After getting off the plane, Zhang Zian went to the toilet in the airport and made Richard invisible. If he was right, Richard would always be invisible when he was in the United States.
When he left the airport, the rain had stopped, but the wind was still chilly. Fina's face was tense, and it kept a distance of five meters from Zhang Zian. It was angry because it felt cheated.
Zhang Zian was helpless. He was not God. How could he accurately predict the weather half a world away? It was just a coincidence.
As soon as he left the airport, Zhang Zian looked around with his hands on his neck. Lauren and Tim, who had returned to the United States first, had agreed to pick him up, so he had to find them. However, Los Angeles was an international metropolis after all, and there were many people coming and going outside the airport. It was difficult to find a specific person. Actually, it was not right to say that. The main reason was that Zhang Zian's eyes involuntarily fell on the blonde beauty … White girls were indeed taller!
"Hey! Jeff! "The tall and strong Tim saw him first. He waved his arms and shouted.
Zhang Zian also waved back.
Ever since Richard used Tim to threaten him, he couldn't bear to look Tim in the eye …
Standing next to Tim was a young white man of medium height. He was wearing a baseball cap, and his face was covered with freckles. He weakly held a sign in his hand, and on the sign was written crookedly in Chinese: Zhang Liao An.
Liao An … Why not Liao Chen? Zhang Zian was speechless. He did not know which Chinese beginner wrote this! It did not look like a human name, but more like a Buddhist name. Did he get what he deserved for criticizing a delivery car for being too slow?
Zhang Zian walked over with his suitcase. Tim introduced him enthusiastically, "Jeff, this is my employee, Allen. Allen, this is the amazing cat trainer from China, Jeff Zhang … "
Before he finished his introduction, he saw Zhang Zian grab the marker from Allen's hand and add a horizontal line to the word "Liao" on the sign.
"Sorry, I wrote your name wrong," Tim understood and said embarrassedly.
"It's okay. Allen, right? Hello. "Zhang Zian shook hands with Tim and Allen.
"Jeff, you can stay at my house while you are in the United States. If you want to go out, ask Allen to accompany you," Tim said.
Allen reluctantly nodded to Zhang Zian. Obviously, he was not happy about being assigned tasks outside of work.
Tim noticed Fina and asked in surprise, "You brought your cat?"
"I brought it out to play." Richard said the prepared lines for Zhang Zian, "Besides, I am going to participate in the CFA Tour. Since I am going, I should bring a cat to play.
"Oh..." Tim originally wanted to say that this cat was probably a mixed-blood Egyptian cat, and that it would not be able to get a good ranking in the competition. It might not even be qualified to participate in the competition. However, after thinking about it, he swallowed his words.
In his opinion, from a professional point of view, Zhang Zian's pet shop was far inferior to his cattery. It was only top-notch among amateurs. If it weren't for Zhang Zian's ancient cat training skills, it would have been impossible for him to cross paths with Blue Climax. It would be good for him to suffer some setbacks in the CFA Tour.
"By the way, this is a gift." Zhang Zian took out an air box for pets and handed it to Tim.
There was a black-striped Dragon-Li in the air box, which was born in the same litter as Song Bai's cat. It was very similar in appearance and size, but it was quieter.
"Wow! Thank you so much! You are so kind! "Tim took the air box and looked at the kitten in it." By the way, it... "
"Yes, it can dance," Richard answered in advance.
"Great! I was wondering what gift to give my niece for Thanksgiving. Can I give it to her? She must be very happy to get a dancing kitten! "Tim said excitedly.
"It's yours. You can give it to anyone," Richard said.
"Okay, thank you! Come on, let's get in the car. My car is over there! "
Tim's car was a family station wagon, wide and rough in the American style, with three rows of seats, enough to accommodate seven or eight people.
"My house is some distance from here. If you are sleepy, you can sleep for a while," Tim said to Zhang Zian after the three of them got in the car. Tim and Allen sat in the front row, Zhang Zian and Fina sat in the middle row, and the luggage and Dragon-Li were all put in the back row.
"Thank you, I am OK." Zhang Zian had slept on the plane, and he was still young, so he didn't feel sleepy.
The station wagon started and headed for the suburbs of Los Angeles.
Allen turned his head curiously, "By the way, sir, how do you train cats? I know it is a secret, but can't you tell me anything? "
"Allen!" Tim wanted to stop him from prying into other people's secrets.
"It's OK, just call me Jeff," Richard said, "In fact, the secret is... 'Qi'."
"Qi?" Tim and Allen repeated at the same time.
"Yes, it is Qi!" Richard said loudly. Zhang Zian put on a calm and pretentious face.
Tim and Allen were in awe!
It was undeniable that most of the Chinese people's understanding of China came from movies and movies and inherent impressions. Many people even thought that every Chinese could play ping-pong well, and every Chinese knew Kung Fu. As for things like Yin and Yang, Feng Shui, traditional Chinese medicine, and Qigong, which had their own mysticism, in their eyes, they were not much different from witchcraft...
There had to be an explanation for the problem of training cats, otherwise people would be suspicious, so they simply pushed it all to Eastern mysticism. Anyway, most foreigners had religious beliefs and would more or less believe in these things. Look at the famous "Batman," the protagonist went to Tibet to learn from a master …
"So, you are a Qigong master?" Allen's previous carefree attitude had disappeared without a trace. He opened his eyes wide and asked cautiously.
Tim looked at Zhang Zian through the rearview mirror while driving. Obviously, he was also very concerned about this problem.
"Qigong master... Haha, sort of." Richard smiled mysteriously.
Allen and Tim heard the disdain in Richard's words and looked at each other. Was Jeff Zhang more powerful than a Qigong master?
"To tell you the truth, I am the 72nd descendant of the Ancient Tomb Sect in Zhongnan Mountains. This secret must not be leaked!" At first, Richard just cooperated with Zhang Zian, but later, it felt that it was interesting to fool these foreigners and gradually enjoyed it.
"Oh, we know, we won't tell anyone!" Tim and Allen swallowed and solemnly promised. Although they did not understand where Zhongnan Mountains were and what the Ancient Tomb Sect was, when they heard these words, they felt that they were superior and could not help but believe it.
Tim planned to secretly tell this secret to his wife, Lauren, while Allen planned to use this secret to pick up girls.
"Jeff, when are you going to start training cats? Can you let me watch? I promise I won't say anything! "Allen asked respectfully.
"Unfortunately, I was about to talk about this — I will choose a wild place to train cats, and no one is allowed to watch," Richard said in a tone that could not be refused. Richard said in a tone that could not be refused. It rolled its eyes and said, "But if you are interested in 'Qi', I can give you some advice."
Hearing this, Allen was so excited that he jumped up from his seat and hit his head on the roof of the car! Ignoring the pain, he said incoherently, "Jeff... No, it's Master Zhang! Are you really willing to teach me how to use 'Qi'? "
Zhang Zian was stunned. He had not discussed this with Richard before. What did Richard want to do?
Seeing that Allen was fooled, Richard immediately said, "No problem, but there is a condition."
"What condition? Master Zhang, no matter what the condition is, I will agree! "said Allen.
"The condition is very simple. Every day, you have to prepare... uh... at least 10 different kinds of nuts for me!" said Richard.
Zhang Zian was speechless. So you want to use your official position for personal gain!
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