Chapter 1732

When everyone patted their stomachs, leaned back on the chair and picked their teeth with toothpicks, Li Xianzhe looked at the empty dishes on the table and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

Fortunately, these girls don't have any "conscience". After a break, they helped carry dishes into the study for cleaning.

"Go back and have a good rest. This is the living expenses I personally paid you for this period of time. Take it. Don't hurt yourself."

Before sending off these girls, Li Xianzhe wrapped a white bag for everyone with a lot of dollars in it.

On the one hand, he knew in his heart that these girls came to the United States again and were used by Li Xiuman's private rights entirely for his own sake.

So out of guilt, he gave these girls some pocket money.

On the other hand, he never mistreated the familiar trainees, men and women, in material terms.

After seeing off these girls, Li Xianzhe's life ushered in a fixed model again.

But the difference is that there are a few more people around.

The next day, after filming the scene of "iron fist", Li Xianzhe took off his battle clothes with the help of the studio staff and directly came out of the back door and got into the car.

Because the shooting sites of my girlhood and the Avengers 2 were not in the same place at all, even if he vaguely guessed Li Xianzhe's next action track, Lin, as a driver, often asked.

"Boss, where are you going next?"

Li Xianzhe rubbed his swollen brain, took out the medicine bottle, poured two into his mouth and chewed. The bitter taste that was difficult to evaluate made him smoke slightly from the corners of his eyes.

He looked up at the sky outside the car and slowly turned black. He swallowed the drug residue in his mouth. Li Xianzhe said, "just turn around first."

In recent days, I wonder if it is caused by his psychological factors.

Li Xianzhe can feel that he has headaches more and more frequently. It's not the unbearable pain when his brain is drilled by an electric drill, but bursts of pain.

Just as a sick heart suddenly lives in the brain, the brain will expand with each beat.

Lin knew he was in a bad mood and didn't speak. He directly started the vehicle.

When he left the shooting site, the night scene of Atlanta flashed in front of Li Xianzhe like film reverse.

Until it was completely dark, I looked at the message "oba, when will you come back" sent by Jin Zhini on my mobile phone.

Li Xianzhe just remembered in a trance that they should have finished part of the shooting of running man today. Compared with others, Jin Zhini seems unable to let him go.

When I went out in the morning, I said, "I'll come back after shooting. Wait for me.".

Unfortunately, they didn't simply pack up and rush to the set because of Luo Yingshi's summon.

Such a big house ushered in his day of living alone, which is also the reason why Li Xianzhe didn't choose to go home directly after shooting.

It's not easy to get used to the mode of being accompanied. Suddenly, I'm alone. This empty feeling. Just thinking about it, I feel that there seems to be a constant loss of power in my body.

"Stop?"

Suddenly, Li Xianzhe, leaning against the back seat, said casually.

"Squeak..."

When instructed, Lin slowly pressed the brake.

Feeling that the speed of the car under his ass was slowly decreasing, Li Xianzhe asked again, "where are we now?"

"It seems to be the Cortland Street bridge."

Lin stretched his head out of the window. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop directly on the bridge, so he stretched his head back and asked, "boss, do you want to find a place to stop first?"

The cortlant bridge is no stranger to Li Xianzhe, who once lived in Atlanta for some time.

It itself is located in the central area of Atlanta and is the only way to the parliament building and Georgia State University.

The bridge spans more and more railway lines and is surrounded by seven campus buildings.

Only Li Xianzhe knows that the local authorities have repeatedly wanted to dismantle it for renovation and reconstruction, but it has been shelved for various reasons and has been re discussed many times.

Facing Lin's question, Li Xianzhe glanced at the other vehicles waiting in line behind him and nodded slightly. There is a parking place under the bridge. Let's find a parking place first.

"In the early 20th century, the construction of the railway promoted the development of Atlanta, but at the same time, it also caused the division of the city, brought inconvenience to the residents, and prompted people to call for the need to build a viaduct on Washington Street to improve traffic."

After parking the car, Li Xianzhe and Lin boarded the Cortland Street bridge again and walked along the sidewalk area on the edge.

During this period, he and Lin exchanged views on the history of the bridge.

"The railway companies at that time also participated in the construction of viaduct because they wanted to close a nearby street crossing to adjust their railway operation line.

In 1906, after several years of debate, the Atlanta City Council approved the construction of the Washington Street viaduct, now the Cortland Street bridge. "

"Boss's familiarity with the bridge doesn't seem to be so comprehensive that even the local people can say."

The night wind blew slowly. Lin casually put on Li Xianzhe the coat he took out of the car. They stood in the center of the bridge and looked at the nearby street view.

As Li Xianzhe said, there are seven campus buildings near the bridge, where more than 30000 college students and countless commuters live.

Therefore, in terms of traffic, it is one of the most "crowded" and "prosperous" areas in Atlanta.

Young people, especially college students, are a key component of the industrial chain to promote the rise of local economy wherever they are.

"I have also been ignorant and lamenting the prosperity of the United States. These things are the products accumulated in the past when living conditions were difficult."

Li Xianzhe pointed to a vendor gathering place in the distance. In places like the United States, many vendors will gather in specific places.

However, most of the stalls in the United States take out some useless goods for secondary sale at a specific time in the area near their own door.

One of the most distinctive should be Yardsale, which refers to setting up stalls in their front yard to sell idle goods and flea market, also known as flea market.

And these stalls generally sell second-hand goods, old furniture, old appliances, old clothes and hats, etc.

Of course, in the eyes of Americans, it is possible to sell anything.

Because they like selling second-hand goods and buying second-hand goods.

"I dare to sell everything except old toothbrushes. Dare to buy anything except old underwear. "

This is Li Xianzhe's most direct feeling after he had in-depth contact with the stall culture in Atlanta.