On the boulevard of Peng Yichen's garden, the midday sun shines dappled through the gaps in the leaves.

At this time, there were at least 500 invited guests in the garden to celebrate and bless Peng Yichen's daughter's marriage.

The sound of music, laughter, and laughter rang out.

Most of the young people danced in the center of the garden, and the descendants of these Chinese have gradually adapted to the culture and life of the Star Flag Country, and are no longer as rigid and old-fashioned as their parents.

In the center of the garden, countless banquet tables are piled up with Chinese delicacies and wines.

In this area, the older generation of Chinese are eating, drinking, chatting, and boxing, as if this is still somewhere in China, which is incompatible with the atmosphere of the entire Star Flag Country, but it is harmonious and symbiotic!

Peng Yichen walked out of the office at this time and stood at the gate of the villa.

Beside him stood his two sons, the eldest son Peng Jiyun and the second son Peng Jishan.

All three of them wore the standard wedding tuxedos of the Star Flag Country, as if they were three noble high-class gentlemen.

Peng Yichen walked down the steps of the villa with a smile, and he shook hands with relatives, friends, and Chinese who came to congratulate him one by one, and touched the faces of every child he passed by from time to time.

Some of the guests who were living in poverty brought their own wine, pastries and characteristic Chinese dim sum as gifts to Peng Yichen.

He did not despise these gifts, and accepted them with great joy, as if he had received not some cheap homemade food, but countless expensive watches and jewels.

This is the reason why Peng Yichen is respected by all Chicago Chinese, and he will never despise or value anyone because of their income and clothing.

He will always only decide his attitude towards you according to your actions.

After meeting the invited guests, Peng Yichen and his family were ready to take a family photo.

Peng Yichen and his wife sit on two chairs in the final center of the shot.

His eldest son, Peng Jiyun, his wife, Sandena, and their children stood to the right of Peng Yichen and his wife.

Peng Yichen's henchmen, Zheng Yunzhong, and his wife, Theresa, stood on Peng Yichen's left.

Today's bride Peng Ziyun and groom Jiang Deyu stand behind Peng Yichen and his wife.

Just when everyone had already lined up their positions and was about to start taking pictures, Peng Yichen was thoughtful and suddenly asked, "What about Jiye?"

He found that his favorite youngest son, Peng Jiye, was not there.

The eldest son, Peng Jiyun, said nonchalantly: "He'll be over soon, Dad, it's still early." ”

Peng Yichen thought for a while and said, "Then wait for him to come, let's take a family photo." ”

With that, he ignored the others, turned around and walked into the room again.

Everyone has long been accustomed to his approach.

Peng Yichen's henchman Zheng Yunzhong kissed his wife goodbye and walked him all the way back to the office.

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In the office, Peng Yichen sat silently behind his huge desk, hiding in the shadows of the sun, looking at the Chinese people across from him.

Zhao Laofu, the pastry chef in the Chinese district, looked at Peng Yichen with a desperate face and said, "Patriarch...... He was really an honest boy, who was captured by the U.S. military in the Pacific after being captured by the Japanese people, and has been held in a prisoner camp in New Jersey ever since. ”

Peng Yichen looked at this honest man and asked, "Lao Zhao, we are friends! What do you want me to do, just say it!"

Zhao Laofu said with a sad face: "The war is over, but they want to send this child back to Huaxia......!"

He rubbed his hands together, didn't know how to continue, and finally could only squeak and say, "He...... and my daughter...... They ......"

Peng Yichen nodded, didn't let him continue, and said with a smile: "You want him to stay? and then have a wedding with your daughter, right?"

Zhao Laofu nodded excitedly, and said with some embarrassment: "Patriarch, it's too troublesome for you......"

Peng Yichen ignored this sentence, turned his head to his henchman Zheng Yunzhong and said, "Yunzhong, find a way to get the Congress to pass a decree to make these Chinese prisoners of war citizens of the Star Banner Country." ”

Zhao Laofu was completely shocked, he didn't expect this matter to be so complicated and troublesome, he exclaimed: "Still need to pass a decree?!"

Zheng Yunzhong also ignored Zhao Laofu, nodded, and said, "This will cost a lot. ”

Peng Yichen smiled lightly, "They are all good children of our Chinese, right?

Hearing this, Zhao Laofu quickly nodded.

Seeing that his affairs had already been settled, Zhao Laofu said with a humble face: "Patriarch, thank you!"

Peng Yichen smiled and waved his hand: "If you don't have anything else, then you can go!"

Zhao Laofu stood up, thanked him again with great gratitude, and then bowed down and walked out the door.

When he was about to go out, he suddenly turned around and smiled: "By the way, patriarch, please be sure to taste the wedding cake I made for your daughter! It is the best cake I have ever made!"

With that, he bowed and walked out the door.

Peng Yichen smiled, walked to the window, and looked at the huge and beautiful cake in the center of the garden.

Zheng Yunzhong walked up behind him and asked, "Who should be entrusted with this matter, is it better?"

Peng Yichen continued to look at the garden of laughter and laughter, and earnestly instructed: "Don't leave it to the Chinese...... Let the Jewish legislators from other regions do it. By the way, who else is on the list I need to meet today?

Zheng Yunzhong took out a small notebook, and after reading it, he said, "Wu Jingdian." His nephew was denied parole by the court. This case was very unfair. ”

Peng Yichen's majestic face showed a trace of exhaustion and a hint of anger, and he muttered to himself: "This country and this world have never been fair to the Chinese. That's why I need to exist!"

At this moment, he suddenly saw his youngest son Peng Jiye in the garden.

Dressed in the uniform of a captain in the Starflag Nation Marine Corps, he led his girlfriend, Kai Adamus, through the crowd into the center of the garden, and exchanged pleasantries with friends and relatives on the way.

Peng Yichen looked at his energetic little son, as if he saw what he looked like when he was young.

At that time, with a dream of going to the "Golden Mountain", he came to Chicago, the Star Flag Country, empty-handed.

Unexpectedly, thirty years later, he would have become the "patriarch" of the Chinese in Chicago!

Recalling the past years, Peng Yichen's heart welled up with the vicissitudes of life and the impermanence of the world.

Many years ago, those people and things that happened all poured into his mind for a while.

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