"Han Qianshan! You are dead when you come down!"

Even the noise of the propeller was so loud that it could not stop Guo’s mother’s shouting.

In the helicopter, a man's heart was cold. Xiao Hanxuan patted his father's shoulder and continued to look out the window, leaving me alone sad.

As the Bell 212 helicopter climbed and reached an altitude of about a thousand meters, the appearance of Rota Lake gradually showed off.

This is a long and narrow lake, which looks like leaves, a birch forest on the shore, with a width of about a few hundred meters. The entire pasture looks a little purple.

The noise in the cabin was very loud, and the little boy retracted his gaze and asked with the radio communicator built into the earmuffs: "Where are we going?"

"How about going to Augusta, or Grand Falls? If it's farther away, it's only Billings." Guo Muzhou poked his head out and shouted to the driver: "Can we have the oil we have now to Billings?"

The driver looked at the instrument and pressed the earmuffs and said, "It's about 200 kilometers away, which is enough! I just added fuel in Shelby Town in the morning, boss."

Guo Muzhou gestured to ok, signaling that he heard it, turned around and asked the boy: "How is it? Do you want to go?"

“How long will it take to arrive?”

The old man thought for a while and said, "It's about an hour."

"Then go to Billings!"

"What Billins?" Han's father recovered from his senses and asked. No one answered his words. The helicopter had already turned tiltly and flew to the southeast.

When the flight altitude was stable at 1,500 meters, Guo Muzhou untied his seat belt, walked to the bar, and brought a bottle of freshly squeezed juice for his grandson. He kept it in the small refrigerator. It was still cold when the boy took it.

The helicopter passes under the clouds, and the cumulonimbus clouds are relatively low, so you can see them by looking up.

The driver turned around and signaled the boss to sit down.

He pointed to the bottle in Han Xuan's hand and raised his hand to the top to indicate that he wanted to climb again.

At some point, the first beam of sunlight appeared.

In such a close space, it was divided into two worlds by dark clouds.

Looking from the window, there is a blue sky above my head. Montana's pollution is very small, so it looks purer.

The sunlight shone in from the front of the cockpit, and the sky was in the distance with a junction of blue and gray. When we arrived near the Great Falls, even the clouds turned white.

It was not raining here, and white clouds stopped below the helicopter. The driver saw the interest of several people and reminded him that the sound began to fall.

The boy waited for the clouds and mist to dissipate outside the window, hurriedly sat down by the window, looked down.

This is a plain terrain. The ground with wheat fields is conveniently golden. They are all large wheat fields and look very spectacular.

The sturdy cows have turned into small black dots at this moment. The flock of sheep, like clouds, is full of large white areas, and some red roofs are also located in it, dotting the land together.

The winding Missouri River became a line, with no end in sight, and the Great Falls was behind them, gradually disappearing with the buzzing sound of the engine.

Xiao Hanxuan looked at it for a while and then lost interest and looked into the cabin.

The seats are made of white leather, and the armrests are made of mahogany. They look very high-end. Suddenly, they find a small wooden table next to them. The boy felt aroused and looked up and asked his grandfather, "Is there paper and pen here?"

"Yes, right there, what are you doing?"

"Dad, don't worry about him. You must be communicating with the little girl in New York. She didn't make a good phone call and insisted on writing." Han Qianshan sold his son in a few words, which caused the boy to roll his eyes.

He snorted and ignored him, untied his seat belt, and searched in the drawer of the small table.

After looking at the grandson's back, the old man quietly poked his body beside him. Anyone could understand the gossipy look.

After more than an hour of flight, Billings arrived.

Although it is the largest city in Montana, its population is only about 80,000, which is not even comparable to a village in New York, which shows how vast and sparsely populated it is.

Han Xuan looked over all the way and almost every family brought a large yard, which was at least hundreds of square meters. The land here was too valuable.

A few minutes later, Bell 212 slowly descended and stopped on the roof, where the Sos convenience store was located.

When the company staff heard the sound, they ran to the rooftop to check it out. They probably knew Han Qianshan and opened the door with a smile.

At the foot of the foot is a five-story building covering an area of ​​about 3,000 square meters and a parking lot next to it. From the rooftop, there are cars parked inside. It happened to be a weekend, and there are many people coming in and out, and the business is very prosperous.

Considering the special environment in Montana, the SoS convenience store here not only sells all kinds of food and groceries, but also has clothes and appliances.

A small population means few customers, and other businesses are unwilling to come. But they did not expect that the owners of these ranches and farms are actually very rich.

When I went downstairs to the fifth floor, the employee took them to the lounge and soon a woman came over.

She was a black man with curly hair tied in braids, neatly draped around her shoulders, and wearing a ladies' suit.

There was a work sign on my chest, which contained the manager's position. When I opened the door and saw Han Qianshan, I immediately stretched out my hand. The female manager said, "Mr. Han, are you here to inspect the work?"

"Ms. Whitney, I'm just here to play today, so I don't have to care about us."

Han's father waved his hand quickly, pointed at Guo Muzhou and said, "This is my father-in-law, and he, my son, you saw it last time."

"Hello Aunt Whitney."

"Boy, you have grown taller in two months." The female manager bent down and rubbed the boy's head, raised his head and asked Han Qianshan: "Is there anything I can help you?"

“Nothing needs you to do, just provide a car.”

"Okay, Mr. Han, I will have someone do this. Let's see how it is here now?" Whitney said: "You haven't been here since the opening."

Seeing Han Qianshan nodding, the female manager signaled them to walk towards the passage and introduced as she went downstairs: "The first floor here is a convenience store, and the second floor sells electrical appliances and other supplies."

"Advance up, there are women's supplies and men's clothing. The places we were just here are for work by employees." After saying that, he pointed to the small building outside the window: "There is a warehouse over there, and all the company's goods are there."

When we went down to the fourth floor, there were not many customers, only some young men and women wandered around, but when we arrived on the third floor, the situation was completely different.

It's still morning, and the cosmetics counter is full of people.

There are sales in low-end convenience stores. Those who can put counters here are famous brands, such as Estee Lauder, Cheer's, etc.

The clothing bags were on the left, including Hermes, Kouyi, Chanel, YSL, etc. Han Xuan saw with his own eyes that a girl was wearing Chanel's classic black dress.

Manager Whitney smiled and explained: "The turnover on this floor is already higher than other places. Now it's the time to change seasons. The headquarters is considering whether to do the same in other sos convenience stores."

Follow the stairs to the second floor, the big brother on the counter is in the center, and the 29-inch large-screen color TV forms a wall, attracting many customers to watch.

In the first floor convenience store, the black iron shelves are neatly arranged, the lights are very bright, and you can see the Sos Company logo from time to time, that cute cartoon dragon.

Han Qianshan pretended to take a bottle of water and went to the cashier to pay the bill. He probably thought the service was pretty good, so he nodded with satisfaction.

The old man looked at him like a fool. The female manager was just a few meters away, and he was a conspicuous black man. Did he treat the cashier as blind?

Seeing the employees waved to them outside the glass door, Han Xuan hurriedly pulled his father out. It was so embarrassing.

There were low-high buildings on both sides of the road, which looked very historical. After about seven or eight minutes driving south, the old man asked Han Qianshan to turn the corner and put the car into an alley.

Han Xuan saw through the window that there was a wooden plaque hanging on the door of the small restaurant.

The word "Shuchuan" was written in Chinese, which really surprised him.

Guo Muzhou smiled proudly, walked into the door, and said to a man in his thirties: "Xiao Huang, come on the table of authentic Sichuan cuisine, I'll take my grandson to taste it."

Seeing someone following him, the man was stunned: "Your grandson is so old?"

Han Qianshan's face was covered in sorrow, and the boy behind him fell down with a smile, almost lying on the threshold.

The table is a square table with long chairs next to it, and there are not many seats.

The old man leaned against the counter and chatted with the hotel owner: "How is the business going on recently?"

"I'm not half dead yet. I learned to do some tastes that Americans like. There are only three or four tables of people a day, and many of them are still Chinese to take care of their business." The boss held the big pot, and the flames inside rose half a meter high. After thinking about it, he continued, "Just make do with it."

"I think you are just stubborn. Your dad and I have known each other for so many years. What's wrong with being a chef here?" Guo Muzhou shook his head and walked to the table to sit down.

The first dish came soon, it was Mapo tofu that Han Xuan hadn't seen for several years. Despite its hotness, he kept throwing it into his mouth and ate it while yelling.

"Have your mother made a dish that has not grown, what's the slander?" Grandpa shook his head, picked up the chopsticks and started eating, constantly picking up the dishes from the boy's bowl.

Kung Bao Chicken Ding and his wife came up one after another. When the boss saw that they were eating delicious food, he pointed at the lung tablet and said, "No one here likes to eat this. I specially found it from the slaughterhouse."

The boy reached out and gestured to the boss with a thumbs-up. The boss smiled and walked back to the kitchen.

Han’s father had never eaten such a spicy thing before. He asked for a glass of water and then drank it. The old man sighed: “Just count you as the most delicate, my grandson is not doing well yet.”

When Han Xuan heard this, he put down his chopsticks and pointed at his tongue: "It's swollen, it's still numb."

"Boss, let's have a glass of water!"

Han's father froze, turned his head to look at his father-in-law. He didn't say that to himself just now...

The portions of the dishes were very large, and the ones in front were enough for them to eat with this stir-fried beef dish. In the end, the payment was only 35 US dollars, and the old man threw down another ten yuan tip and scolded, "No wonder you can't make money."

The boss smiled happily and walked to the door to wave to them.

Sitting in the back row of the car, Han Xuan burped while touching his stomach, stretched his head forward and asked, "Grandpa, where are you going now?"

The old man tilted his mouth and thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a fun place. He turned around and said, "Why, go back?"

"Come for lunch so far?"

It took twenty minutes to drive Billings to circle around, and the helicopter finally flew away.

Han Qianshan hugged a bag tightly with the English letter Hermes printed on it, which was a good thing that could make him accompany him.

The boy looked at the roof, and Whitney noticed him, shook his hand on the envelope and made an OK gesture.
Chapter completed!