Chapter 23 Brother Ma who sells groceries

I was very sleepy at first, but who knew that I was not sleepy when I lay on the bed. There was no way, the rough pig could not eat fine bran. Zhang Chi usually slept in hard beds. Suddenly, he slept in these soft beds at my elder brother's house, and felt that he was not as hard as he could.

I couldn't get up and didn't turn on the lights. I opened the curtains and saw the night outside, and the room was already clear.

The scenery outside is so beautiful. Countless lights make the center of Los Angeles look like daytime. The cars coming and going below are like small match boxes in the sight of Zhang Chi, constantly rushing on the road.

When you raise your eyes, you can see the flashing indicator lights on the tops of tall buildings, which are almost integrated with the stars in the sky.

The shock that my elder brother's house brought to Zhang Chi today is really too great. In the past, he had seen such a house in film and television dramas. He originally thought that such a life was far away from him, but now that his elder brother has moved into such a house, Zhang Chi feels that he is very close to such a life.

The two people who came out of the same small place, the eldest brother had already lived such a life, and he was still running around for life.

No one doesn't like to enjoy it, and Zhang Chi can't escape.

I thought in my heart that one day I would have to live such a life, and I felt that this would be like living and not to be in vain to come to this world.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Zhang Chi admired the night that most people in Los Angeles could not appreciate, his mind was like galloping horses, and his thoughts were fluctuating.

I don’t know how long I watched it, but Zhang Chi lay back on the bed and prepared to go to bed.

Who knew that just now I felt a little sleepy, a message came to my phone.

Dong!

Zhang Chi took his phone and turned on the screen to see who sent him a message to him at such a young age. When he saw it, he suddenly didn't know what was good.

"Brother, I started a good business today. There is a song that is very good. I spent 7,000 yuan to buy it. Don't worry, this song will be sold at a higher price. I'll count you to invest in it. After the song is sold, you can wait to collect the money..."

Seeing the message Zhang Wuge sent to him, Zhang Chi's heart was so cold that he had to the bottom of his feet. He bought a song for 7,000 yuan. This person was going crazy!

Zhang Chi looked up at the ceiling above his head, feeling that his seven thousand yuan had wings and humming a small song and flew away from his eyes.

To be honest, even if Zhang Wu uses 7,000 yuan to pick up a girl, Zhang Chi will not feel like this after having fun. If you buy a song for 7,000 yuan, it’s really better to go to a bar to invite a beautiful girl to drink some wine and take a fun in the hotel. Can you enjoy yourself? What can you do when you buy a song?

red?

Red your sister’s red!

How many songs can an unknown American composer produce? How many of them can be famous? You can buy a song at will? Then you can buy an egg song. Wouldn't it be better to buy a lottery ticket? Now there are hundreds of millions in the prize pool. Isn't it better to win than to buy a song?

Zhang Chi was really not in the mood to go back to his cousin to reply to any news, so he turned off his cell phone and continued to sleep on his own.

The next day, when Zhang Chi woke up, Zhang Wen had already gone to work and left a small note for Zhang Chi on the table: Breakfast is on the table, and it will be hot if it gets cold.

Zhang Chi lifted the reverse plate and found a bowl of soy milk, two small fried dough sticks that looked like grandchildren. I don’t know if the two were slaps together, and two small slices of toasted bread, with some lettuce and bacon next to them.

Neither he was concerned about whether it was cold or not, Zhang Chi sat down and swept away all the things on the table, then washed the plates and dried them and put them in the cabinet.

He took out the paper and left a message on the table, saying that he had gone back.

Zhang Chi had no luggage, just a backpack filled with two sets of clothes for changing clothes, and it took only one or two minutes to pack it up.

When he got downstairs, Zhang Chi followed the route to the nearest car rental road. When he arrived at the car rental store, he successfully rented a small pickup truck. He drove onto the small pickup truck and drove over to the address given by the big brother who sold the goods.

When he arrived at the intersection, Zhang Chi was a little confused because the map showed a road, but there were two small dirt roads in front of him. For a moment, Zhang Chi didn't know which road he took.

I had to take out my cell phone and call the big brother.

"Did you see the mountain? There is a big cross on it. It's OK with any road. Just walk it all the way."

The eldest brother was very enthusiastic on the phone and told Zhang Chi about his direction and asked Zhang Chi to come directly to the mountain.

So Zhang Chi, who hung up the phone, chose the nearest road and drove up.

After driving in for about ten minutes, I saw a big broken iron mesh door.

The door was half open, and a man with a beard about forty years old stood at the door with a smile.

"Zhang Chi?"

"Brother Ma?" Zhang Chi asked with a smile and stretched out his head.

Brother Ma is not the little Ma of Chow Yun-fat, but his surname is Ma. He has opened a blog online and also plays short videos. His name is Brother Ma's Ranch Life, so Zhang Chi calls him Brother Ma like other netizens.

Brother Ma has a bit of a denim smell, his body is a bit dirty, and his clothes are mainly dirty-resistant colors. He has plaid shirt and jeans and horse boots. If he doesn't look at his face, he will definitely think that this is a white denim.

"Come in, come in, it's quite hot, right? It's cool now." Brother Ma led Zhang Chi to drive the car into the door.

As soon as he entered the yard, Zhang Chi was shocked by the racking poses here by Brother Ma. As soon as he entered the gate, there were a row of brand new small excavators parked in the yard, with about a dozen of them, which was spectacular.

"All these are yours?" Zhang Chi jumped out of the car and said to Brother Ma.

Xiaoma said: "It's all mine. Not only here, but you've seen that mountain, but you're mine."

Brother Ma said proudly.

"The place is really not small," Zhang Chi praised.

Although this location is a suburb of Los Angeles and a suburb of a suburb, if you can have such a large piece of land here, you must be a rich man. The place is probably smaller than Zhangchi’s ranch, but its value is probably several times that of Zhuochi’s ranch, because even the suburbs are also California, and a single acre of ranch costs an average of 1,000 yuan, no matter how cheap it is, it will cost four or five thousand acres.

"It's OK, by the way, how about your ranch? Have you bought all the cattle?" Brother Ma talked with Zhang Chi, and knew that Zhang Chi had also bought the ranch, so he asked casually.

"I have only bought twenty of them so far, and some of them are still watching," Zhang Chi replied with a smile.

"Oh, then let's go, I'll take you to see the drone," said Brother Ma.

Brother Xiao Ma also set up a ranch, but his ranch mainly did not raise cattle and sheep, but a lot of them were raised in a mess, including alpacas, big geese, chickens, etc. In short, there are less than a dozen species of animals in his pasture.

He doesn't live on ranches, and his main income comes from overseas shopping. However, unlike others, he sells some Chinese products to the United States, such as those small excavators made in China, all in all, big and small, and he does whatever he makes money.

People are all shopping in the United States, but they are the same, from the country to the United States.

He brought Zhang Chi to the warehouse, and Zhang Chi was shocked again. He saw that the warehouse of hundreds of square meters was piled up. After a glance, he found that in addition to some machinery, there were clothing, and even some holiday plastic flowers.

"You have a lot of things here," Zhang Chi asked.

Brother Xiao Ma said: "They are all worthless. For example, those clothes are returned for the final order and sold in the box. I will take them back when they see the cheaper ones. I will sell them when someone needs them, and make a difference... Come and see which one you like."

Brother Ma pointed to a row of agricultural drones placed on the ground.

The body is about the same size, but the plastic jars under the belly are different. There are several models of large and small.

"There is only the difference between jars?" Zhang Chi asked.

Brother Ma smiled and said, "How is that possible? A plastic jar is worth a few dollars. The largest one can hold 50 kilograms of pesticides at one time. The smaller one is 30 kilograms, and the smaller one is 10 kilograms. It's fine if you use it in China. It's not suitable for this place. Which one is not a dozen acres of land? Using this can make you die. Your ranch is relatively large, 50 kilograms, and it's not suitable for small ones..."

Zhang Chi nodded after hearing this: "What price?"

Brother Ma smiled and said the price.

"Can you be lower?" Zhang Chi thought about joking about the price down.

Brother Ma shook his head: "You also know what the price of such things in the United States is now, what the price is here? I am all Chinese. I won't cheat you. The price is at the end. Don't worry about the quality, it's all great. Our domestic products are not bad. If you have any problems with it, even if I run away, I won't be able to run away from the waist of the pants. Otherwise, I'll buy you a small thing."

The price given by Brother Ma is indeed good. As for asking American businessmen to buy these in the United States, the price is enough to buy two or three here.

Otherwise, Zhang Chi would not have gone so far to Brother Xiao Ma to buy agricultural drones.

"Okay, then give me one." Zhang Chi didn't want to quit here, and he would go home to the airport later.

"Then I'll get you a new one. This thing is easy to pack. You can just install it yourself when you go back."

Brother Ma was about to get a new one off the shelf for Zhang Chi when the phone rang.

After answering the phone, Brother Ma said to Zhang Chi: "Brother, wait, I'll send these Mexicans away first."

"It's okay, you can do your business first."

Zhang Chi was very curious, so he followed Brother Ma out of the warehouse.

Several old Mos drove two pickup trucks at the gate.

Brother Ma went up to greet him enthusiastically, and then followed them to drive the two excavators in the yard into the pickup truck.

After politely speaking on both sides, the old Mo pulled the excavator away.

"The business is pretty good," Zhang Chi said with a smile.

Brother Xiao Ma said: "Our machinery is cheap and very resistant to manufacturing. These Lao Mo can't make much money from one project. It is not cost-effective to buy American machinery. I bought the machine here once and followed a group of Lao Mo to buy it from me. Everyone is a repeat customer..."

When he returned to the warehouse, Brother Ma gave Zhang Chi a try on the new machine. There was no problem with starting something, and spraying something smoothly.

After reinstalling the packaging box, Xiao Ma put the thing on the back box of Zhang Chi's pickup truck.

"What are you giving me?"

Brother Ma thought for a while and said, "How about this? If you have a ranch, I will give you some affordable ones. How about giving you three little lambs?"

Zhang Chi originally thought he would give him some parts, but who thought he would give him three lambs.

"How do I transport this thing back?" Zhang Chi was a little embarrassed.
Chapter completed!