Half a bowl of blackberries was left in my hand within two minutes. Jian Heng only ate half of them, and most of them were in the mouths of Winnie and instant noodles. Especially Winnie, not only did he eat blackberries, but he started to add a box of blackberries.

"Okay, okay, wait, I'll get some more for you, look at your unpromising look!" Jian Hengyi bent down and stretched out his hand, and picked the box out of Winnie's arms.

Just as I was about to go into the space to pick a box for Winnie, I looked up and saw Sun Siwei and He Ye walking side by side towards the house.

Seeing these two people coming back, Jian Heng stopped entering the space. He walked to the door and opened the door and waited for them.

"Why are you back now?" Jian Heng looked at his watch and asked.

"It's almost time to eat, why don't you come back to do it?" Sun Siwei smiled and reached out and pulled Jian Heng away: "Don't block the door, do you know if it's cold outside!"

Jian Heng turned his body sideways and let the two of them in. He followed him into the house. As for the bodyguard behind him, Jian Heng was not in the mood to care about him at this moment.

As soon as He Ye entered the door, he said to Jian Heng: "I want to hire a helicopter in the afternoon and take us around here and take a look at the snow scene. What do you think?"

"Leave this to me. When I come here, I can't let you pay for it if I want to take a helicopter." Jian Heng said with a smile while taking out his cell phone.

I called and asked about the places nearby where helicopters could be rented and called them one by one. There are quite a lot of helicopters in the United States, especially where almost all of them are large and small ranches. Many slightly larger ranches are equipped with helicopters. For them, helicopters are a production equipment, not a noble tool to show off their wealth.

If you want to rent a helicopter in China, it will cost tens of thousands of dollars for an hour. It is much cheaper in the United States and cannot be said to be more like a taxi, but ordinary middle-class people can rent it and take off and play in the sky for two trips.

But today there was a ghost. After a round of calls, Jian Heng didn’t rent a helicopter. He put down the phone and said helplessly to the two of them: "I’m sorry, both of you. Today, all the places I know about helicopters have been rented out. You can’t blame me for this. If you want to blame, you can blame those bounty hunters!"

Sun Siwei was a little disappointed when she heard this, but she said, "It's understandable, it's okay if you can't rent it!"

After hearing this, He Ye thought for a while and took out his cell phone: "Wait, I'll call you, maybe I can get one for free."

Jian Heng knew that he had many ways and knew more people in the United States, more people knew more than half of Jian Heng’s Americans in the United States, and they were much higher in the level.

After calling for two or three minutes, He Ye smiled and put down the phone: "Yes, but it's not a helicopter but a propeller plane coming over in a while, about half an hour."

"Propeller plane?"

Jian Heng was a little doubtful that this kind of propeller aircraft could be equipped with three people, because in his impression, the term propeller aircraft jumped out, and it was a fighter aircraft, and the two seats were either just one. Not only that, the propeller aircraft owned in the farm were all used for spraying pesticides or other purposes, so it was impossible for many people to sit.

"Well, propeller plane" He Ye said with a smile.

"Can we sit down the three of us?" asked Sun Siwei.

When Jian Heng heard Sun Siwei's question, he understood that this person was the same as his own. When he heard the propeller plane, he immediately thought of two seats and one seat.

He Ye smiled and said, "You can sit down, let alone the three of us, even if you can sit down again, of course, not to mention the fat guy like Sun Yue who is talking about crosstalk."

There was a plane coming over to take everyone up for a walk. Jian Heng was quite happy and asked at the two of them: "What, how about listening to the story in the bar?"

When talking about listening to the story, Sun Siwei said, "You are so embarrassed to mention this?"

Jian Heng asked in surprise: "What are you embarrassed to mention?"

"The story is much more exciting than yours. Really, you really should go to the bar to hear how they tell the story of the Wolf King!" He Ye said.

Sun Siwei said: "Others say that, Mr. He translates it for me from time to time. I was a little fascinated by listening to it. This wolf is too powerful. Most people don't have its IQ!"

"As for the story, you're still taking it seriously!"

Jian Heng knows such things too well, just like a few people passing messages, starting from the second one, and if five or six go on, good things can be passed on to you as bad things. As for the story of the Wolf King, it naturally feels even more unreliable.

It’s not that Jian Heng has not heard this story. At first, he thought it was a bit reliable, but the more he heard it, it became more and more lingering, and it became a mythical novel like Journey to the West. Jian Heng felt suspicious in his heart.

"So many bounty hunters and so many ranchers didn't catch a wolf. Not only did they not catch the wolf constantly being beaten by the wolf pack and bite the livestock to death, but you also said that this thing is not magical?" Sun Siwei believed in the story he heard, or he was willing to believe in the magical wolf king.

Isn’t there a saying that people only believe in what they are willing to believe. Now Sun Siwei is quite willing to believe in the authenticity of the Wolf King, which satisfies his taste.

He Ye smiled. He was curious, but he didn't completely believe in things like Revenge Wolf King and Shadow of Death. He also felt that sometimes what people say has been secondary processing, and should not be trusted easily, nor should he believe it all.

"I'm a little hungry when I get something to eat." Sun Siwei touched his stomach and said to Jian Heng.

Jian Heng originally wanted to argue with him that the hot pot was not full, or something, but when he thought that the customer had to swallow the words back: "Do you want to come some?"

He Ye waved his hands: "I don't need it!"

He glanced at the bodyguard and found that he had a dead face at him. Then he shook his head, turned around and went to the kitchen, took a loaf of bread and broke it into three portions, gave it to Sun Siwei in one piece, and left a piece himself, and handed the rest to He Ye.

"Baggy Bag!" He Ye reached out and took it over and said, then opened his mouth and bit it.

"This baguette is done well," He Ye said.

Sun Siwei was also chewing beautifully at this time: "Well, this bread feels like the way we ate when we were young!"

"What did you do?" He Ye asked.

"I don't have such skills? I bought it outside. There is a very famous bakery in the small town in the west. Daba and Xiao will buy a little when they are greedy," Jian Heng replied.

"It is rare to eat such bread in China," said Sun Siwei.

Jian Heng naturally understood what he meant. Many breads were added with various additives for taste and other things. Not to mention anything else, as long as you go to the supermarket to check out the string of additives behind the bread, you will understand it. But the bread here is baked from the old method, without any additives, and the taste is similar to what everyone ate when they were young, and it is the original taste of flour baking.

I have to say that Americans are quite honest in small businesses. The honesty here does not mean that all small businesses are like this, and there are also bad guys who use inferior products as good ones.

Here I just say that most of the business is quite reliable. If there is no such thing as adding randomly there, there are also regulations that indicate it in a prominent position. It will not be as if it is said to be in a scattered place. Then, if you don’t notice it, you will have a small word with a strange character: This interpretation right belongs to our store.

After three of them drank a loaf of bread, He Ye looked up at the table: "Find a flatter place so that the plane can descend! Just the grass and cement floor, it is better to be cement floor, which is flattering."

Jian Heng thought for a while: "Okay, let's go west, there is a piece of cement floor there, about 300 meters in length, which should be enough, right? Not far from here, it's about twenty minutes to walk, and three or four minutes to ride a motorcycle."

"It's almost done, let's go!" He Ye stretched out his finger and pointed at the watch on his wrist, indicating that everyone was almost stamping and it was time to go out.

Jian Heng looked at it and felt that it was almost time to leave. He also had to ride a snowmobile. In addition, he had to leave some spare time to come out.
Chapter completed!