Hello, 1983

After nearly 20 hours of flight, the plane landed at Los Angeles International Airport.

After the initial excitement, the international students were bored for a long time. Now that they have finally reached their destination, they are all excited again.

Everyone got off the plane, picked up their luggage, and went through the relevant formalities. Their feet finally set foot on this land of fascination.

Let's adjust the time first, it's 8:20 a.m. local time.

Secretary Wei is still quite conscientious, bringing these international students to the consulate, even if he has successfully completed the task.

Then everyone lined up to wait for the airport bus, while curiously looking at the cars coming and going.

There are so many cars here, as expected of a country sitting on wheels. Lao Xiao couldn't help but admire.

Secretary Wei smiled and said, Everyone can take a driver's license test in their spare time, and then buy a car. It's convenient to use. The used cars here are very cheap.

When the international students heard this, their faces became even more excited: Who doesn't want to own a car of their own?

You know, in China, it is difficult to buy a car.

Wow, look at that car, it's catching up with one carriage of the train! An international student shouted excitedly, pointing to a stretched Lincoln that was approaching.

In the country, this kind of car is really not seen at present.

Everyone was talking, when a voice with a strong disdain floated over: A bunch of poor ghosts, haven't seen it before, look at it fresh, do you want to sit?

It was the ruthless character Wang Fujun who was speaking, holding the arm of the old lady Yang, holding her proud head high, and walking towards him.

The extended Lincoln was parked in front of them, Wang Fujun opened the door diligently, and then glanced back at the students:

It's a pity that you are not qualified to sit, you can only watch me sit, are you jealous, are you envious? Hahaha!

The unbridled laughter, like an awl, stabbed the hearts of these international students, their faces were full of unwillingness and anger.

Wang Fujun looked very happy: Listen to you poor ghosts, this is a paradise for the rich, and poor ghosts are not welcome.

The international students clenched their fists involuntarily, but someone ran up and nodded at Wang Fujun diligently:

Brother Wang, my name is Wang Mengfei, please take care of me in the future.

That person is Wang Mengfei,

While he was talking, he flatteredly helped Wan Fujun hold the car door, so that Wang Fujun could help old lady Yang get into the car.

Wang Fujun was obviously also very useful, he reached out and patted Wang Mengfei's shoulder: You're good, at least you have some eyesight.

After speaking, he took out the wallet from his pocket, took out a ten-dollar bill, and threw it to Wang Mengfei: This is your tip.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the banknote fluttered and fell to Wang Mengfei's feet.

Wang Mengfei bent down and picked it up without hesitation, with a happy face: Thank you, Brother Wang.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, a little stunned. This is no longer a question of whether to despise or not, everyone is completely confused.

Wang Mengfei disagreed: From the moment we set foot on this land, we should understand that this is a capitalist society, and money is paramount. The original domestic approach will not work.

This guy's ability to adapt is quite strong, but he just plunged into an extreme.

As soon as the international students landed, they were taught such a lively lesson, and they couldn't help being a little dazed.

Old Xiao also muttered: Damn, why isn't the bus here coming.

It is estimated that he really does not want to witness this kind of sentient beings again.

Poor ghosts, bye, when you work in restaurants in the future, maybe I'll be your most honored guest, hahaha.

Wang Fujun was completely relieved this time: what right do a bunch of poor ghosts have to despise a rich gentleman.

Mai Rui, let's go home. Wang Fujun helped the old lady Yang into the car in a comfortable mood.

This is his wife, to be precise, his old woman, and now he is looking forward to the other party kicking his legs sooner.

Oh, Ms. Murray, it's really you. I heard that you went on a trip to the East. Did you have a good time?

A greeting suddenly came, and the old lady Yang dropped her foot on the car back to the ground, turned her head to look at the middle-aged man who greeted her, and immediately showed a wrinkled smile on her face:

Jackson, long time no see. I heard that your record company is very prosperous now. If there is a nostalgic hit, don't forget to invite me.

The middle-aged man was well-dressed and had the style of a successful person. He stepped forward and hugged the old lady Yang:

It must be sure, my father is a loyal fan of yours, and he still listens to your records every day.

The two chatted happily. After chatting for a while, Mrs. Mai Rui waved to Wang Fujun:

Jackson, let me introduce you, this is the partner I brought back from the East, Wang.

The middle-aged man was also obviously stunned for a moment, and then shook hands with Wang Fujun, shook it a few times, and didn't know what to say, and finally said:

My heartfelt congratulations to you.

Wang Fujun's face is obviously thick enough: Thank you, Mr. Jackson, are you also here to pick up the plane?

Wang, we are here to welcome Mr. Mountain, a well-known Chinese musician.

Jackson nodded, looked around for a while, saw a few people getting down from another commercial vehicle, and then waved over there.

There were several Chinese in the group, so when they saw the team of international students, they couldn't help but take a second glance. As a result, a loud voice sounded immediately:

Boss, here, here!

When Liu Qingshan saw the tape queen with a big explosive head, he could only come out, and was given a warm hug by Sister Zhang.

Liu Qingshan shrugged helplessly: I seem to feel the desert of passion.

Passionate Desert, this is a very popular song back then, it seems to be a cover.

Boss, you're finally here. Lao Cui also came up to shake hands with Liu Qingshan, and seeing each other in a foreign country naturally felt extra close.

Liu Qingshan waved to Huang Yueming again: Cousin, is everything going well?

Huang Yueming also nodded to him with a smile, and then introduced: Mr. Jackson, this is our boss, Mr. Mountain.

The middle-aged man's pale blue eyes immediately flickered:

Oh, Mr. Mountain, I didn't expect you to show such outstanding musical talent at such a young age, and now I finally believe that there is indeed a genius in this world.

This guy is very talkative, and he will give a top hat when he comes up.

Liu Qingshan didn't take it seriously, and shook hands with the other party: Sir, you are overrated.

Jackson certainly has reason to compliment Liu Qingshan, their record company wants to fight for the agency rights of several of Mr. Mountain's songs in North America.

So he smiled again: Mr. Mountain, I didn't recognize you in the crowd just now, you are too low-key.

This is a land of freedom, and everyone can show their talents and values. Although I respect the modesty and restraint of the oriental people, in this land, you might as well behave in a high-profile manner.

Thank you, Mr. Jackson, for your pointers.

In fact, Liu Qingshan has already been mentally prepared for this. Here and in China, there are two completely different styles, so he also wondered if he should make some adjustments.

They greeted each other here, and looked at all those international students in a daze.

Along the way, Liu Qingshan did not show off the mountains or water, and it was normal. I didn't expect people to have a high reputation here. I didn't see them. Are those foreigners respectful?

Although they are not so proficient in English, they also understand the name Mountain, and then contact the cup of life that was very popular last year, and finally realize it.

This little brother is hiding deep enough. Xiao Zihou murmured, looking at Liu Qingshan with envy.

And the negative impact of Wang Fujun just now disappeared completely.

Lao Xiao also deliberately moved to Wang Fujun's side: Look, this is to eat according to one's true ability, not to eat soft rice!

Wang Fujun was obviously outraged, and the sense of superiority just now was defeated at once.

The most hateful thing is that the guy named Mountain didn't even shoot directly or confront him directly, and Wang Fujun felt that he was defeated.

But of course he couldn't admit defeat, Wang Fujun snorted coldly: It's just a sing-along, what's there to be proud of, does he have money, does he have a luxury car villa?

If you have the ability, you will have everything! Lao Xiao also tit for tat, he didn't deliberately target this Wang Fujun, but his kind.

At this moment, a convoy slowly drove over, a total of more than a dozen cars, all of which looked high-end and atmospheric, and the shiny paint in the sun was a little dazzling.

From a red Ferrari sports car came a blond man with a handsome appearance, the kind that would make young women scream at a banquet.

His slightly melancholy eyes swept over, then fixed on Liu Qingshan's face, raised his hand and waved: Liu, my dearest friend, are you finally willing to come?

Looking at Xiao Li's high-profile appearance, Liu Qingshan seemed to have a deeper understanding of what Mr. Jackson just said:

This is a country that worships money and the successful, so there is really no need to keep a low profile.

Liu Qingshan greeted him and hugged Xiao Li: Li, I don't think I called to tell you the itinerary?

Xiao Li glanced at Huang Yueming: Of course, I got the news from the beautiful Miss Huang, Liu, you are too unreasonable!

This kid also showed off a sentence of Chinese.

Liu Qingshan looked at Xiao Li cautiously, then looked at his cousin, and then tapped Xiao Li's shoulder: You big radish, you are not allowed to soak my cousin.

Although he didn't know what a big radish was, Xiao Li still understood what Liu Qingshan meant, and immediately began to collide with the sky:

Oh, Liu, I'm serious this time, and you have no right to stop me from pursuing love.

Liu Qingshan didn't buy it: Come on, you always say that you are serious.

Xiao Li helplessly shrugged his shoulders and quickly changed the topic: Liu, you are new here, and you don't have a car to travel around. Look at these cars, can you choose any one?

You are so generous? Liu Qingshan asked back.

Of course it's deducted from the manuscript fee. Xiao Li really wasn't that generous.

Liu Qingshan was too lazy to talk to him: It just so happens that you have enough cars, so my classmates don't have to wait for the bus, send us to the consulate first.

OK. Xiao Li happily agreed, and then graciously invited Huang Yueming to ride in his Ferrari.

Not surprisingly, Huang Yueming refused with a smile.

Liu Qingshan explained to Secretary Wei, and Secretary Wei greeted the students to get on the bus.

First put all the salutes into the trunk, and the international students sat in the car. There were more than a dozen people in total, just two people in one car.

Before getting into the car, Lao Xiao waved to Wang Fujun: Sir, we also have someone to pick up the plane now.

Wang Fujun only felt a little panic in his heart, glared at Liu Qingshan, and then helped his old woman to get into the car.

Of course he knew that the guy named Mountain was the real master, and this Liangzi was settled.

When the convoy drove into the city, everyone's eyes were not enough to see. One after another skyscrapers rushed toward the face, bustling streets, and rolling traffic flowed together to create a modern metropolis scene.

International students also have to admit: it is indeed too much beyond the country.

Sitting in Xiao Li's Ferrari, Liu Qingshan was also listening to Xiao Li bragging: Liu, you will soon fall in love with this city, this is the real paradise.

Liu Qingshan didn't think so, and replied, That's your paradise.

Haha, tonight, I will prepare a party specially for you, and I will also invite female Hollywood stars, Liu, you will soon experience heavenly happiness.

Xiao Li was still chattering, and suddenly heard Liu Qingshan roar: Brake!

He subconsciously stepped on the foot brake, only to realize that the convoy in front had stopped, and he almost had a close contact with the Rolls-Royce in front of him.

Oh, damn it, what happened! Xiao Li patted the steering wheel angrily. If he hit this newly bought Ferrari, he would definitely be very distressed.

There was a traffic jam, and after waiting in the car for a long time, there seemed to be no intention to start clearing the front. Looking around, the surroundings had completely turned into a sea of ​​cars.

Liu Qingshan patted Xiao Li on the shoulder and comforted: It seems that heaven is not all wonderful things.

Shit, Xiao Li cursed in his mouth.

Finally, a strong man in front ran over, he should be Xiao Li's bodyguard or something, and reported the situation in front of him:

There are demonstrations and demonstrations, and it is estimated that there will be a blockade for several hours.

When Xiao Li heard this, he immediately became excited: Go down and have a look, maybe you can join in the fun, it's better to find a piece of cardboard and write it down on traffic, those damn vampires, stuff the taxpayer's money into the girl's pocket. Are you wearing a bra?

Liu Qingshan has also heard that parades, like eating and drinking, have become part of the lives of the American people.

Tired of waiting left and right, Liu Qingshan followed the excited Xiao Li and walked forward together.

It is estimated that everyone has a general mind, so many people went down to join in the fun. Huang Yueming and Mr. Jackson also followed behind Liu Qingshan.

And Sister Zhang and Lao Cui chatted with Liu Qingshan as they walked and talked about the results of the visit during this period.

Only those international students sat in the car and waited, the only exception was Xiao Zihou, who was very bold and followed suit.

Ten minutes later, on the road ahead, a group of people appeared, all of them heavily armed policemen, rushing towards the demonstration area.

The police car couldn't get in at all, so they had to run away.

Xiao Li stood on the guardrail and looked among the crowd for a while, feeling disappointed: It seems that we can't follow in the parade, and all the Indians are sitting in the middle of the road.