After Tang Zhangwei and Tang Zhaozong's store opened, it was really the same as Queen He said, not to mention that there were troublemakers.

However, Tang Zhangwei and Tang Zhaozong will not spare those gangsters.

Soon, the thugs fell to the ground,

The guy with a knife in his hand and wanted to ask Tang Zhaozong and Tang Zhangwei for money was stabbed in the waist, and it is estimated that he will spend his life in a wheelchair.

Tang Zhangwei and Tang Zhaozong said: "This guy dares to ask me to collect black money, he is really looking for death." ”

In the early morning, we arrived at the door of the city's town hall, and there was silence outside the car window, except for the gray morning light dotted with chic country houses of various styles. Suddenly, I saw by the shady walls of a butcher's shop that the first cowboys in the West were sovereigns. Claiming that this is the most perfect form, it is no different from the decadent youth of the east, except for the dress. As soon as we got out of the car, we hitchhiked to a beautiful hill formed by decades of erosion by the Missouri River, and the city of Omaha sits at the foot of the mountain. Looking at this beautiful scenery, we can't help but admire. The driver, a swagger in a ten-gallon hat, told us that the nearby Pratt Canyon rivals Egypt's Nile Valley. As he instructed, I looked into the distance, and the green woods, the clear stream, and the emerald grassy meadows caught my eye, so I decided to go to the canyon. At this time, a small episode was encountered. When we came to an intersection, we were stopped by another cowboy. The guy was six feet tall and wore a rather dignified hat. As soon as he saw us, he greeted us and asked us who could drive. Of course Aditya will drive, he has a driver's license, and I don't.

Of course, "we're back on the road." Aditya was quiet and looked almost lethargic. We drove a hundred miles through Nebraska and over the winding trail of Mount Platte to the grassy meadows.

It was one night, late at night, that our train passed by. Everyone fell asleep, and I went to the platform to smoke. We were on our way and everyone was as dark as hell, and I went looking for water and suddenly I found the word 'Hilton' on the sink. Trains run to the Pacific Ocean. The guys are snoring. We've all been deceived. The train stopped for only a few minutes before leaving. Hell it's Hilton again! I'll always hate this place! "But we're going to stop at Hilton just like we're going to Davinport, Iowa. Somehow, the road was full of farm cars, and only once did a tourist car pass by, but it was terrible, and there was a large group of old men with their wives, and the old men were driving, and the old ladies looked out the window of the car while flipping through the map and looking at everything with a suspicious eye.

It was raining a little harder, and Aditya felt a little cold, and he wore very few clothes. I took a checkered shirt out of my canvas bag and put it on him, and he immediately felt better. I also felt a little cold, so I went to a crumbling Indian pharmacy and bought some cold medicine. Then I went to the post office again and sent my aunt a postcard for a penny. Then he set out on the gloomy road. We saw the Hilton, the Hilton written on the sink, already in front of us. A train bound for Rock Island whizzed by, and the faces of the passengers on the Poole Gate train gradually blurred. The train roared across the Great Plains toward the place I had longed for. The rain was getting heavier. A tall, ugly man with a big hat pulled up on the left side of the road and walked towards us, looking like some kind of official. We secretly made up the story. "Are you two lads going somewhere, or are you just going for a walk? We don't understand what he's asking, but it's a fucking good question. "What do you mean by that?" We said. "Oh, I have a playground a few miles from here, and I'm looking for some lads to work there, and of course you'll be able to earn a few bucks yourself. I have a roulette casino and a pitching arena where you can try your luck too. If you are willing to work for me, you can get 30% of my profits. "How to solve the problem of food and housing?" "You can stay there, but you have to go to the city for dinner, and of course sometimes you can send a car." We thought about it. "It's a good opportunity." He said, and stood there patiently waiting for our reply. I felt funny, I didn't know what to say, I didn't want to be trapped in this abominable playground. My most pressing thing right now is to get to Denver and meet my guys.

I said, "I don't know. We have to hurry as soon as possible, there is no time. Aditya replied to him as well. The old fellow waved at us, swayed back to his car nonchalantly, and drove away with a puff of smoke. And so it went. We couldn't help but laugh out loud when we thought about what would have happened if we had gone. One dark night, with so many Nebraskans flashing across the plains, and the grown-ups with their lovely children watching everything in horror, I think I must have felt like the devil blackmailing these poor people with all those hateful tricks, and the wheel was spinning in the dark. Oh, God Almighty. Mournful music lingered in the night, and I waited for my reward—a slept on a bed covered with sacks on a golden cart.

Now Aditya has become a little absent-minded. At this time, a very ridiculous thing, as if it was some new invention, drove over, and the driver was an old man. This thing is made of some kind of aluminum, shaped like a box, and is undoubtedly a trailer attitude. , rather quirky Nebraska-style trailers. The old man drove the car very slowly and stopped in front of us. We hurried over. He said he could only take one person, and Aditya jumped on it without saying a word, gradually disappearing from my sight. He left with my checkered shirt on. Oh! All I have left is to send a kiss to my lovely outfit and say goodbye. Such a result is sad. I waited alone in that damn Hilton for a long time, and even for a while I thought it must have been late at night, but it was only afternoon, but it was dark. Denver, Denver, when will I walk into your arms? I was waiting impatiently, and was about to go for a cup of coffee, when suddenly a beautiful brand new car stopped, driven by a young man. I ran over like crazy.

"Where are you going?"

(End of chapter)