Rebirth of America, this is my era

Chapter 39 Look! There's a Dog!
However, after living at home for a few days, Ethan felt that Thomas was not lovable again.

Because Thomas brings a group of people home every day.

There were neighbors, friends in the small town, and playmates around him, but no matter who those people were, Thomas would brag about his past to them and solemnly introduce them to Ethan who had appeared in the Los Angeles Times.

I can tolerate this kind of thing if it happens for one or two days, or three or four days, but if it happens five days a week without a repeat...

"Oh! You can actually endure this for five days?"

"Ethan! I really admire you so much!"

"I couldn't even make it through three days! I just packed up my things and ran away!"

Evelin’s surprised voice came from the phone.

Yes, Ethan did not see Evelyn when he returned home this time.

The reason was very simple. After being dragged by her father to meet a bunch of his so-called friends, Evelin was very tired.

Since it was graduation season, many classmates around her were organizing trips, so Evelin took the opportunity to sneak away and go out to play with her classmates, only calling back every few days to report her safety.

Linda answered the phone the day before yesterday. Evelyn said she was in Seattle and would go to see the Red Heart Band's performance with her classmates in the evening. Ethan answered the phone today, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't stand it anymore and started complaining crazily.

“So I’m ready to run away now~”

Ethan covered the microphone, leaned against the wall, and said carefully while peering around: "I can't stand it anymore. Thomas is really too enthusiastic. He always introduces me to his friends."

"You know what? A lot of times, I feel like a monkey in a circus!"

"Whenever Thomas waves his banana, I say 'hehehe' and wave to his friends!"

"No! He is even worse than the circus keeper! Because he doesn't have a banana in his hand!"

“Geese, geese, geese~” The super vivid metaphor made Evelin on the other end of the phone laugh.

"Oh~Oh~Oh~" The sound of almost suffocating is an expression of the happiness in my heart.

After a long while, Evelin finally controlled her emotions. "Ethan, run! I support you! Don't I know Thomas' temper? When he encounters something happy, he can talk about it for a whole month! And it's the kind of explanation with different styles, different positions, and different angles! Many times you really admire him, admire why he can talk so much!"

"Yes, yes, I know that too." Ethan nodded empathetically, "In fact, I have already packed my things. If I hadn't been waiting for your call, I would have left a long time ago."

“Ah ha? Waiting for my call?” Evelin was very puzzled. “What’s the matter?”

"Of course!" Ethan said, "Snake Game is considered a success, right? The total number of installations has exceeded 4,000 units, and even the Los Angeles Times reported it. So, I was thinking, should we prepare some gifts for your teacher? Of course, we have to thank Barbara in a grand manner."

America is a society where favors are very important, and favors can be used in everything.

For example, letters of recommendation for college are actually more useful than scores.

It's just that due to various reasons, the vested interests will not allow the media to publicize such things.

Therefore, in Ethan's opinion, it is necessary to celebrate the success of "Snake Game" with the people around you and thank some people for their help. No matter whether those people can help or not, whether they need to be thanked or not, as long as you feel that you can get along with them, they will definitely share their own honor from your success.

Although this may sound snobbish, we are all adults and it is better to be pragmatic.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long while, Evelin finally laughed, “Ethan.”

"Ok?"

"You're very thoughtful."

"Thank you."

"Well, let's talk about this after I come back in July. Earlier this month, before I left, I had already informed the teacher and Barbara. They knew that I was seeking refuge because my family was bothered by me, so they all expressed their understanding. At the same time, they were also happy for my success." Evelyn said, "So, we must have a party, and we will discuss the specific details after I come back. Besides, the profit share hasn't come down yet, so we can't ask Thomas for money to buy gifts, right? Although he will definitely give it to us."

"Okay, let's talk about this later. Have a nice trip."

"Oh thanks, I hope you can get away from my dad soon too."

After reaching a consensus with Evelyn, Ethan said goodbye to his family.

When Thomas heard the news of leaving home again, the middle-aged man was very reluctant to leave.

But Ethan ran faster than anyone else.

He got in the car, stepped on the gas, and drove away in a flash, almost annoyed.

In the blink of an eye, the Chevrolet sped towards San Francisco.

In fact, after Ethan returned home, Linda told him that during the time he was away from home, a guy who claimed to be the owner of an electronic supply company in San Francisco often called to ask if he was at home.

Every time he got a 'No' answer from Thomas or Linda, he was very disappointed.

He repeatedly stated that when Ethan came back, he would tell Ethan that he was happy for him and had prepared a gift for him.

After learning about this, Ethan did think about calling back, but Thomas was so popular that Ethan didn't have the energy to think about anything else after dealing with those uncles and aunts every day, so he simply forgot about the matter.

So, when Ethan decided to run away from home for a while, his first target was Mr. Foberle's shop.

There's nothing I can do about it. Who told Ethan to have been there?

The environment of the store downstairs and the accommodation upstairs is pretty good.

When Ethan once again came to San Francisco, a city he disliked, and appeared in front of the electronics supply company, Mr. Foberle, who was lying at the cash register doing nothing, suddenly jumped up.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and ran out screaming, "Oh brother! Is this God dressed as you? Why are you here?"

"Ah ha?" Ethan was confused by Mr. Foberle's words. "Didn't you come to see me? And you said you had a gift?"

"Yeah yeah yeah~ I did look for you!"

Mr. Foberle nodded his head like a woodpecker and said excitedly, "When I found the game console Snake Game appeared on the streets of San Francisco, I knew you seemed to have succeeded. I wanted to find you to celebrate with you, but it was always your aunt and uncle who answered the phone. Later, when I saw the Los Angeles Times report on Snake Game, I knew why you were so busy. It turned out that your game has spread all over California! It has been sold all over the world! I called again to congratulate you, but your aunt and uncle kept telling me that you were not at home... At that time, I even thought that you had forgotten me! Unexpectedly... Oh my God! You are here!"

Mr. Furber spoke hundreds of words in one breath.

That panting look made Ethan tired just looking at it.

He waved his hand and got out of the car.

Then he walked into the other person's store as if he was going home, poured a glass of water and handed it to Mr. Foberle.

As expected, Mr. Foberle instinctively raised his hand.

However, before he could catch it, Ethan took the cup back and gulped down the drink.

'? ? ? '

Mr. Furber was stunned by this performance. Ethan shrugged and said, "You call me brother in front of me, but you don't trust me at all."

"Do you think I won't care about you anymore now that I'm famous?"

"Oh! I'm so sad! I didn't expect you could think so bad of me!"

Ethan looked sad.

Mr. Foberle rubbed his hands and said, "No~No~No~Brother, you know I don't mean that."

Ethan didn't bother to pay attention to him, put down the cup and walked out.

"Hey! I was wrong! Please apologize to you!" Mr. Fober shouted.

"Really?" Ethan stopped.

"Really!" Mr. Furber answered affirmatively.

"Okay, to show your sincerity, I decided to test you." Ethan said, "I want to stay in San Francisco recently, but I don't have a place to rent, so I'll stay at your place."

"Sure!" Mr. Furber answered neatly, "Just treat this place as your own home! You can stay as long as you want!"

'? 'This time it was Ethan's turn to be surprised.

Because he didn't expect that this guy would be so easy to talk to.

He was clearly trying to trick this guy, so why did he feel like he was tricked?

Just as Ethan blinked and looked at the other party with some confusion, trying to find some clues.

Mr. Foberle slapped his forehead again and said, "By the way, I have prepared a gift for you!"

While speaking, Mr. Foberle invited Ethan back to the store and asked him to sit outside for a while. Then he went into his back warehouse. After searching for a while, he came out holding a box.

It was a black lacquered wooden box with the Parker logo painted on it.

Ethan took it and opened it. The pure black logo of the Century series made him laugh.

“Wow~Thank you, I like it very much.”

Ethan felt that Mr. Furber's gift was thoughtful.

You know, the market price of this collectible Parker pen is $79.99.

A normal person would have to save money for a week without eating or drinking to afford this.

And Mr. Foberle gave it away as soon as he made a move?

This is really generous!

However, before Ethan could thank him properly, Mr. Ferbele pulled out a briefcase-sized package from behind him.

After opening it, a slightly smaller linen-colored wooden board was taken out. Around the board, a lifelike snake was carved, and the snake was chasing its own tail.

In the middle of the board, a piece of white paper is inlaid.

It seems that you can write on it.

When Ethan saw the board, he felt something was wrong.

And when Mr. Foberle pushed the board in front of him with a smile and made a friendly gesture to the pen...

Countless black lines suddenly appeared on Ethan's forehead!
"You gave me a pen, you want me to sign it for you?"

Ethan was shocked.

"Yeah~" Mr. Foberle answered naturally, "It's a testimony of friendship!"

'...'

'! ! ! '

"Fuck! You're a fucking dog!"

Ethan felt that his trick on Mr. Foberle was shameless enough, but he didn't expect that there was someone more shameless than him?

"Hua Q! Is this how you want to celebrate?" Ethan almost laughed out of anger.

"Of course! In my eyes, you are an artist! Is there anything wrong with me asking an artist for an autograph?" Mr. Foberle perfectly demonstrated what shamelessness means.

"If you think I'm an artist, why don't you collect my works?" Ethan said loudly, "Shouldn't you launch a Snake Game arcade machine in front of me and let me sign it?"

Mr. Furber shrugged and said, "Oh, brother, it's too expensive. Twelve hundred dollars."

'...'

Ethan almost suffocated after hearing those honest words.

His eyes went dark and he finally surrendered.

"Okay, okay, I admire you. I, Ethan Jones, admire you!"

"I'll sign for you. Isn't it okay for me to sign for you?"

Ethan pulled out a pen and scribbled something on the board.

Frank, however, treasured it like a treasure. He put it on a shelf and placed it in the window behind the cash register. He said contentedly, "Now, I can finally tell others that my store has been visited by celebrities!"

“Because the game Snake Game was made with the materials I provided!”

Ethan shook his head and snorted at the extremely childish words. "If you think I have a celebrity effect, then you are totally wrong. I am just a game developer. I have nothing to do with you selling materials. No one will pay attention to this."

"Really? I don't think so. I believe you have been noticed by many people because you have this ability."

Mr. Furber's approval made Ethan's mouth curl up slightly.

To be honest, although he said it tough, he actually quite liked this kind of admiration.

no way!
What people pursue throughout their lives are fame and fortune!
However, while Ethan Jones remained silent and enjoyed the pleasure brought by fame and fortune, as Mr. Furber said, a discussion about him was unfolding in Skokie, Illinois, nearly two thousand miles away.

In Mi Luohua's office, an old man in his sixties raised his head, his cloudy eyes filled with endless doubts and anger, his wrinkled lips touched lightly, and a cold voice filled the air -

"I want to know, is this the result of the investigation you handed to me?"

(End of this chapter)