Two days later.
The Indians fled to death, and it was determined that the danger was over, and the children of Kanfan Farm began to resume school.
Yunique, like other children, put on her school uniform, picked up her schoolbag, and got on the school bus.
Zhang Jing paid attention to Yunique while looking for salvage ships. He contacted Mike in many ways. Unexpectedly, the world is so big, but there are only a handful of deep-sea salvage ships.
The point is, every ship owner knew Zhang Jing and refused to rent out.
Zhang Jing probably knew the reason. He just killed a captain and a first mate. Is it necessary to be so nervous?
After several days of searching to no avail, Mike Jianyi, who looked a bit like Ning Caichen, said, "oss, let's buy an underwater robot first. With the underwater shipwreck map you bought before, first find the July issue, and then Let’s consider the salvage issue again.”
During the last salvage operation, Zhang Jing spent 490,000 yuan to purchase a distribution map of underwater shipwrecks in the Florida Strait. At that time, the seller was not allowed to resell it and give it away to others.
The reason why the seller has all the pictures of shipwrecks is because they have an advanced seabed surveying vessel that scans the seafloor and models it, analyzing which ones are sunken ships and which ones are just corals and stones.
With no other option, Zhang Jing accepted Mike's suggestion and called Xu Jiu.
Xu Jiu was in downtown Los Angeles, receiving two important customers in a four-story commercial building. When he received a call from Zhang Jing, he apologized to the customer and went out and pressed the answer button.
"Good afternoon, what's the matter?" Xu Jiu, who was dressed in a highly professional attire, asked.
Zhang Jing asked on the phone, "How is my salvage boat?"
"The salvage ship is still under construction. It is estimated that the construction period will be four years, and it will take about two and a half to three years."
"Where is the deep-sea robot?" Zhang Jing asked unwillingly.
"They will be delivered to you together with the salvage ship, which is still under construction."
"I need a deep-sea robot that can dive to 1,000 meters," Zhang Jing said of the difficulty, "Can you help me?"
"I'm currently receiving clients and will message you back later."
Zhang Jingdao thanked her and quickly hung up the phone so as not to disturb her work.
Just as I hung up, the phone rang again, and a strange caller came in, "Hello, is this Mr. Zhang?"
"If you don't buy insurance, don't buy a car, don't ask me who I am, then..."
"I am Ray Wagner, the principal of Wharton Middle School," said the stranger on the phone. "When the students registered their school information, it was stated that you are the legal guardian of Yunique and Mattim. Can you come to the school now?"
The guardian of the twin brother and sister was originally their uncle who was a gambler and a drug addict. Barbie used her money power to get the guardianship rights into Zhang Jing's hands.
Not knowing what was going on, Zhang Jing responded politely, "I'm coming over now and I'll be there in forty minutes."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jing looked at Mike, "If nothing else, we should be going to Florida soon. You tell Feilai and Jamie that we will go together then. I'll go to school."
Mike should be.
After seeing off Mike and saying hello to his girlfriend, Zhang Jing hurried out. Wharton Middle School is about 267 kilometers away from the farm and is located in the suburbs of Oxnard County. It is considered a relatively good school district.
In most cases, the housing in good school districts in Long Country is for old and poor schools, while the housing in Citi's school districts are all in middle-class or wealthy areas. The reason for this situation is partly related to the tax system.
Every year, the Yamen will send a property tax payment notice, which clearly states several uses of the property tax, one of which is investment in education.
In other words, where there are more property taxes, there are more education funds, and the schools will naturally be better; of course, this is not an absolute situation, just the majority. After all, the educational results depend on the teachers and students themselves, and parents are also very important.
There were not many vehicles on the road at noon, so Zhang Jing quickly arrived at Wharton Middle School, which is mainly brown buildings. Interestingly, the tallest building in the school only has three floors, and most of them only have one floor.
There are three flagpoles erected at the entrance, with the Stars and Stripes fluttering in the wind in the middle, and the other two should be school flags.
There are also some tall palm trees in front of the school, which look very old.
"Mr. Zhang," a clothesman said
A well-dressed middle-aged white man was waiting at the school gate, "Behind Building C of the principal's office, he is waiting for you."
"I am," Zhang Jing said in a friendly manner, "Thank you."
While talking, Zhang Jing noticed that twenty meters to the right of the school gate, under a banana tree, a homeless woman was polishing her own shoes. Another homeless woman approached quietly and snatched away the shoes she was polishing at a lightning speed. shoe.
This scene happened quickly and suddenly. It took several seconds to react, and the woman who was robbed began to sob softly.
Zhang Jing sighed in his heart, why should the poor man embarrass the poor man? He apologized to the man in front of him, and then walked towards the woman who was robbed.
The woman was sitting on the ground sobbing softly. Zhang Jing took out ten meters of yuan from his pocket and gently placed it in front of her.
After putting down the money, Zhang Jing planned to leave and go see the principal.
At this time, the woman looked up at Zhang Jing and said gratefully, "Thank you, thank you very much."
Zhang Jing was attracted by the woman's face and eyes and stopped.
Looking at the woman, she is about twenty, with delicate skin and innocent eyes, she looks cute.
The characteristic is the tattoos on her face, which look like three Neptune's forks, centered on the nose, one on each cheek, and the other extending from the top of the bridge of the nose, through the center of the eyebrows, to the root of the forehead.
"You're welcome, what's your name?" Zhang Jing asked.
The woman stood up from the ground barefoot, took a step back, stood one meter in front of Zhang Jing, and replied with a slight restraint, "My name is Britney."
At this time, Zhang Jing discovered that her speaking voice was very "tender" and "crisp", and her enunciation was clearer than most people, and she did not look like a medicine god.
"Where are you from?" Zhang Jing asked in chat.
"Utah."
"Did you grow up with your parents?"
"No," the girl shook her head, "No."
"No?" Zhang Jing asked strangely.
"Yes, I don't really have a father. They don't need to adopt me, they just take care of me."
"So did you grow up in an adoptive family or in a child welfare institution?"
"No," the girl denied, "Basically I grew up alone."
"Alone?" Zhang Jing asked in an uncertain tone.
"Yes." The girl replied affirmatively, her eyes already moist as she spoke.
"Did your mother abandon you, or..." Zhang Jing asked tentatively.
"Yes." The girl interrupted Zhang Jing.
It was obvious that the girl was suppressing her sadness, and Zhang Jing expressed his apology, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this."
"It's okay," the girl said, trying not to shed tears, "I'm used to it."
It was still early, so Zhang Jing asked the girl: "Have you graduated from high school?"
"Yes," the girl introduced, "Washington High School in Utah, there is free food there."
"Then why did you come to Los Angeles?"
"I got on a long-distance bus, originally planning to go to Boston, and when I woke up, people were already here."
"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Zhang Jing asked again, "Have they provided you with any help?"
"No, I have been alone since I was 4 years old."
"4 years old?" Zhang Jing was surprised. His parents divorced when he was 5 years old and they didn't want him. Fortunately, he had a grandfather. "How was your childhood?"
The girl sniffed to prevent the snot from falling, and replied: "I just lived a very lonely life, very lonely. I had no friends, no friends, no toys. I just grew up on the street."
Zhang Jing felt sour, how could anyone be worse off than him? Did he meet a competitor at the back door of Hua Mansion?
Seeing that Zhang Jing sympathized with her, the optimistic girl forced a smile and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm used to it."
"Have you ever come into contact with D?" Zhang Jing asked with concern.
"Yes," the girl recalled, "probably when I was 4 or 5 years old."
Zhang Jing's scalp was numb, "Are you still in contact with me now?"
"No, I haven't touched them in four or five years."
Zhang Jing believed that the girl was not lying because her skin was very good, she was not too thin, and her eyes were bright.
"Where did you go after high school?" Similar to the situation in Long Country, Citi Country also has vocational education, so Zhang Jing had this question.
"After high school, I went to take the nursing certificate exam. I dropped out of school and didn't take the state exam." As she spoke, the girl kept a smile on her face and at the corners of her mouth, looking optimistic.
"What happens after that?" Zhang Jing asked.
"I've been living on the streets for almost half a year since then. Before the new winter came, I hitched a ride to California."
"Did you enjoy your stay?"
"I don't really like it. It's a bit cold in winter. It would be better if it was in Florida. I originally planned to go to Wilmington first and then to Florida, but I ended up here unexpectedly."
After talking to this point, Zhang Jing still didn't believe that anyone was worse off than him, "Did you really start wandering on the streets when you were 4 years old?"
"Yes." The girl answered affirmatively with a smile.
"Did you really have no friends or anyone you knew when you were a child?"
"No," the girl shook her head, "It's just me."
This is too miserable. Although Zhang Jing is also miserable, at least he still has his grandfather and at least his friends from the village to play in the mud with. "Have you ever tried to apply for affordable housing?"
"Yes, I go to T every morning and ask. They try to check if there is any available. This is the only thing I can do, but there are too many people in line."
"Do you have any plans or goals for the future?"
"Yes, I want to find a job and escape homelessness, but I have no place to live, no address."
From the beginning of the chat to now, the corner of the girl's eyes is a little warm, but the corner of her mouth has been smiling.
But she didn't know that she thought she was laughing, but it was actually almost like crying.
"I'm leaving," Zhang Jing tentatively said, "You have nothing to say to me."
"Yes," the girl held up the ten dollars in her hand, "Thank you for your help. I hope you are in a good mood every day. I love you."
Zhang Jing was almost moved to tears by Britney. He pointed sideways at the x5 parked in the parking space in front of the school, "Did you see that black car?"
"Yes," Britney looked in the direction of Zhang Jing's finger, "I saw it."
"I'll go into school for a while. You wait for me in the car. I'll give you a job and a bed."
As if she had been hit by an Easter egg, Britney looked unbelievable and very surprised. She touched her cheeks with both hands and asked, "Really?"
"real."
While talking, Zhang Jing opened the car door remotely.
