After the divorce, I started to transfer

Liana Valley is a small rural town located a few dozen kilometers from downtown Los Angeles.

The town has a population of just over 1500 and is located between mountains and desert. The climate and soil here are ideal for growing grapes, so a wine industry has developed. Many farms here grow grapes, as well as cherries.

Brina brought Chen Feng to this small town, and they quickly checked into a small hotel. There was no need for identity registration or anything like that; you could just give any fake name, and they wouldn't ask to see your passport or driver's license. The people here were quite honest and kind.

After staying at the hotel for about an hour, the two of them were getting restless. After all, they were already there, so they figured they should at least do some sightseeing.

Especially for Chen Feng, a newcomer, who had never been here before, the scenery was exotic and, more importantly, he didn't sense any danger.

In his mind, the danger he had foreseen had passed, and there was no need to foolishly stay in the small country inn, afraid to go out. It was also almost lunchtime, and although the inn did run a restaurant, it certainly couldn't compare to the authentic restaurants in the town outside.

So, Brina led Chen Feng out of the hotel and, familiar with the area, took him to a Spanish restaurant. According to her, this area was originally inhabited by indigenous people. However, due to well-known historical reasons, the Spanish later occupied and settled here.

Later, descendants of Germans and Frenchmen came here, and eventually, some Asians also arrived. This was evident from the restaurant's clientele; most were white, with only two being Asian. However, after just a glance, Chen Feng could tell they weren't from China. One looked like he was from an island nation, and the other had his head wrapped in a white cloth—it was immediately clear which country they were from.

This restaurant's specialty is Valencia paella, which includes shrimp, mussels, and squid. It's similar to claypot rice in China, though there are differences, but it's just as delicious. Their appetizer soup is also excellent: cold-pressed olive oil with tomatoes, cucumbers, green peppers, breadcrumbs, and chilled, it's refreshing and appetizing.

The temperature here is already around 25 degrees Celsius, so this cold soup before the meal is just right and quite appetizing. The two spent about half an hour eating here, and then went to pay the bill. Brina paid; as a Mexican, it was obviously more appropriate for her to pay here. Besides, Chen Feng had already given her $100,000, and his expenses here already included accommodation and meals; she had also paid for the hotel they stayed in before.

The two left the restaurant and strolled around the small town. The town was quite clean, but there weren't many pedestrians; only vehicles occasionally drove past them. It was like those videos they'd seen in China depicting rural America—ultimately, it was a rural area, just resembling a small town.

There aren't any tourist attractions here. The most interesting things are probably outdoor activities or farm-stay activities like picking cherries and grapes, but Chen Feng has no interest in those.

However, Brina mentioned there was a park nearby, basically an open-air park, suitable for picnics, hiking, and cycling. Brina suggested that the two of them rent a bicycle and go for a ride in the park.

Chen Feng, of course, wasn't very interested. He preferred city life to the countryside. After all, he came from a rural background and had lived in the countryside for over 20 years, having explored all its mountains and rivers. Besides, the rural areas of Mexico weren't particularly interesting; in Chen Feng's opinion, they were far more dull and boring than rural areas in China.

Moreover, he walked all the way through the streets and couldn't see a single convenience store or supermarket. If he wanted to buy something, he'd probably have to drive a long way. In terms of convenience, it's far inferior to rural areas in China.

After walking around for about half an hour, Chen Feng started to get bored. He wanted to go back to the hotel to check his phone or watch TV. As long as nothing unexpected happened after this day, he should be completely safe. In any case, he didn't foresee any more danger. Seeing this, Brina didn't want to force Chen Feng, so she followed him back.

After walking for a few minutes, a pickup truck suddenly stopped beside them, and the driver's side window rolled down, revealing an Asian face.

He was a middle-aged man, around 40 years old, wearing glasses, and a white woman of similar age was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Hi, hello! I'm Zhou. Are you from China?"

This last question was, of course, directed at Chen Feng. Upon seeing the man's appearance and hearing his English accent, Chen Feng immediately realized he had encountered a fellow countryman. He nodded, smiled, and said, "Yes, I am from China."

He said this in Mandarin.

Although some experienced people have warned that it's best to be wary of fellow countrymen when encountering them abroad, historical experience tells us that these same people are often the ones who stab you in the back.

However, Chen Feng's first impression of this fellow countryman who had stopped his car to greet him was quite good; he didn't seem like a bad person. Besides, he now possessed special abilities; if the other person had any ill intentions, a handshake would be enough to tell.

"Oh my, it really is a fellow countryman! I'm also from China, but I've been here for seven or eight years. In Liana Valley, I don't usually see many fellow countrymen. Most are from Japan, Korea, or India. You know, I don't have much in common with them. I just noticed you looked like you were from China, so I couldn't help but stop the car to say hello. I've never seen you before. You don't live here, do you? Are you here for tourism? But there doesn't seem to be much scenery here, and the cherry blossom festival just ended."

It was clear that this fellow countryman was overjoyed to meet Chen Feng, and he rattled off a string of Mandarin with a Minnan accent. After he finally finished speaking, Chen Feng nodded and said, "We're just here to look around, we'll stay for one night at most, and we'll probably leave tomorrow."

"Oh? You're really here for tourism? That's great! I'd like to invite you to my home. We haven't had any guests in a long time. I'll treat you to some local delicacies."

Chen Feng asked with a smile, "Are you really that hospitable? You want to treat every fellow countryman you meet to a meal. Aren't you afraid we might be bad people?"

The man surnamed Zhou laughed heartily, “I could tell you weren’t bad people just by looking at you handsome men and beautiful women. I was worried you might mistake us for bad guys, but we don’t look like bad people to you, do we? Oh, by the way, this is my wife, Riley. She’s a native of the Liana Valley. I met her when I was working in Los Angeles, and then we got married and moved here. Now we have three children, a son and two daughters, the oldest is 8 years old, and the youngest is only 3. But they are all in school now, the youngest is in kindergarten. Oh, by the way, my name is Zhou Ruiyuan. How about it? Would you like to come to my house as a guest? I’ll treat you to something delicious.”

Chen Feng didn't agree immediately. Instead, he reached out to shake hands with him while introducing the two people on his side: "My name is Chen Feng, and this is my girlfriend, Brinna. She's from Los Angeles."

When Zhou Ruiyuan saw Chen Feng reach out his hand, he immediately reached out and shook hands with him. Then he raised an eyebrow at Chen Feng and said in Mandarin, "Brother, you have good taste, comparable to mine. This foreign woman is indeed beautiful."

Brina, who had been standing silently to the side, suddenly smiled at Zhou Ruiyuan in Mandarin and said, "Thank you for your compliment."

Zhou Ruiyuan was taken aback, then said somewhat awkwardly, "Wow, your Mandarin is better than mine! I never expected that, you're really amazing!"

When Chen Feng shook hands with him, he activated his information recall ability and learned some basic information about this compatriot. Several images showed him playing with his three children, as well as with his wife, and with a middle-aged woman from an island nation, who was also likely from this small town.

Without a doubt, the man in front of him, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, had cheated on his wife, and with a woman from an island nation. Chen Feng felt a mixture of disgust and admiration.

After all, in this small town with a population of just over 1000, the man in front of me not only married a beautiful foreign woman, but also hooked up with a woman from an island nation. This must be considered a display of national prestige.

However, according to his previous statement, he has been an immigrant for seven or eight years, so he should now be considered an American citizen.

In this respect, while the man in front of him was quite capable, he was still far behind his junior. After all, he didn't just have one foreign girlfriend, but several, and he also had a Japanese woman who was currently pregnant with his child.

In this respect, Chen Feng undoubtedly demonstrates national spirit and enhances national prestige more than his opponent, especially since he is now a genuine Chinese citizen.

"Since you've extended such a warm invitation, it wouldn't be right for us to refuse. We accept, thank you for the invitation."

"Great, that's a good idea!" Zhou Ruiyuan gave Chen Feng a thumbs up and immediately said, "Then get in the car, I'll take you to my house now."

Chen Feng immediately pulled Brina into the pickup truck.

This is a five-seater pickup truck, which is obviously just right for their family of five.

After getting into the car, Zhou Ruiyuan's wife, Ruili, also greeted and chatted with Chen Feng and Brina in English.

The main point was to talk to Brina, since they were from the same hometown. Although Riley was from this small town, it was still part of the Los Angeles area, while Brina was from downtown Los Angeles. They had a lot in common, and they quickly hit it off.

Seeing this, Chen Feng and Zhou Ruiyuan naturally didn't disturb their conversation and continued to communicate in Mandarin.

They quickly learned some information about each other. Zhou Ruiyuan's hometown was indeed in southern Fujian, and it was well known that people from southern Fujian were very enthusiastic about going abroad. Whether in the past or now, he had followed the trend in his village and went abroad at the age of 21 after graduating from junior college.

I first worked at a relative's restaurant, but eventually I couldn't stand the hard work and I wasn't very interested in opening my own restaurant in the future, so I went to work in the decoration industry with a fellow villager. Although it was hard work, I earned a lot more money.

After accumulating some capital, he and his wife set up a street stall selling jianbing (Chinese crepes) in Los Angeles. After a few years, they had made a considerable amount of money; by then, he already had two children and a certain amount of capital.

So he and his wife returned to the Liana Valley, spent nearly $80 on a house, gave his wife a grand wedding, and officially became American citizens. Afterwards, the couple bought a small farm there, growing grapes and vegetables, living a self-sufficient and happy life, and stayed there for seven or eight years.

The four chatted and laughed, and arrived at Zhou Ruiyuan's house in about ten minutes. It was a typical rural villa in Mexico with a large yard. The main house was a two-story building with three bays, including a front yard and a back yard, and there was even a swimming pool in the back yard. According to Zhou Ruiyuan, he spent $10 to dig it. It can only be said that he made his fortune selling jianbing (Chinese crepes) at a street stall.

The couple warmly invited the two into their house and seated them in the living room, then brewed them hot tea. They explained that it was oolong tea, specially sent by Zhou Ruiyuan from his hometown.

Following Zhou Ruiyuan's wife, who went to the kitchen to prepare local delicacies for the two of them, Brina also went along.

The local cuisine is essentially Mexican-style food, including roast beef, fried eggs, tamales, and tripe soup, among others. According to Zhou Ruiyuan, the tamales were quite delicious, and the other dishes were alright too; even though he's from China, he found them all acceptable.

Zhou Ruiyuan had probably been out of touch with fellow countrymen for a long time, so he was very enthusiastic towards Chen Feng, chatting endlessly. He mainly talked about his past in China and his experiences working hard in America.

This part involves a lot of boasting, with a detailed description of how he won over his current wife and got her to willingly start a business with him selling jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes).

Then comes his entrepreneurial history and how he made a fortune. He made a lot of money back then, but later, due to following trends and competing with his peers, as well as his wife's request, he returned to his hometown to settle down, get married, have children, and buy a farm.

It's clear that Zhou Ruiyuan is very proud of his life experiences.

To be honest, judging from the current outcome, Zhou Ruiyuan can indeed be considered a winner in life.

After all, he initially came to the United States to work illegally, an undocumented immigrant. Yet, he managed to win over his current wife, and later, with her connections and resources, he set up a street stall selling Chinese pancakes. Now he's a ranch owner with three children, not to mention his mistress of Japanese descent.

After all, the other party had invited him to their home and prepared delicious food, so Chen Feng naturally gave them some emotional value in return.

While he was bragging, Zhou Ruiyuan appropriately expressed his amazement and surprise, which made Zhou Ruiyuan feel comfortable and the conversation became more and more engaging.

This guy was quite the talker. From the moment they sat down for tea after entering, he talked non-stop for almost half an hour. He was the one who did most of the talking. He only stopped when he was a little hoarse and had already told several of his boastful stories.

After drinking half a cup of tea in one gulp, Zhou Ruiyuan took the initiative to ask Chen Feng, "You said before that you opened a small company in Xiuzhou. What kind of company is it?"

After thinking for a moment, Chen Feng didn't try to hide anything and said, "It's an entertainment company. I don't usually manage it; my girlfriend does."

"Huh? You're leaving it to Brina to manage? To be honest, she doesn't seem like the type of strong woman. Besides, she's from America, can she really manage our company in China?"

Chen Feng said calmly, "It's not Brina, she's my girlfriend here at Meilijia. I also have a girlfriend in China, who is from Lushi like me. She graduated from Donghai University, and she enjoys writing. She has published her own novels and worked as a magazine editor. She is quite good at the cultural and entertainment industry, so I handed the company over to her to manage. I basically don't manage it myself."

After hearing Chen Feng's words, Zhou Ruiyuan was stunned for a while before reacting. He silently gave Chen Feng a thumbs up, then glanced at the kitchen with a bit of guilt and lowered his voice to ask, "Does your girlfriend in China know about Brina? Or does Brina know that you have a girlfriend in China?"

“They all know each other,” Chen Feng said calmly, his expression relaxed.

Zhou Ruiyuan was completely stunned. He had thought that his long, boastful talk to Chen Feng, filled with bragging, would be enough to make Chen Feng incredibly envious. But Chen Feng's two simple sentences were what made him the most envious.

After all, he's been through this before. He kept his affair with his Japanese lover a secret from his wife, not daring to reveal it at all; and his Japanese lover was the same, because she also had a husband.

Therefore, he had never mentioned this to anyone, nor dared to. But Chen Feng had said it so openly. As a fellow man, and a man from the same country, he couldn't help but feel envious. (End of Chapter)