After Zhao Ye and the others got off the plane from San Francisco International Airport, they took a taxi. After a lot of effort, they arrived at Stanford University in Palo Alto, San Francisco Bay Area.

Then, with the help of the staff, the two completed the admission procedures and applied for a dormitory for Wu Fei.

There are four grades of dormitories at Stanford University, namely quadruple rooms, triple rooms, double rooms, and separate student apartments. Of course, the higher the grade, the more expensive the price will be.

Generally speaking, this is in line with the values ​​of capitalist society.

Naturally, Wu Fei applied for a four-person room at a cost of US$1,200 per month. He lived with three roommates, one of whom was a local black girl, and the remaining two were from Xiaoli and South Korea.

After a brief acquaintance, the three people left three impressions on Zhao Ye. The black girl was enthusiastic, the book girl was polite, and the stick girl was as annoying as ever.

What, why do you think Zhao Ye knows so well? Come on, this is an open America!

The management of the dormitory can be said to be non-existent, and the opposite sex is almost allowed to come and go, so he just followed the Romans and gained a lot of experience.

How to describe this feeling? I can only say that European and American girls are indeed quite unrestrained.

Since it was summer, there were white flowers everywhere along the way. Wu Fei gritted his teeth and swore that even if the sky fell, he would never bring his boyfriend to visit the dormitory again.

After a brief interlude, Zhao Ye temporarily left his luggage in Wu Fei's dormitory, refused her kindness to accompany him, and left the dormitory alone to go through the boarding procedures.

After dispelling Zhao Ye's concerns about the driver's license, Wang Jianfei talked about the situation of the homestay they were going to.

"Su, this is Mrs. Liu, you can also call her Jenny. Jenny, this is Su, an international student from China."

When talking about this, Wang Jianfei also reminded Zhao Ye that if you have nothing to do on weekdays, don't go to Oakland alone for a stroll, because that is the place with the worst security in the Bay Area. Especially at night, shootings and robberies are commonplace.

Zhao Ye quickly comforted him: "The country is developing very well now, almost every day. When Mrs. Liu is free one day, you might as well go back and take a look. I guarantee you will be surprised."

"Hello, young man, my name is Huang Xiuhui, and Jenny is my English name."

"Hello, please give me your advice when we meet for the first time!" Zhao Ye took the initiative to extend his hand and greeted in English.

Zhao Ye immediately understood the subtext of these words, and understood that Wang Jianfei was warning himself not to dream of doing illegal work, otherwise he would very likely encounter the above-mentioned things.

For example, although Palo Alto is a city in name, its actual size is not that big. As of the end of 2007, the total population was just over 60,000, which is about the same as a town in China.

After Wang Jianfei made a little joke at the right time, he continued: "As for the price, there is no need to worry. In California, a driver's license only costs thirty-eight dollars."

"The young man is not only handsome, but also smart. You can guess right away that I am from Baoding, Hebei!"

After conversation, we learned that this person’s name is King David, whose Chinese name is Wang Jianfei. He is a fourth-generation Chinese from Fujian. What’s surprising is that he can also speak some simple Chinese.

Seeing Zhao Ye insisting on saying this, Wang Jianfei could only say helplessly: "Okay, you win! Since we are friends, shouldn't we celebrate?"

"Well, I have to think about it, yes! I know a good fast food restaurant with delicious burgers."

"No problem, you choose the place, I'll treat you!"

In addition, Wang Jianfei also suggested that Zhao Ye should get a local driver's license, because in the United States, a driver's license is very useful and functions like an ID card.

"To be honest, it's completely different from what I imagined!" Zhao Ye shook his head and turned to Huang Xiuhui: "From Mrs. Liu's accent, it seems she is from Hebei?"

"It's not just a relationship, it's a big relationship!" Seeing that Zhao Ye didn't understand the inner meaning, Wang Jianfei simply explained carefully:

After entering the living room, Huang Xiuhui served coffee and chatted casually with Zhao Ye.

Perhaps because it was rare to see her compatriots in China, Huang Xiuhui had a very good first impression of Zhao Ye. Not only did she ask him to change her name to aunt, she also decided on the spot to reduce the original monthly rent of US$500 to US$300.

In Zhao Ye's surprised look, Huang Xiuhui spoke authentic Chinese, smiled, shook hands with him, and invited the two of them into the house.

During the pleasant conversation between the two, the car drove into a quiet side street and finally stopped in front of a two-story building.

Wang Jianfei released his driving hand, bumped his fists with Zhao Ye, and shouted exaggeratedly: "Su, I thought we were friends a long time ago."

Hearing the mention of Chinese restaurants in Wang Jianfei's words, Zhao Ye immediately thought of his cooking skills and asked: "David, is it easy for international students like me to find a job locally?"

Having said this, he paused slightly and said with emotion: "Su, you have to understand that this is the United States, not a paradise. Every year, countless people sneak here to pursue their dreams of getting rich.

Zhao Ye naturally didn't want to refuse such a good thing that came to his door, but out of politeness, he still said a few polite words.

Unexpectedly, Huang Xiuhui waved her hand and said grandly: "You don't have to feel embarrassed. We are all Chinese people and we are also in a foreign country. Of course we have to help each other.

For this reason, most locals choose to live in San Francisco or Oakland, which are 20 kilometers away from Palo Alto. On the contrary, there are only a few who stay locally.

Crossing the two-meter-wide path in the center of the lawn, Wang Jianfei and Zhao Ye rang the doorbell. After a moment, following the sound of footsteps, a Chinese woman in her mid-teens opened the door.

Zhao Ye had heard about this, and immediately asked curiously: "How to do it specifically, and is it expensive?"

Zhao Ye's words seemed to evoke Huang Xiuhui's homesickness, and she sighed softly: "In total, I haven't been back for almost twenty years, and I don't know what my hometown has become!"

"I'm from Suzhou and just arrived in the United States today."

He was not a ungrateful person, and immediately said solemnly: "David, let's get to know each other again. My name is Su Mingzhe. From today on, you will be my first friend in the United States!"

With Wang Jianfei's help, Zhao Ye successfully selected a homestay family from a pile of information. Then the two got into Wang Jianfei's car and drove towards their destination.

After all, for a time traveler like him with a systematic mind, the most difficult thing is often the first pot of gold. After getting the start-up capital, it is just a piece of cake to make a fortune.

Wang Jianfei must be quite familiar with the woman. They gave her a warm hug as soon as they met. He then explained his purpose and introduced the two of them.

But in the end, many of them can only do jobs that Americans don’t want to do, earning meager salaries, and sometimes even earning nothing.”

"Then it's settled!" Zhao Ye agreed with all his heart, without showing any hint of the lack of money.

On the way, Zhao Ye deliberately made friends with them, and the two quickly became familiar with each other. Wang Jianfei also showed his humorous and talkative side and introduced a lot of local conditions to Zhao Ye.

“What do you think of America?”

"Because you are on a student visa, strictly speaking, you are not considered an American, so you must obtain a certificate from the school. Otherwise, once discovered by the immigration bureau, they will immediately deport you back to your country."

According to his description, the male owner, surnamed Liu, runs an ancestral Chinese restaurant in San Francisco's Chinatown. The female owner moved to Palo Alto three years ago to take care of her son, who works in Silicon Valley, and later moved there when her son got married.

After leaving, the hostess came up with the idea of ​​finding a boarding student.

"If I find a job by myself, what does it have to do with school?"

When he was enrolling, he had learned through consultation that there was an agency at Stanford that provided boarding services for international students, and the staff were usually locals or current students.

When he arrived at the place he had inquired about in advance, he saw a few people sitting sparsely inside. They were both men and women. Zhao Ye took a quick look and finally walked towards an Asian man.

"You can rest assured that anyone can apply for a driver's license as long as they provide valid information. Of course, the premise is that you must be able to pass the road test."

Zhao Ye followed the American habit, shrugged and replied: "That didn't count just now, but now!"

Wang Jianfei was stunned for a moment, and then gave an affirmative answer: "Of course, but you need to obtain the school's consent."

"Where is Xiao Su from and how long have you been in the United States?"

Besides, Auntie is not short of money. The reason why she wants to rent out the house is because she is too bored at home alone and she just wants to find someone to talk to."

Zhao Ye thanked him sincerely, and then led Huang Xiuhui to visit the room on the east side of the second floor.

This is a room of about twenty square meters, with all the furniture and furnishings in the room. What's even more difficult is that judging from the spotless layout inside, Huang Xiu must be cleaning it regularly.

After just a few glances, Zhao Ye nodded with satisfaction and immediately decided to move in today.
Chapter completed!