At about five o 'clock in the morning, Zhang Zian could no longer fall asleep. His head was still a little dizzy, but in order to fall asleep at night, he couldn't sleep now.
Pi was curled up in a padded wicker chair, sleeping soundly, and the laptop in dormant mode was placed on the table.
The sun was shining outside the window, and it was a good day.
This was a two-story single-family house. The landlord and his wife lived on the first floor, and the second floor was rented to Zhang Zian. There was a separate staircase on the second floor for going up and down. If the tenant did not want to deal with the landlord, he could contact the landlord through Airbnb instant messaging from booking to check-out.
Before coming to the United States, Zhang Zian booked this house in Binhai City. At that time, he was not sure whether this kind of online booking was reliable or not, and mainly whether the landlord was reliable or not. After all, the people in such a big city in the United States were too complicated. Who knew if the landlord would be an honest and dull programmer during the day and turn into a murderous maniac at night? Or after renting out the house, he liked to wait for the tenant to fall asleep and quietly sneak into the room to observe the tenant's sleeping posture? Those Hollywood B-grade movies all had this kind of routine.
Of course, even if the other party was really a murderous maniac, it would not be a big deal. He was afraid that the other party was a pervert who liked to install pinhole cameras in the room to peep at the tenant's privacy. That would be disgusting.
Although the landlord of this house had a good evaluation, he still paid more attention and asked Pi to check through the nameless book to see if the landlord and his wife had any secrets.
The broader the question, the more complicated it was to check, because the nameless book recorded everything in detail, including the composition of each breath the old couple exhaled from birth, and the subtle changes of each hormone in the blood. If he checked carefully, he was afraid that it would take days and nights to check. In the end, Zhang Zian had to find a way to simplify the scope. He asked Pi to check how many cameras there were on the second floor and where they were located. He was sure that the old couple were not perverts who liked to install cameras indoors. Only then did he book this house.
There were two bedrooms on the second floor. When the old couple heard that Zhang Zian was the only one staying there yesterday, they were quite surprised. He made a small lie, saying that his friend who was supposed to come with him had stood him up, so he had to come by himself. But maybe his friend would change his mind again, so he did not rent the empty bedroom to others. He would pay the rent as usual.
It was a strange request, but the old couple had seen stranger requests, so they respected the wishes of the tenants.
Compared to a hotel, apart from being cheaper, the biggest advantage of a homestay was that it could integrate into the lives of the locals and experience the local customs from the details. For example, the interior furnishings and decorations could reflect the taste and preferences of the host. It even had a sense of historical vicissitudes. It was not like a hotel, where the interior furnishings were standardized and the corridors were the same after walking out of the room.
In addition, you could choose to keep a distance from the landlord and communicate with them through Airbnb. You could also choose to become friends with the landlord. You could also get additional benefits by making friends, such as free directions or even shuttle services to tourist attractions. Of course, this was under the premise that the landlord was willing to socialize.
San Francisco was a mountain city, and this guest house was located on a slightly raised high ground with a quite good view. Outside the bedroom on the second floor was a spacious balcony surrounded by iron railings. There were also rocking chairs and small tables for sitting and sipping tea.
Zhang Zian pushed open the balcony door. San Francisco came into view in the morning light, and the cold air poured into the room. It was no wonder that San Francisco could become a summer resort. This temperature could be said to be late autumn.
It was too early, and the street was deserted. A few cars passed by in a hurry, and occasionally one or two morning joggers walked along the street at a vigorous pace.
The air was cold, but not fresh.
Zhang Zian returned to the room, released the elves at the empty position, and then went to the toilet to get Richard out.
"What is this smell?" Famous asked with a frown.
Other elves with a sensitive sense of smell also smelled it, and then turned their eyes to Richard's … butt.
"Quack? You are staring at my butt like this, making me feel embarrassed … "Richard said this, but in fact, it did not feel embarrassed at all.
The smell that the elves smelled was a strong stench of feces. At this time, Zhang Zian was very glad that human noses were not so sensitive.
"Bah bah bah! You stinky man, how dare you urinate and defecate everywhere? "Snowy Lionet covered its nose and scolded.
The elves all smelled that this was not the stench of bird feces, nor the dog feces left by dog walkers on the street, but the real smell of human feces.
If it were not for the star-spangled flag hanging on the window of a house diagonally below the balcony, they almost thought that they had come to Egypt again … No, although Egypt was dirty and messy, with dog feces from stray dogs everywhere, there was not much human feces …
With such a strong smell of feces, it was estimated that only the slums of India and Brazil could compete.
Zhang Zian spread his hands. "Welcome to San Francisco."
Yes, downtown San Francisco was a city filled with the smell of feces.
From January to August 2018, San Francisco had an average of 65 hotlines a day, reporting to the city government that they found piles of feces in the streets and alleys – from people, with the densest concentration in the northeastern urban area of San Francisco.
Feces was not only disgusting, but the key was that it could also bring more serious harm, such as rotavirus. When the feces on the street dried and was blown by the wind, the fecal particles would float in the wind. If inhaled, it could be infected with rotavirus.
Where did this feces come from? Was it the virtue of urinating and defecating everywhere that the people of San Francisco had since ancient times? Of course not.
San Francisco was small and crowded, and nearby Silicon Valley gathered the world's top talents and top salaries. Countless young people became rich overnight through stock options or entrepreneurship, resulting in high housing prices in San Francisco, and rents were among the highest in the United States.
In San Francisco, a family's annual income was more than $350,000 to afford an average-priced house.
The poor could not afford to buy or rent a house, so they could only sleep on the streets, use newspapers as cotton-padded clothes, and use park benches as their homes. As for physiological problems … There was no other way. After all, there were only 22 public toilets that had been built and five that were under construction in the entire San Francisco. There were too many monks and too little porridge. When they were in a hurry, they could not care about hygiene and could only solve it on the spot.
The feces problem, as well as the terrible night security problem, fundamentally stemmed from a large number of homeless homeless people.
It was no exaggeration to say that hungry homeless people would kill at night to rob a dozen dollars of pocket money.
In terms of difficulty, compared with the homeless problem in San Francisco, the stray cats and stray dogs in Binhai City were not worth mentioning.
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