Rising America

　　 Rested for four hours. After getting up at the starting clock the next day, Kim Hyun-tae began to wash, and at the same time wash his daughter's face, change clothes, and make milk powder with diapers.

　　 After everything is done, it is already 7:30 in the morning.

　　 Kim Hyun-tae, who was well prepared, carried his daughter in a baby carrier as usual, and started to go out, riding his second-hand bicycle to the car wash.

　　 On the streets of the early morning community, the sunlight shines through the trees, and the refreshing and humid atmosphere can make people very refreshing.

　　 And at this time, the gangsters and the Orioles who were wandering on the street at midnight have all disappeared. Obviously, these people have gone back to rest. After all, they are not robots.

　　 Kim Hyun Tae likes this time the most, because he can completely enjoy the refreshing morning without seeing the nasty gangsters.

　　 Last night, Kim Hyun-tae had already sent dozens of e-mail submissions. The next thing he had to do was to wait patiently. He couldn't do anything else.

　　 But Kim Hyun is not worried that the novel will not be fancy.

　　 Because this is just a joke, it's impossible to happen.

　　 The novel "A Song of Ice and Fire" sold tens of millions of copies in the time and space of the previous life. This is only the English version and not the sales of other versions.

　　 Then, in this time and space with a huge population base, it is obviously impossible to sell badly.

　　 Especially the quality of this novel is guaranteed because it is a ‘pirated edition’. Kim Hyun-tae does not believe that the editors of those publishing houses are blind and cannot tell whether the novel is good or bad.

　　 Therefore, Kim Hyun-tae has never worried about it.

　　 As usual, the bicycle was locked in the basketball court tens of meters away from the car wash. Kim Hyun Tae walked to the car wash with his daughter on his back.

　　 Check in, change clothes, pick up tools, and the rest is busy time.

There is no free time to work here. I have to start working as soon as I go to work in the morning, because many cars have not been washed last night, so Jin Xiantai and the old Mo who have already arrived have to start working after they have punched their cards. .

　　 There is absolutely no leisure in the work under the capitalist social system, which is completely different from that of China.

　　 Here, you took the boss's salary of 10 yuan, at least you have to do 100 yuan of work for the boss. Only then can the boss continue to invite you. This is very realistic.

　　Daiwan’s third-generation car park owner, he has already sat in the office at this time, but he is much more free than the car washers outside.

　　 After all, he is the boss, how could he be like a car wash.

　　 Kim Hyun-tae didn’t pay much attention to this dumb-eyed boss, and he didn’t know much about him. He is just a part-time worker, and people don’t want to have too much intersection with people like him.

　　 So, except for a few words when he receives his salary every day, Jin Hyun-tae basically never talks to him.

　　 And that little boss would not have much interest in working silk like Kim Hyun Tae.

When Kim Hyun-tae was able to find this job, it actually had something to do with his serious status. It was also thanks to the alien elementary school student who caused the accident and got him a serious American ID card and social welfare number. Let Jin Xiantai relieved of worries.

　　 Otherwise, even if Kim Hyun-tae wanted to work illegally, it would not be so easy.

　　In one hour, Jin Xiantai had washed five cars, and the time had come to 9 o'clock in the morning. At this time, the number of vehicles coming to the car wash to wash cars began to increase, and even began to line up.

　　 Seeing this situation, Kim Hyun-tae knew that today he must have been washing for another eight hours without stopping.

　　 He took a look at the expressions of the old inks on his left and right. The basic expressions on his faces were the same as his own. Everyone did not have much hope for today.

　　Who doesn't want to have free time, after all, everyone is human.

　　 "Hey! Asian boy, my son set up a burrito stall nearby today. How about going to join him during lunch? My son's craftsmanship is very good, and he will definitely satisfy you."

　　 At this time, in another car washing spot, a middle-aged old Mo, who was washing one or two black BMW cars with a water gun, sent an invitation to Jin Xiantai.

　　 Jin Xiantai's subordinates kept alive and looked up.

　　 This middle-aged old Mo, wearing a Mexican straw hat, jeans, plaid shirt and cowhide boots, is looking at him with hope.

　　 Jin Xiantai knows this middle-aged man. Although he is not very familiar with this middle-aged old Mo, he still knows that this middle-aged old Mo is called ‘Diagore’.

This middle-aged man is a dark household, belonging to Mexicans who smuggled into the U.S. to make money. There are many people like him in Los Angeles. The U.S. government has nothing to do with them. They can only turn a blind eye. Just look, after all, there are many low-paying jobs in the United States that need someone to do, and these Mexican black workers can just fill these positions.

　　His salary is lower than that of Kim Hyun Tae, only 4 dollars an hour, but even so, he still gritted his teeth and insisted on working at the car wash.

　　 "Okay, I'll be there at noon."

　　 Anyway, I eat lunch wherever I go, and Jin Xiantai will not fail to give this little face. After taking back his thoughts, Jin Xiantai responded.

　　 After receiving a response from Kim Hyun Tae, Diagore’s rough face burst into a smile, and said to Kim Hyun Tae: “Don’t worry, my son’s craftsmanship is very good, and you won’t be disappointed.”

　　 Kim Hyun Tae couldn't comment on this in his heart.

　　 Anyway, it’s nothing to do. Kim Hyun-tae chatted with Diagore by the way, passing the time by the way, and of course the two of them did not stop at all when they were chatting.

　　 "Can you make money by setting up a stall here? I heard that this is the site of the Nanjia Gang."

　　 Kim Hyun-tae asked the most important point as soon as he opened his mouth. In this small business controlled by Mexican criminals, there are a lot of protection fees to be paid, so can his son make money?

　　 Kim Hyun Tae is a little curious about this.

Diagore had already washed the car at this time and started to pick up a dry towel to wipe the water stains. After hearing the words, he replied: "The profit will be half of them, but there is no food stall in this place, so making money should not be a problem. ."

　　 Obviously, he is confident that his son will make money.

　　 When responding to Jin Xiantai, the face of this middle-aged old Mo was filled with happiness, which made Jin Xiantai very envious.

　　 When did he have such a happy smile on his face, but since his wife passed away, it seems that he has never smiled like this again.

　　 Time passed quickly. In the busy schedule, it was time for noon break. Kim Hyun-tae took over the work. Under the leadership of this middle-aged old Mo, he went to his son's burrito stall and bought two burritos.

　　Trolley-style burrito stalls are very common in this place in the United States. Most street food shoppers use this way to do business.

The street food vendors who can own the kind of food trucks are basically the "fighters" among the vendors, and they have status. Most vendors do not have the capital to buy fast food trucks, so many vendors use such small pushes. Car to do business.

　　 After eating the burrito, Kim Hyun-tae went back to the car wash, used the remaining time to change his diapers, flushed a bottle of milk to feed the daughter.

　　 "I really didn't expect that in this time and space in the United States, there is no junk food such as hamburgers, but burritos and American country hot dogs dominate the fast food industry."

　　 While breastfeeding his daughter, Kim Hyun-tae thought about this funny thing.

　　Yes, unlike the original space-time earth, this is not the world of hamburgers, but the burrito series, and the hot dogs of the United States monopolize the fast food industry in the United States, which makes Kim Hyun-tae dumbfounded.

　　 I don’t know what is going on. Americans in this time and space all like to eat burritos and hot dogs. This has led to the fact that they monopolize the fast food industry.

　　 It's a pity, whether it's a burrito or a native American hot dog, for Kim Hyun-tae, it's garbage food that can't be garbage.

　　 This is not as good as a junk hamburger.

　　 Anyway, thinking of this made Kim Hyun-tae feel entangled and funny.

This noon, the entire car wash everyone went to Diago’s son’s food stall to eat burritos. His father was also considered a small business for him, and he got a good start on the first day of opening. .

　　 But the burritos made by Diago’s son are really good, at least Kim Hyun-tae thinks he will not worry about business in the future.

Besides, his burritos are very cheap, 1.99 yuan per serving, with meat, pickled cucumber slices and chopped cabbage, and the portion is sufficient. For such street fast food, it is indeed very attractive to attract The source of customers.

　　 Take a half-hour break. After lunch, Kim Hyun-tae and everyone continue to start their tedious work again, until 16:00 this time.

　　 Jin Xiantai went to the three generations of the small boss in Daliwan to receive today's salary, and then left the car wash with his daughter.

　　 For this kind of work and this kind of life, Jin Xiantai has to persevere even if he is reluctant. He has no other choice until the publication of his novel is settled and can be used to make money and bring about economic changes.

　　 can only rely on this job, as well as the work of washing dishes in the restaurant at night. The salary earned from these two jobs ensures that he and his daughter have no worries about food and clothing.

　　 Back home, as usual, she changed her daughter's diapers and made milk powder first, and then prepared dinner for herself.

　　 But today he has one more thing to do, which is to turn on the computer and check for email feedback.

　　 It's a pity that after reading his e-mail address, Kim Hyun-tae was very disappointed because his mailbox was empty and there was no mail.

　　 But he was not discouraged. After all, the manuscript he submitted in the middle of the night, obviously those publishers couldn't respond to him so quickly, how could it take a while to complete.

　　 closed the e-mail, and Kim Hyun-tae continued to work on his dinner.

　　 At this moment, Jin Xiantai is not clear about the sperm he donated half a year ago for his living. At this time, one of the sperm will be used.

------split line------

In Beverly Hills, a luxurious private clinic office, a man about twenty-six or seven years old, with long soft blonde hair, wearing a black dress, looks a little cold and arrogant, but has a delicate and beautiful face Female, is holding a document provided by the sperm clinic to examine the contents carefully.

　　 This clinic is a clinic dedicated to the wealthy in Beverly Hills. It provides many types of health care services, including services such as artificial insemination for women with special needs.

　　 And the woman who is looking at the file now happens to need this kind of service and is willing to spend a lot of money.

"Miss Anne, the provider of this sperm answered 100% of the answer sheet you left and provided, and we checked his physical fitness conditions and found that they also met your requirements.", Sitting Woman Opposite a middle-aged man wearing a white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, some bald middle-aged man said to her.

The woman blinked ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Her long eyelashes quivered, her blue eyes showed a tangled look, and her slender fingers pointed to one of the contents of the file in her hand with a crisp opening. The voice said: "But he is a little too young, right?"

The middle-aged man in a white coat leaned forward slightly, looked at the message on the woman’s finger, and then said: “Sixteen years old is a little younger, but it doesn’t matter. Anyway, you just need a child. This boy is the only one who answered the questions you provided. If you are not satisfied...", the middle-aged man shrugged after speaking, and the meaning was self-evident.

　　 "Miss Anne, the other party is younger, but it can be guaranteed that such young people will not cause trouble in the future, right? I think this is a good thing for you."

　　 The woman's blue eyes flickered, and she was obviously moved by what the other party said.

　　 "Good! But we have to sign an agreement, and you have to ensure that there will be no trouble in the future." The woman finally made up her mind, but she also made a small condition.

　　 The middle-aged man stood up, stretched out his hand to this beautiful woman named Annie, and said, "There is no problem at all."

　　 Afterwards, the two parties signed a guarantee agreement. The woman used the sperm donated by Jin Xiantai smoothly, and the middle-aged doctor also received a generous benefit.

But this woman named Annie didn't know that the sperm she got came from a man who had traveled through the tunnel of time and space and was affected by mysterious energy, and these sperm would have a big impact on her own future, so... , Maybe this is the destiny~www.NovelMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.NovelMTL.com~ mobile phone users, please go to read.