The mother and son looked up and looked behind, only to see that one of the female enterprises accidentally knocked over the entire soy sauce pot when adding the soy sauce pot, so frightened that she hurriedly stopped it with her hand, causing the soy sauce pot and the small soy sauce bottle to be scattered all over the place.

"Okay, you go back first, Mike will pick me up in a while, I called one more enterprise station, come to work tomorrow morning, you can review your homework at home, go out to volunteer, don't keep soaking in the restaurant! Mom doesn't want you to be a restaurant in the future!" Li Manrui waved at him, turned around and walked towards the back of a few female enterprises.

Lin Zitan agreed, then turned around and finished what he hadn't done, took off his black apron, put on his down jacket, drove Li Manrui's black Camry and went home, but there were many thoughts along the way.

Because of the differences in language and culture in the United States, the jobs that Chinese can do are very limited, and the first job that most people have to start is a restaurant, just like him at the beginning, he can start from washing dishes without work experience, and if he can't speak English, he can hide in the back kitchen and speak less.

Or not to mention, train yourself to be a chef step by step, but after saving money as a chef, you can still only be a chef, the only difference is to work for others or for yourself. In addition, although it is hard work to run a restaurant, every hard work will basically be rewarded. Many Chinese Americans save money to open a mom-and-pop shop after working in a restaurant for many years, or open a larger restaurant with others.

Thinking of this, Lin Zitan suddenly thought of a funny thing that a master told him: it was said that a restaurant owner lost 10,000 yuan, suspected that it was stolen by an employee in his store, so he ran to report the case, but after the police came, they searched everywhere with police dogs.

In the end, several 10,000-character barrels (soy sauce barrels) of cash were found in the basement of the restaurant owner, about 1 million yuan, and the police investigated and found that the money had not been taxed, so all of them were confiscated, and the restaurant owner not only did not recover 10,000, but also lost 1 million, not only that, but the restaurant owner also suffered a lawsuit for tax evasion.

This story may seem ridiculous, but it can also show that you can really make money by running a restaurant! This is one of the main reasons why many Chinese Americans in the United States, especially those in Province F, choose to run a restaurant even though they know that restaurants are hard.

In the early years, most of the people in Province F came to the United States illegally or through irregular channels, and they were in debt, and if these people did not choose to be a restaurant in the United States, other people would look at you with colored glasses, and they would say in private that this person was not doing his job, not down-to-earth, or something, except that you have a lot of money!

Lin Zitan's car had just turned into the street of his villa, and he saw Zhang Jing's car driving out of front of his house.

"Daniel, where have you been? I'm looking for you!" Zhang Jing shouted when he saw Lin Zitan, stopped the car, and shouted.

"Why are you here so late?" Lin Zitan said a little strangely.

"Alas, don't mention it, let's go, go out with me to relax~" Zhang Jing said and waved his hand for Lin Zitan to park the car, and then get into his new car.

"Wow, this car is really good, what brand is Cadillac?" Lin Zitan said with a smile.

"Hold the grass~ Tu Lao Mao'er, this is Porsche!" Zhang Jing looked at Lin Zitan pulling the car door and sitting in with an innocent smile, and couldn't help but laugh and scold.

"Oh, yes, yes, I want to say Porsche, how can I say it's Cadillac, I'll go!" Lin Zi said nonsense without changing his face, in fact, where does he know what a Porsche, it just looks very cool, he used to worry about food and clothing, how can he have time to pay attention to the car.

"These two are a lot worse, okay?hiss~ Lin Zitan, how do I feel that you have been very wrong lately!" Zhang Jing looked at him faintly, and said with a scrutinizing expression.

"What's wrong? I've gained weight?" Lin Zitan thought to himself, why didn't you feel that something was wrong with me until now?

“。。。 Fat is really fat, but I always feel that something is wrong with you~" Zhang Jing said and started the car, the car was full of power, and it rushed out with a buzz, so frightened that Lin Zitan quickly grabbed the handle in the upper right corner.

"You are so leisurely, you are scared to death!" Lin Zitan patted his little heart and scolded.

"Look, you definitely won't talk so much nonsense before!" Zhang Jing glanced at Lin Zitan, as if recalling the Lin Zitan he knew before, but this guy in front of him has been a little stronger in addition to exercising in recent months... I feel that Lin Zitan has indeed been a lot more confident and cheerful recently, Zhang Jing thought silently.

Lin Zitan heard Zhang Jing say this, and suddenly fell silent, he remembered that Lin Zitan seemed to be a little autistic before there, and now he is a little too self-indulgent, in addition to his cheerful personality, it seems that his behavior is much weirder than the original owner, no wonder even Zhang Jing feels his change.

"What have you been busy with lately?" Lin Zitan hurriedly changed the subject, lest Zhang Jing think more.

"What can I be busy with, pick up girls~" Zhang Jing said this, as if he remembered something annoying, he pinched the steering wheel in his hand irritably, and stepped on the accelerator a little wider.

"I said you drive slower, there is a speed limit here, in case it is found by the NYPD!" Before he finished speaking, he heard the alarm suddenly sound behind their car.

"NYPD, NYPD, pull over in front, Porsche in front pull over!"

"Lin Zi, you are a crow's mouth!" Zhang Jingqi slapped the steering wheel, quickly turned on the right turn signal of the car, and stopped on the side of the road.

"Don't be nervous, hurry up and raise your hands!" Lin Zitan didn't expect that he was just reminding Zhang Jing, and he would say a prophecy so quickly.

"M, I need to tell you, I'm more experienced than you!" Zhang Jing said, angrily turning off the car and obediently raising his hands above his head, waiting for the NYPD to walk towards them.

I saw a blue and white police car slowly stop in front of their car, and two heavily armed NYPD police officers came down left and right, led by a man with a notebook in his hand.

"Hi, little ghost, get out of the car!" The NYPD looked at the two teenagers who didn't have the same hair, took a deep look at such an expensive sports car, and said to them politely.

Another policeman glared at them with a flaming look in his eyes, his right hand pressed against his pistol, looking guarded.

Zhang Jing and Lin Zitan obediently opened the door and walked out, and they were in a proper manner throughout the whole process, not daring to slack off. They are young, but they know better than anyone how timid the police in America are, and if they think that you are likely to attack them, they will immediately shoot you on the spot.

"Do you know why you stopped?" The policeman with the notebook saw that the two of them were very cooperative, and the unpleasant tone just now eased a little, not to mention that they were still children after all.

"Sorry Sir, we accidentally overspeeded!" Lin Zitan immediately confessed, but his raised hands did not dare to move at all.

"Well, this section of the road is not high-speed, and the speed cannot exceed 25 meters per hour, but you have already driven 42 meters just now! The policeman with the notebook saw that they were quite honest, so he glanced at the two of them.

"I'm sorry Sir, my friend just rented a car, and he is not proficient in driving, I will pay attention next time!" Lin Zitan touched Zhang Jing's hand, Zhang Jing quickly took out his wallet from his trouser pocket, and nervously handed the driver's license to the police brother.

Zhang Jingshi was frightened, he was fined $237 last time for breaking a stop sign, he didn't care about the fine, but he just got his driver's license not long ago, in addition to the fine, he also let him go to the traffic school.

He originally wanted to pay the money and confess his guilt, but he was asked to attend classes before he could pay the money, or he would not accept the money, so he had to go to class for a week first, and when he finally went to pay, the court also reduced his fine, and finally only fined him $85.

"Hmm~ This is your ticket, pay attention next time!" The policeman handed the ticket to Lin Zitan, and then glanced at Zhang Jing, who was nervously bowing his head and silent, and then turned around and walked towards the police car with another policeman.