, this dress looks great on you. You really look less serious now."
"Hans, you suddenly look much more handsome. You can go pick up girls now."
As for Lin Xiaohua, he naturally couldn't praise her face to face. He would praise her to his heart's content when they got back to the room.
Over the next few days, the four of them continued their travels for a few more days, then went to Delaware. There, he saw his small company. They had hired a clerk there. The clerk was actually the landlord, who took on this extra work. He happily agreed and this became an extra income for him. It was rumored that he had side jobs in several shell companies. Zheng Baicheng felt that this landlord was truly sharp, and it also saved them a lot of money.
After taking care of these matters, they set off for… California. By December, he was planning to return to Hong Kong. By then, he could tell people that he had toured the east and west coasts, fulfilling his destiny. He would have something to talk about and material for bragging.
Back in California, Zheng Baicheng and the others settled into the small villa and began writing. They had already wasted a lot of time over the past few days.
As a literary plagiarist, Zheng Baicheng transformed back into a literary transporter. To be honest, he couldn't remember the content at all, but he did know the general outline. The rest was up to him to make up. As long as the story was well-expressed, that was all that mattered.
It must be said that Lin Xiaohua was a great help to him. It could be said that Lin Xiaohua was among the best students in their school. Normally, she had a good chance of getting into university. Even if it wasn't Hong Kong University, Hong Kong Chinese University was no problem.
But the path of life is full of hardships, and people and events will always change the path of life. If not for Zheng Baicheng, she might have gone to a bar or a nightclub. It wasn't something she wanted to do, but it was what those people wanted her to do.
Some say that men have two major hobbies: persuading prostitutes to turn themselves in and dragging people down with them.
Those stable boys and gang members loved to drag people down. If Zheng Baicheng hadn't appeared, things would have taken a 180-degree turn.
After Zheng Baicheng told her the story, Lin Xiaohua would add her own thoughts and embellishments to the story, making it more complete and more in line with the literary style of the time.
Although Zheng Baicheng knew this, he didn't mind. He was the kind of person who never checked his answers after taking a test. Since Lin Xiaohua was willing to add things and even change some details, he let her do as she pleased.
Moreover, the original 1.1 million-word plan for "Jianghu" turned into over 1.2 million words under Lin Xiaohua's hand. It could be said that this was a happy and enjoyable event.
And so, this strange combination of theirs, yes, in the eyes of their neighbors, they were a strange combination, began their life of seclusion before July 10th. During this time, something happened.
"Hello, I'm a police officer here." A police officer suddenly came one day.
"Oh, hello, is there anything you need? I'm a lawyer." Amanda stated her identity. Though she was still in her internship period, Zheng Baicheng hired her. But her bearing was there, and she was very confident. Moreover, she had the lawyer's aura about her.
The police officer knew there was no problem when he heard she was a lawyer. However, he still asked, "Ms. Lawyer, hello, it's like this. We received a report saying that you rarely go out… um, it feels strange to you. That's it, they reported it."
"My employer is a writer. I don't know if you've read "War Between the Planets," "Butterfly's Wings,"... Those novels are all written by my employer. He's just writing here, he needs peace and quiet."
Amanda's words filled this police officer with respect. He said, "Wow, "War Between the Planets?" Jason? I've read it, I love it. My god, you won't be bothered anymore. Those damn bastards, they're such fools, they slandered the best-selling author."
"Thank you, officer. Your kindness proves that you are a good policeman."
"Could Mr. Jason sign my book?"
"Of course, bring the book tomorrow and I'll tell him."
"Thank you, Miss. You are truly an angel. I will remember you."
It was only when he saw that the novelist was a Chinese person the next day that he was a bit shocked. But he quickly accepted it. Talented people are respected regardless of race or skin color.
In the days that followed, there was more patrol around their neighborhood. This was a good sign.