In the eyes of Tang Zhangwei and Tang Zhaozong, Egyptian belly dancing is really good.

Therefore, Tang Zhaozong decided to open a restaurant, and then offered these Arabic dancers and Egyptian belly dancers.

However, this idea was vetoed by Queen He.

Empress He said to Tang Zhaozong: "Have you forgotten how we opened that small shop and how we curried favor with those customers when we were not developed? I'll never forget those days, I don't want to be covered in smoke anymore, I have money now, I don't want to live like that again. ”

Tang Zhaozong didn't expect Empress He to refuse so resolutely, but Tang Zhaozong still opened a store after discussing it with Tang Zhangwei.

However, the restaurant was invested by Fisher Chun and run by Tang Zhaozong himself.

Also took a walk around the town. The faint light illuminated the cold brick walls, and every path stretched out into the vast grassland, and the thick smell of corn filled the air like dew in the night. At dawn, he woke up and restarted his engine. An hour later, the city of Timon had dimly appeared behind a green cornfield.

The carriages were hot and noisy, with some rednecks getting on and off at each small stop. The car moved slowly until the Ohio Plains was actually driving. It arrived early the next morning. I found a hotel and lay down. It was only about four miles from downtown, and I hitched a ride in a car driven by two men from the University of Iowa. It was a strange feeling to sit in such a brand new and comfortable car and listen to them talk about their exams. I made it to the city without any problems. Now I just want to get a good night's sleep, so I'm going to go to the hotel to find a room, but it's all full. Then I thought of the railroad, and I walked down the street towards the railroad—there were many railways in Dimon—and along the railroad line there were many motels, and I slept all day in this dim, old room. The neat, hard bed was covered with white sheets, the pillow walls were painted in a mess, and the shabby glass windows reflected the gray landscape outside. When I woke up, the sun was already turning red. It was a very peculiar moment of my life, one of the most grotesque moments, and I didn't even know who I was—I was far away from home, exhausted and restless from travel; I lived in such an unimaginably simple room, and I was disturbed by the roar of trains, the creaking of the old wood of the house, the footsteps upstairs, and many other annoying sounds. I did stand under the creaking ceiling for 15 seconds, not knowing who I was. But I was not frightened, I seemed to have become another person, a stranger, and my whole soul seemed to be out of my body, and now I was standing on the dividing line between the East which represented the youth and the West which represented the future era, and perhaps that was what made me confused and strange by this red afternoon.

But now I have to stop sighing and move on. I grabbed my bag, said hello to the owner, and walked out of the hotel to eat. I eat apple pie and ice cream – when I got to Iowa, they were bigger than they used to be, and there was more cream in the ice cream. There are the most beautiful girls everywhere. I went to Dimont that afternoon to check them out, and they were all coming home from high school — but I didn't have time to think about it now, and I promised myself to wait until I got to Denver and enjoy it. Carol Marks was already in Denver, Dean was there, Chad King and Tim Gray were here, and it was their hometown. Mary Lou is also in Denver; There was a whole bunch of buddies there, including Rhea Rollins and his beautiful blonde sister Barbie Rawlings, as well as two hostesses, the Bert Cotter sisters, whom Dean knew, and even my college pen pal, Roland Mayna, was in Denver. I really wanted to meet them and participate in their activities, so I left these beautiful girls, the most beautiful girls in the world who lived in the city of Timon.

A guy took me up the hill with a toolbox hanging from the wheels of his car, full of tools, and he looked like a milk seller. Then I immediately hitched a ride with a farmer whose son was going to Adal, Iowa. At the gas station next to a large elm tree in Adar, I mingled with another guy who wanted to get a ride. This man is a typical New Yorker who has been driving for a post office for many years and is now visiting a girl in Denver and starting a new life there. I think this guy must have escaped from New York for some reason, maybe it had something to do with the law. This is a typical red-nosed drunkard in his 30s, and I usually hate this kind of person the most, except when I am particularly sensitive to any friendly human relationship. He was dressed in a dirty undershirt, baggy trousers, not even a bag, and only a toothbrush and a handkerchief. He said we could find a car together. I didn't want to agree because he looked disgusting. But we finally hitched a ride together in the car of a taciturn man, and shouted and laughed with joy; Tell me those dirty stories about him. I kind of fell in love with him, not because he was a good guy, as it turned out, but because he had a passion for life. We returned to the side of the road in the night, and of course no cars passed by, and waited until three o'clock in the morning. We were ready to sleep on the benches at the roadside box office, but the hateful phone rang so much that we couldn't sleep at all, and the sound of cars carrying goods outside was deafening. We didn't know the trick to free rides because we had no previous experience and we couldn't see which ones were more likely to hit. At dawn, a bus bound for Omaha passed by, and he jumped on it and joined the sleepy travelers — I paid for the two of us. His name was Aditya, and he said he knew my cousin so we could get closer, and I would love to have a carefree guy like him on such a long trip. We drove all night and I couldn't be happier! The driver was just as frantic as the other, and I just had to sit back in my seat. Now Denver is faintly in front of my eyes, it seems to be a promised land beckoning to me, under the clear starry sky, the vast Iowa prairies and Nebraska Plains unfold in front of me, and in the distance, San Francisco is like a pearl inlaid in the black night.

(End of chapter)