Zeng Gong, like most young people, went to college with his own dreams, but at the moment of graduation, the cruel truth was still bloody in front of him, unlike most people, he chose to go abroad, with a second dream, to the United States to pan for gold. "Xiao Zeng, what are you going to do?" After months of running, he finally saw Lao Mei's long and narrow coastline, and an old voice interrupted his thoughts. The person who spoke was called Lao Zhao, a sailor on this ship, and it is said that he was once a very powerful fisherman, and due to poor management, his fishing boat went bankrupt, and he was forced to join this unknown labor export company and became a helmsman. "What are you doing? Didn't you say that the labor company had already found a good job?" Zeng Gong asked with some hesitation. "You've found it, Xiao Zeng, you're too naïve, aren't you? Lao Zhao looked at Zeng Gong's face with a hint of helplessness, or shallow social experience. "Why do you think the company sent you to the United States so cheaply? It's just a little better than those smugglers, and nine out of ten of the people on our ship have already found a job. "Ah, what can I do about this?" Zeng Gong looked at the gradually clear coastline, and his heart suddenly became hesitant, and he looked at Lao Zhao with anxiety. If you love him, send him to New York, because it's heaven, and if you hate him, send him to New York, because it's hell. But Zeng Gong sent himself to this place of hell or heaven, looking at the prosperous United States gradually unfolding in front of him. He hesitated. "Alas, forget it, forget it, if you don't dislike it, Xiao Zeng, the old man still has some connections in the United States, and he can introduce you to work. Lao Zhao couldn't help but shake his head when he looked at Zeng Gong's appearance. Now education, I can't stand any setbacks, Lao Zhao is like a philosopher who has suffered from the vicissitudes of life, scattering the brilliance of his wisdom in an unknown corner, and he is soft-hearted for a while, but he has created a new family that has risen in the United States, of course, he gave himself great help when he was most desperate, and also made him sigh the essence of good people with good rewards. "Thank you, thank you. Zeng Gong looked at Lao Zhao with excitement on his face, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and hurriedly bowed to Lao Zhao. "Okay, okay, I'm most annoying to you young mother-in-law and mother-in-law, remember to get off the boat and go directly with me and take you to meet old friends. Lao Zhao waved his hand impatiently. The ・・・・・・ boat quickly docked, and in every Chinese place with a legendary color, the prosperity of San Francisco hit his heart, although the place where he once went to school was also a city, claiming to have a population of millions, but compared to here, it was not even as good as the countryside, chaotic, compared to the rows of San Francisco, it was simply a world of difference. "Okay, Xiao Zeng has come back to his senses, you can see it in the future, now I will take you to find a place to live, my friend's place is a little far away, you have to wait for a day or two. Lao Zhao has long been accustomed to Zeng Gong's appearance, and most of the people from China are like this. "Oh, oh. Zeng Gong nodded hurriedly, as if a hillbilly had entered the Forbidden City, and for a while he couldn't extricate himself from the bustling beauty of San Francisco. San Francisco is located at the tip of a narrow peninsula off the coast of California, at the northern tip of the peninsula between the Pacific Ocean and San Francisco Bay, bordered by San Francisco Bay to the east, the Pacific Ocean to the west, and the Golden Gate Strait (Go1Dengate) to the north and the peninsula on the opposite shore. It is connected to Auckland by the Golden Gate Bridge, which has the largest pier span in the world, and to the west by the Golden Gate Bridge, which connects it to another peninsula to the north. The large and small cities that surround San Francisco Bay and San Francisco, known as the foggy capital, form the so-called Bay Area. Lying on the blue sea and white waves, like a giant dragon volleying in the sky, the majestic Kinmen Bridge gave Zeng Gong a feeling of seeing the modern Great Wall, and the magnificent bustling port was even more impactful of his soul, and the waves crashed on the shore and rolled up thousands of piles of snow, but it was too late to sigh, and he followed Lao Zhao into a taxi and gradually left the port. "Xiao Zeng, you can't run around when you get to the place, I have to go back to the boat in a while, we have to return tomorrow afternoon, waiting for my friend to come and pick you up." Seeing that he was unrelenting, Lao Zhao shook his head helplessly, but he still instructed carefully. "Oh, good, good. Zeng Gong was a little absent-minded, maybe he had lost himself a little when he first arrived in such a bustling international metropolis. Lao Zhao, who was twisting and turning, ordered the taxi to stop in a relatively remote neighborhood, wandering around with some black people, and from time to time lazily glanced at Zeng Gong and his party, Lao Zhao seemed to be surprised, and led Zeng Gong to a remote small hotel without squinting. "It's a bit messy, but it's safe, and the best thing is that it's only $1o a night, and you can stay here for 24 hours. Looking at Zeng Gong's somewhat puzzled eyes, Lao Zhao said curtly, but he was also kind-hearted and knew that Zeng Gong didn't bring much money to the United States. "Thanks, that's already good. Zeng Gong nodded, he was still very grateful for Lao Zhao's help. "Wait, I'll give my old friend a call. Lao Zhao took Zeng Gong into the hotel to go through the formalities and settle him down, and then contacted his old friend to confirm Zeng Gong's work. "He11o, John, are you okay?" Lao Zhao quickly dialed the phone, and his loud voice was a little happy. "He11o, this is John, Zhao, is your dear friend?" "It's me, my dear friend, are you okay on the farm in Texas?" Lao Zhao happily chatted with an old friend he hadn't seen for many years. "I've sold the farm, you know the damn Wall Street bastards are vampires, the grass is skyrocketing every year, and the beef is slow, I'm old, and my sons have no intention of taking care of the ranch, so I sold the ranch to a bastard rich man in the East. As soon as John heard the news about the ranch, he immediately complained to his old friend. "Sold?" Lao Zhao was stunned when he heard this, and he couldn't speak for a long time. "yes, I've sold it, but what does it matter my friend. John was also stunned, he couldn't figure out why Lao Zhao reacted so much. "It's okay, it's okay, my friend, since you've sold the ranch, when are we going to get together?" Lao Zhao reacted immediately and diverted the topic. "Juju, I have time every day, just call me when you get to San Francisco, and I'll fly from Texas to Rocky Hill to find you." John didn't care and made an appointment with Lao Zhao directly. "Okay. Lao Zhao Yi hung up the phone happily, looking at Zeng Gong with some embarrassment, but he didn't expect that the thing he had promised was suddenly gone. "It's okay, Uncle Zhao, I'll take a look at Chinatown tomorrow, I should be able to find it there." Looking at Lao Zhao's appearance, knowing that others had done their best, Zeng Gong comforted Lao Zhao instead. "Well, I wanted to help you become like this. Lao Zhao sighed, looked at the time and instructed: "It's not early, it's too late here to get a taxi, I'll go back, be careful at night, the security here is not very good." "Hmm. Zeng Gong nodded, but still sent it out, until Lao Zhao stopped a taxi and drove away, and then he was ready to return to the hotel. ・・・・・・ "Boy, I've been paying attention to you for a long time, why don't you be alone, how about we go over there and have fun?" Zeng Gonggang was stopped by about a dozen black people dressed as hippies as soon as he turned around, and the strong ** smell on his body made his brows furrow. "What do you want?" Zeng Gong said coldly. "Yo, you're very powerful, you're Chinese, you'd better hand over your money, and then have a good time with our Tom, otherwise it won't be good if your thin skin and tender flesh will be damaged." The black man spit out the gum in his mouth, pressed the baseball cap, and looked at Zeng Gong with slanted eyes. They are gangsters of this generation, often doing some things like stealing chickens and dogs, selling drugs, because Black Jack is one of the famous gang leaders in San Francisco, and he also turns a blind eye to them, which is more familiar and fuels arrogance, and now they are starting to rob, especially the lone Chinese are their favorite. "Huh. Zeng Gong's face immediately became gloomy when he looked at them, and then looked at the two white patrolmen not far away, "Aren't you afraid that I will call the police?" "He said he called the police, you sue sù this Chinese boy, do the police dare to care about me?" Black Jack looked at his partners around him incredulously as if he had heard a tale of the Arabian Nights, and suddenly burst into laughter. Ignoring their laughter, Zeng Gong glanced at the two patrol policemen a few times, and now they didn't mean to come over at all, it turned out that the world was as black as a crow.

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