After the product launch conference, Wu Bo washed his face in the toilet, leaned against the sink of the toilet and silently lit a cigarette, watching the smoke rings swirl in front of him.

The $5 million order contract ignited the enthusiasm of the employees who came to the United States for Polar Printing, and they suggested to Wu Bo to celebrate!

Such a large amount of sales is rare in the country, and it is worth celebrating!

This harvest makes everyone feel that the United States can also break through!

Wu Bo was unwilling to discourage everyone's enthusiasm, so he naturally pretended to happily agree to celebrate.

But there is a standard for celebration, and everyone is already heartbroken about the cost in the United States, and in order to hold this press conference, more than 300,000 US dollars have been spent, and this money is still a foreign exchange loan from Commerce Bank.

So naturally, they can't continue to be extravagant, they just find an ordinary restaurant and have a drink together!

After drinking, the group moved out of the luxurious Marriott Hotel, and found an ordinary hotel, how hard it was to put on a façade, only everyone knew in their hearts, it was a white dollar bill, just in the Marriott one night of accommodation costs five or six thousand dollars.

The capitalists really have black hearts, and a place to sleep is so expensive!

The face is beautiful, but the heart hurts!

After Wu Bo packed his luggage, he handed a sweaty note to a Chinese account manager of Yuanda Group.

"Mr. Yang, can you please take me to this place?"

"Harlem?" the manager known as Yang frowned.

"Is there any problem?" Wu Bo asked very nervously, this is the address he finally found out after coming to the United States.

Manager Yang smiled wryly, "This is a slum in Manhattan, where mainly blacks and a small number of Indians and Asians live. The law and order is so bad that it is synonymous with drugs, violence, and murder. ”

"Are you not mistaken?" Wu Bo was a little suspicious, after he entered New York, what he saw were rows of skyscrapers, four or five storey viaducts and highways, colorful neon lights, dense crowds and convoys. He was first impressed by the novelty, and his first impression was that it was a bizarre cosmopolitan city, like a mirage.

How can there be slums?

Manager Yang said with a smile, "I grew up in New York, and I am familiar with many places, so I will not be mistaken." In the United States, if you have the ability, you will feel like you are living in heaven, and if you can't, it is no different from hell. It seems that your friends may not have a good time, and mainlanders who come to the United States will also choose Flushing if they have a little bit of style, followed by Chinatown, and even Brooklyn will not go, let alone Harlem. ”

"Please take me there. Wu Bo's heart hung up.

He got into Manager Yang's Cadillac and finally drove out of the bustling area, and it didn't take long for the noise and excitement to disappear.

Some black heads and faces came and went, while others gathered in groups of three or five, hiding in backlit corners to look at passing cars and pedestrians.

Manager Yang said with a smile while driving, "There are two kinds of people I hate the most in my life, one is racist people, and the other is black people."

I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

Wu Bo reacted and laughed along, but after stopping in a dilapidated building, he couldn't laugh anymore.

The walls were covered with graffiti, and he couldn't help but feel chills when he looked out the window at the swarthy doorway.

He was not chilled by the sight of the terrible conditions here, for he had seen and even lived in worse shanty towns and villages, and poverty was never nothing.

He just felt sorry for how she could live in such a place!

She was originally a proud son of heaven, and she didn't suffer at all.

"Ground floor?" Manager Yang picked up the note again and looked at it for a while, before he said, "If you live in the basement, I won't accompany you in, you can go and see for yourself, and I'll wait for you in front." ”

After Wu Bo got out of the car, he didn't go in directly, he lit a cigarette casually, quickly took two puffs as if he was going to be addicted to it for a while, and then threw the cigarette away.

As a result, the cigarette was lit, and it was endless, and four cigarette butts had been stepped on the ground.

At this time, a girl limped out of the dark corridor with a black garbage bag, she was wearing a tight T-shirt and jeans, clean eyes, medium size, even if her face was not good-looking, but it also gave people a feeling of bathing in the sun.

She didn't care about Wu Bo standing at the door, she just brushed the hair on the corner of her forehead, revealing a delicate one-line eyebrow, and then walked straight past him.

When her face swept over Wu Bo, Wu Bo's mind seemed to be stuffed with pulp, and it sank very much.

When he looked at her limping back again, Wu Bo's tears couldn't stop falling.

He tried to get himself to have a clear mind, but he couldn't. His head was as wooden as a tree and a block of steel.

She threw the garbage bag into the trash can with a clatter, and when she turned around and saw a man who was trying to wipe the tears from his face, she suddenly went crazy, regardless of the inconvenience of her legs and feet, and quickly ran into the corridor.

"Zhao Qing!" Wu Bo hurriedly caught up.

The doorframe of the low basement entrance almost hit his head.

He saw a figure enter a room, followed by the clanging of the door.

"Zhao Qing!" Wu Bo stood at the door and shouted affectionately, hoping that person would open the door for him.

"You're looking for the wrong person! I don't know any Zhao Qing! Hurry up and leave! Otherwise, I'll call the police!" An unfriendly reply came from inside the room.

Wu Bo sat on the ground with his back against the door, put his hand in his pocket, took out his harmonica and, after taking a deep breath, slowly blew into the door. He wanted the people inside the door to hear his harmonica.

It was her favorite Soviet song, called "The Hawthorn Tree", innocent, beautiful and romantic. For her liking, he always used the harmonica to play this piece for her on various occasions.

After he finished playing, he looked at the door, but there was still no movement.

Someone came in the corridor, it was a girl with an Asian face, she looked at Wu Bo, didn't say anything, just opened the door next door, as if to guard against something, and after entering the door sideways, it also slammed shut.

Wu Bo looked at the time and walked outside.

He easily found Manager Yang's car, supported the body with his hands, leaned over the window and said, "I'll trouble you today, you go back first, I'll talk to my friends here." ”

Manager Yang refused very simply, "Are you alone, I don't worry, if something happens, Mr. Shen will definitely not be finished with me." ”

"Come back, I grew up in the headquarters of the Frontier Corps, I said that I started wrestling at the age of three, do you believe it?" Wu Bo didn't wait for him to reply, turned around and waved his hand at him, "That's it, go back." ”

Re-entered the swarthy hallway.