The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 40: Esme, my wife, who has returned from a business trip
work?

What a joke.

Going to work is not as important as picking up your wife.

JFK International Airport.

Locke opened the car door, got out, lit a cigarette for himself, and looked at the time on his watch.

11:15.

Fortunately, I caught up.

If Walter hadn’t reminded him just now, he would have almost forgotten that his wife had returned from another place today.

Sometimes Locke always had an illusion that the marriage was over, but it seemed as if it had not been concluded.

but……

He still had no intention of asking his wife to resign from the airline.

First, his wife Esme didn't have this idea either.

Second, he also likes freedom.

after awhile.

Locke's eyes lit up when he saw the blonde beauty in a stewardess uniform who was pulling a suitcase not far away.

Welcoming him.

Locke opened his arms and was enthusiastic.

"Honey."

The blonde stewardess looked at Locke who was walking over, let go of her luggage, and with a smile on her face, she hugged Locke and said, "Dear, you missed me, didn't you?"

The woman was Locke's married wife.

Esme Underwood.

Ok.

After Locke married Esme, Esme took his last name.

At that time, Locke was amazed at how such a fine tradition could have disappeared inexplicably in the East Country.

"I think about it every day."

Locke said with a smile, and after letting go, he took his wife's luggage, looked at his wife, and suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Esme smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Locke smiled and shook his head: "Nothing, I just feel that your temperament seems to have changed again."

Strange to say.

This wasn't the first time Locke had felt this way.

The last time Esme came back from abroad, he felt that his wife's temperament seemed to have changed.

But he couldn't tell what the changes were.

After all, temperament is a very mysterious thing.

And it's not like Esme's transformation from a mature lady to a lolita all of a sudden was such a huge change.

He just felt that something had changed.

Esme heard this and looked down at herself.

murmured.

"It has changed. Aren't we all the same?"

"Haha, maybe I'm wrong. Who told you to leave for ten days?"

"Hey."

Esme sighed, took Locke's arm, and walked towards the Audi A8 parked not far away. As they walked, she said, "It can't be helped. It's the peak tourist season, and the company has added a few flights. But my salary this month is definitely higher than yours."

Locke laughed and said, "When has your salary ever been lower than mine?"

Again.

If Esme hadn't taken out part of her salary to help Locke pay off his student loan after they got married, Locke would have been living paycheck to paycheck.

But that was before.

He made a lot of extra money this time.

The two million that Dickon gave him.

But this money also needs to be shared with Debbie and Dicken. However, if the vampire fangs are included, he will get one million.

You can consider buying a house.

After getting in the car.

Locke fastened his seat belt and drove out of the airport. Thinking of his current assets, he looked at Esme sitting in the passenger seat and said, "Let's go see if there is a better house in the next few days?"

He is renting a house now.

The rent is low, but after all, it is not his own. Locke thinks that now that he is married, it is not a good idea to always rent a house, so he should buy a house of his own.

But Manhattan is definitely out of the question.

One million may sound like a lot, but compared to the price of a house in Manhattan, it's still not enough.

And federal houses are not bought out all at once.

Even if you buy a house, the permanent ownership of the house is yours, but you still have to pay property tax every year.

what?
Not paying?

Ha ha.

Haven't you heard that in America, the only inevitable things are death and taxes?

Moreover, this annual property tax is not calculated based on the purchase price of the property, but based on the current value of the property.

The more expensive the house, the more property tax you will pay.

Take the Star Building on Manhattan's Fifth Avenue for example. It's an ultra-luxury apartment with one unit per floor. Its market value is now about 60 million US dollars, and the annual property tax is 1.2 million US dollars.

Simply exaggerated.

To put it bluntly, 80% of the people in New York City would work hard for five years without eating or drinking, and still not earn enough to pay the property taxes that rich people pay in a year.

Not to mention that rich people definitely own more than one house.

Esme, who was sitting in the passenger seat, heard Locke mention the house, smoothed her hair, and asked curiously, "Didn't you say before that you wouldn't consider it before 13 years?"

Locke smiled and said, "I just had this idea."

He said this before because the Chitauri will descend on Manhattan in a year or two, and who knows how many buildings will be destroyed by the Chitauri army by then.

So Locke didn't think about buying a house before the Chita army arrived.

but……

The most fundamental reason was that he had no money before.

at the moment?

He never thought about buying a house in Manhattan anyway, so the Chita army loved to come.

Esme blinked, held her chin with her right hand, and looked at Locke with a smile.

"Oh, I'm rich now."

"Ah."

He didn't intend to hide it from Esme. After all, they were wife, and their salaries were now paid into a joint account, which made it easier to file taxes every quarter.

"Where's the money."

"what?"

Esme pulled out her phone and glanced at the balance on their joint account: "Nothing has changed."

Locke shook his head and smiled: "Not so fast."

The payment for Vampire Fangs hasn't arrived yet. We'll split the money when it arrives.

But Esme seemed to have misunderstood.

"Promoted?"

"No."

“… Where does the money come from?”

"vampire."

The Sentinelese Special Service targets mutants, who are supernatural creatures, so the families of Sentinelese Special Service law enforcement officers more or less know more about the truth of the world than ordinary people.

The bureau has not explicitly prohibited such things.

They are sentinels, not CIA agents, let alone spies.

Over the past month, Esme called sometimes and told him that Locke was fighting vampires with Brown and he didn't hide it from Esme.

Locke briefly explained what happened to Esme, and then said, "After Debbie sells the vampire fangs, we can divide it. This way it will be simpler. We may have some income during this period, and then we can go to Brooklyn to buy a condom, which shouldn't be a problem."

There are a lot of vampires in New York City.

The business of fighting vampires can continue.

Both money and extraordinary points.

This business is impossible to find even with a lantern.

Mutant?
The poor rely on mutation, we can draw the conclusion from this sentence.

Mutants equal poor people.

Esme listened to Locke's explanation, nodded with a somewhat dazed expression, and then said with a smile: "I thought you got a promotion and went to William Stryker's mutant laboratory that you always wanted to go to."

Locke: “…”

(End of this chapter)