The American Scripture

When Zhen Fan arrived in New York City, it was already 3:50 in the afternoon. From the gangway of the plane, someone from behind caught up and kept calling him.

"Hey, Zhen, wait!"

Zhen Fan stood still, turned his head, and saw David rushing over with his luggage panting, walking side by side with Zhen Fan: "Where are you going? Live in New York, or travel in New York?"

"Los Angeles! I live in Los Angeles!" Zhen Fan shook his head. "I just came to New York to come and have a look. There is nothing to do. It's ok to travel!" Zhen Fan said as he walked.

"Well, if you don't mind, or if you are alone, you can contact me, my God, I happen to be working in a travel company. This is my business card!" David said as he took out one from his pocket. Handed a business card to Zhen Fan, "If you need it, you can call me, brother!"

"Brother?" Zhen Fan smiled, "I remember, David, goodbye, I may not need to call you for the time being." Zhen Fan said, carrying a small suitcase, speeding up a few steps, and walked out of the airport lobby. . Outside the airport, with people coming and going, Zhen Fan found a taxi.

"Marriott hotel in Harmanton East!" Zhen Fan checked his phone, and then said to the middle-aged black driver of the taxi, "Send me there."

"Okay, done, man!" the driver said, and drove into the highway. When you get to the city, the road is getting harder and harder. The main reason is that traffic jams often occur, and each traffic jam will cause a delay of nearly ten minutes or more.

From JFK Airport to Harmanton, the total length is only sixteen miles, but it took nearly forty minutes. But this is still good. Traffic in New York is better than in Los Angeles. When traffic jams occur, it may take longer in Los Angeles. And more than 70% of the households in New York do not have a car, because the government restricts traffic, imposes various car tax rates, and the construction of public transportation is very large, four times that of Washington, so the traffic situation is not bad. Up.

"You don't come to New York often!" the driver said as he drove, "By the way, where did you come from?"

"Los Angeles!" Zhen Fan didn't want to say more.

"Los Angeles? Ha, it's much worse than here, but it's not bad. I've been there and traffic jams are even worse than here. This is where we are better than Los Angeles... Oh, sorry, I don't know you are from Los Angeles. !" The driver chuckled, but didn't mean to be sorry at all.

"Well, you will send me there as soon as possible! Then I will pay and you leave, is that okay?" Zhen Fan shook his head, this guy has too many mouths, and he looks very self-righteous. .

"Okay, okay, maybe what I just said took your heart!" The driver said, speeding up, and soon he reached the door of the hotel, stopped, Zhen Fan got off the car, paid the fare, and moved towards Walked to the door of the hotel.

"Hey, man, to be honest, Los Angeles is pretty good!" The driver held his head out the window and smiled at Zhen Fan, "Don't mind what I said before, okay, I wish you a great trip in New York Goodbye!" As soon as I put on the gas, the car sped out.

"A very good trip?" Zhen Fan smiled and walked into the lobby of the hotel. People came and went in the hall, Zhen Fan walked to the front desk, looked at the smiling waiter, and said, "I want to reserve a room!"

"Do you have an appointment?" The waiter said with a smile.

Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders: "No, so I want to ask if there are any existing ones?"

"I'll check it for you!" The waiter checked on the computer, and then nodded and smiled at Zhen Fan, "There are also deluxe rooms that require prepayment. The price is three hundred and fifty-two dollars, plus eighty-five dollars. The tax rate is 437 dollars a day, sir, how many days do you want to stay?"

"Two days!" Zhen Fan said, "Can I continue to renew if I need it?"

"Of course, anytime!" The waiter nodded to Zhen Fan, then checked and took out the key card, "Room 8037, we will have a waiter take you there!"

"Thank you!" Zhen Fan received the room card, and then a waiter walked out from the front desk, nodded to Zhen Fan and said: "Sir, please come with me!" He made a please gesture and moved towards the elevator Go.

The room is Room 37 on the eighth floor. The waiter opened the door, gave the room card to Zhen Fan, and said to Zhen Fan, "Sir, if you have any needs, please call our internal number! Thank you I wish you a comfortable and happy stay at the Marriott Hotel, goodbye, sir!" The waiter said, and said goodbye to Zhen Fan very politely.

Zhen Fan walked into the room, closed the door gently, then put the small luggage on the cabinet, and looked at the room. It was nice and spacious, with luxurious furniture, high-definition TV programs, and marble bathroom. And an office desk, a very comfortable chair, a mini refrigerator and a must-have. Of course, there is also a luxurious bed.

Standing in front of the window, opening the curtains, you can see the sea facing the sea, the location is not bad. The iconic building of New York, the Statue of Liberty, can also be seen from the window. Below the window is a long cabinet against the wall. If you want to see the sea view, sitting on the cabinet and leaning against the window will be a very enjoyable angle.

Outside the suite is a small living room with TV, sofa and a small round glass table. There are wine glasses on the table, but there is no wine. You need to call them through the catering service. Of course, you can buy them outside and bring them in.

Zhen Fan stood at the window and looked at the scenery outside the window. Only then did he take his gaze back. Although he came out with a purposeful purpose this time, he was not in a hurry. He stayed in New York for a few days and then went to Ha in New Jersey. Kensack City, walking and swimming. Raising his hand to check the time, it was almost time for dinner.

There is a barbecue restaurant downstairs, where Zhen Fan chose, and this is a kind of self-service barbecue. The restaurant is responsible for providing grilling utensils and ingredients, choosing them by themselves, and then enjoying the fruits of labor. Zhen Fan took some chicken wings and beef meat on a plate, and it was all right, and one person occupied a table.

There are not many people here, many of them are Asians with black eyes and black hair. There are also those who drag their families, or groups of friends and colleagues. When barbecues, they eat and drink while talking loudly. Many people say yes Chinese. Obviously, a Chinese travel team stayed here.

Zhen Fan couldn't help but shook his head and smiled. How could he meet Chinese tour groups everywhere? This is true in Los Angeles, and also in New York. Obviously, these two places are the first choice for Chinese tourists to travel to the United States. And because the Marriott Hotel is now acquired by Chinese investors, many tourists from China are designated by travel companies to stay here.

However, no one came to talk to Zhen Fan this time, and Zhen Fan was too lazy to have a friendship. He ate while roasting alone and took a few bottles of beer from the bar, which was very pleasant.

After eating and drinking, Zhen Fan left the restaurant and walked outside the hotel. He got to walk on the street, and he had a hunch that something would happen. And he felt more and more that this kind of thing had a very big relationship with the guy he met on the plane.

He has seen the face of that fat man a long time ago, he will bring danger, and this danger is now more and more related to him, Zhen Fan simply does not think about it, walks with his own feelings, and here is far from the times. The square was only a mile away, and he wanted to see that famous place.

Even if it’s walking, it’s not too far. Zhen Fan decided to walk and watch the surrounding streets while walking. There are indeed many beauties in New York. Most of them are dressed very cool. Even if they are not so hot, it is rare to see women in long sleeves. They are all flowers that make New York City.

"Hey, man, stop!" Suddenly a voice came from behind him, "If you listen to me obediently, I can consider not killing you!"

Zhen Fan turned his head and saw a person, someone he had just met. It was the fat man. He reached into his pocket with a gun in his hand and pointed it at Zhen Fan. It looks like a gun in your pocket.

"I know you!" Zhen Fan said.

"I know, that's why I came to you. I followed you all the way and knew that you were staying in the previous hotel. I could even do it in your hotel room, but I still chose this place." The fat man was smiling.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"No, no, that would be too fun, shall we play a game?" The fat man smiled, "A very good game, don't play tricks, I will shoot without hesitation!"

"I know, you have killed people, and there are still three!"

"You...how do you know?" The fat man was taken aback, his face a little ugly, "Have you investigated me? Who are you? Is the police?"

"I just know ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and I also know that you are now in a catastrophe, let alone playing games, you are just the object of being played!" Zhen Fan continued, and then looked at the fat man and smiled, "You You want to kill me now?"

The fat man pulled the trigger without hesitation, but the gun did not go off. He simply took the gun out of his pocket, faced Zhen Fan, and pulled the trigger, but the gun still did not sound. Zhen Fan didn't move either, just looked at him with a smile.

When the surrounding crowd saw someone pull out their guns, they suddenly screamed and threw them away in panic. Someone even secretly dialed 9-11 to call the police.

"Damn it!" The fat man heard the sound of the police siren. There was no sweat on his forehead. He had never missed it. Today, it seemed like a ghost. Everything went wrong, and the sky was already dark and the lights were Flashes on the street. He withdrew from the magazine, took a look, the bullet was not stuck, and then put the magazine on again.

"You have no chance, man, the police are here!" Zhen Fan looked at him and smiled.

"I didn't shoot, didn't I?" The fat man sneered when he saw that the police were coming from both ends of the street. He didn't expect that although he was fat, he was agile. rs