MTL - America’s Treasure King-Chapter 39 get home

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The Buick was driven by Li Xiaoshuai's cousin Luo Yang. The speed of the car in the city could not be increased. When it got to the high speed, the speed suddenly accelerated.

Xia Huifang kept looking around and said that she hasn't come back for many years, and she has changed. In the past, it was quite rich to have a small bungalow, but now every family has been converted into a small villa.

Cousin Xia He took the opportunity and said, Niang Niang, you should come back to see more.

Li Xiaoshuai glanced at his cousin, she looked a bit like his mother, with fair skin and a melon face, her cousin also had big eyes and long legs. She looked like a 20-year-old even though she was 29. The little girl who started.

As for his cousin Luo Yang, he had a dark appearance, thick lips, big eyes, and a pair of glasses. Even if he didn't speak, he could see a little otaku. However, the driving skills are quite good, the car drives fast and steady.

Not long after, Li Xiaoshuai also saw that the wipers on the car were turned on, knowing that it was raining.

Jiangnan Misty Rain, he had not seen it with his own eyes, so he put his head on the car window and looked out, and saw a drizzle blowing towards his face, the hills beside the expressway were also obscured, and the green bamboos on the hills became more and more Appears green.

"There is a lot of rain during the Qingming Festival, and the scenery is beautiful!" Li Xiaoshuai couldn't help but admire.

His mother said that these are the most common, and the most beautiful is Xuedou Mountain in his hometown.

My cousin also said, "Cousin, it's best for you to come here at this time. It's neither cold nor hot, the scenery on the mountain is good, and you can eat fresh bamboo shoots. You should stay for a few more days.

"Cousin, you live in the United States, how do you know President Ai from West Lake City?" Luoyang, who had not said a word for a long time, finally spoke up.

Li Xiaoxiao explained that he had just started learning antiques at the time, and they both met each other while visiting the flea market and chatting during a break. Because of the speculation, I recognized my brother.

"Antique, cousin, do you also play antiques?" Luo Yang became a little excited, "I have also studied antiques, so we have a common language, but I don't know how you learned?"

Li Xiaoshuai: "I'm alright."

Luo Yang will put on a posture of being a teacher and say, this is not good. Antiques are difficult to learn and even more difficult to master. Experts on TV are saying that if you want to watch more and sell less, you must learn to be proficient before you can shoot.

He also said that he has been studying for several years, and he has a little stock in his stomach, and he has not dared to buy a single thing. "Be careful of fakes. Now fake antiques are more authentic than real ones. It's hard to tell with the naked eye."

"Yeah." Li Xiaoshuai secretly said, I have the ability to see through eyes, as long as I glance at it, I can tell the truth from the false!

His cousin said that Luo Yang, you have experience, you need to teach your cousin more.

"That's no problem, I'll definitely teach it all!"

Later, Xia Huifang asked about her niece and nephew's studies. Li Xiaoshuai heard that they were both university graduates. After graduation, his cousin worked in the company for a few years. Later, she was not satisfied with what she did. Now she is working on an online store with her boyfriend. .

As for my cousin Luo Yang, he graduated from the Department of Culture and Museum of a regular university, and he studied antique identification.

Li Xiaoshuai said in his heart that he really had something to talk about now.

The Buick drove for another hour, and the drizzle suddenly stopped. The green hills and green waters on the roadside seemed to be half washed with water.

Xia Huifang saw the dense high-rise buildings in the distance and asked, "Xiaohe, is there Yongjiang City ahead?"

"Yeah, we'll be home in 45 minutes."

Xia Huifang sighed again, Yongjiang has also changed a lot, so many tall buildings.

The roadside is full of new high-rise buildings, and there is a dense flow of people; traffic, billboards, Li Xiaoshuai couldn't help but look at it: "This city is so lively."

Luo Yang asked more beautiful than Manhattan?

When it comes to Manhattan, Li Xiaoshuai has the most say. He walks back and forth in Manhattan almost every day. "Manhattan is better in the XC area, but it's full of old buildings, and there are only a few buildings supporting the facade, and the others are average."

The car passed through the city, the tall buildings disappeared, and a scene of hills and farmland appeared in front of him. After a while, the car passed through a hill, and Xia Huifang became excited again, "I'm going home soon."

Luo Yang said that there was still a quarter of an hour.

Xia Huifang opened the car window and greedily looked at the rushing scenery. She babbled and said over and over, "It's changed a lot. In the past, it was all shabby and low-rise houses. Now, every household has a small house. Villa."

Xia He said that this is the local standard. If anyone doesn't build a small villa, they will be looked down upon. In our place, those who can afford a wooden house are really rich.

Li Xiaoshuai said with a smile, this is the exact opposite of the United States. In the United States, those who live in wooden houses are all poor, and those who live in brick houses are the rich.

Luo Yang also asked, what is the reason for this?

Xia Huifang explained that in the United States, the land is vast and the people are scarce and wood is cheap, so people who live in wooden houses pay less real estate tax, while those who live in brick houses pay more in real estate taxes than those in wooden houses.

When it was almost evening, another small city appeared in front, Xia He said happily, in front of us, we are going home soon.

In front of him is the place where he is going to live for a month. Li Xiaoshuai also observed it carefully. Seeing the crowd in front of him, it looks quite lively~www.novelbuddy.com~ said, "This city is also very lively. ."

His cousin and cousin laughed when he heard it, and it took him a while to tell him that this was not a city, but a town.

When the car entered the town, there were many people and cars, and the speed slowed down again. Li Xiaoshuai also took the opportunity to look left and right. He saw a movie theater, a big restaurant, and a KTV with high consumption.

There are many roadside stalls selling fruits and small general merchandise, and some almost occupy the lane. Some pedestrians are dressed in bright clothes, some are wearing work clothes, and each of them has a happy smile on their faces.

Compared to the frowning average Yankee these days, the dynamism here is palpable. He also said that many small cities in the United States are not as lively as they are now, and their popularity is incomparable.

But what makes Li Xiaoshuai strange is why there are so many hair salons in this town. In some places, one family is connected to one family.

There was also a foot-washing shop. He was even more puzzled. How could he even have to pay someone to wash his feet? Are all the rich people of Rabbit nowhere to spend their money?

Passing through the town center, the car drove north again, and it turned into a residential area in front of you.

Xia He said that the old house in the past was abandoned, and now his family has moved to the town, and he has also opened a small restaurant with a two-bedroom facade, with people living in the front of the store.

The car turned to another very lively street with shops on both sides. Xia He pointed to a small group of people gathered on the side of the road and said, "Niangniang; it's in front."

As soon as the car stopped, several elderly people in their 50s and 60s in front rushed over.

"Huifang, Nong is back. And Xiaoshuai, do you still know my mother-in-law?" a fat old man shouted from the car window.

Li Xiaoshuai followed by a series of greetings. . . . . .