"Here you go, it's all Chinatown, I know these 5, and there may be, I don't know." Zhou Xiaoli snatched Hong Tao's map, took out a pencil, drew a few forks on it, and threw it to Hong Tao.

"Five!? There are so many Chinese here? Hong Tao looked at the forks on the map, almost all over the city.

"There are too many, Hong Kong has the most people, Taiwan is also a lot, you mainland came late, but the scale is getting bigger and bigger, there are tens of thousands of international students alone, and many middle schools have entire classes of Chinese."

"Then why are you here? Isn't it the same as going to school at home? Hong Tao was a little unconvinced.

"Where do I know this way, you can see it yourself when you have time." Zhou Xiaoli drove the car fast, and there were not a few cars in sight on the highway anyway, so she quickly entered the city.

"We're almost there, you call, my company's phone is also on the phone, I'll buy you a calling card when I go home today." As soon as he entered the city, there were gradually more people and cars, and Hong Tao patronized the Western scenery through the car window, until Zhou Xiaoli took out his mobile phone, and he remembered that it was time to call Zhou Dajiang.

"Ahead, ahead, I saw him, the one in red." Hong Tao's eyes were sharp, and he saw Zhou Dajiang standing on the side of the road from a distance, this old brother was wearing a fiery red down jacket with an open neckline, revealing the big gold chain with chopsticks on his neck.

Zhou Dajiang's house is also a two-story small building, but this kind of small building is a large row, one next to the other, and there is no lawn and garden in front of the door, as for what is behind the house, Hong Tao can't see it.

"Then I'll go first, you two stay safe, and call me at any time if you don't understand something." Zhou Xiaoli said hello casually, drove away in the car.

"I said brother, is this really your boss? I don't think it looks like it! Zhou Dajiang pointed to the back of Zhou Xiaoli's car and asked Hong Tao with a wicked smile.

"Yes, it's really a boss, you can't talk nonsense as an elder brother." Hong Tao was noncommittal, and he didn't know how to explain to Zhou Dajiang, and there was no need to explain too clearly.

"That's it, the boss is the boss, let's go, go into the house to warm up." Zhou Dajiang took Hong Tao into a small building next to him.

The layout of Zhou Dajiang's house is similar to Zhou Xiaoli's house, the entrance is the entrance hall, opposite is the stairs to the second floor, the left hand is the living room, the right is the dining room and kitchen, and next to the stairs is the bathroom and the back door. However, the decoration and decoration here are more Chinese, even the sofa in the living room is a small blanket printed with Chinese characters, and there are 2 pots of green plants in the corner of the house, which is called Fugui bamboo.

"Brother, will we make it? I don't understand a word of English. Zhou Dajiang brought Hong Tao a cup of tea.

"Tsk, don't worry, you can't lose it, I can understand English, that is, it's not good to fall, and we have a map, just now my boss said, there are Chinese people all over the street, and you can also lose the two of us, put your heart in your stomach, I'll take a look, let's go here first at the first stop, it's closer to your home, let's try it first, if it's reliable, let's continue to shop, if it's not reliable, let's come back, don't you think?" Hong Tao took out the map again, pointed to a fork on it and explained it to Zhou Dajiang, Zhou Dajiang didn't know if he understood it, and stared at the two without nodding or shaking his head.

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

After drinking half a cup of tea, Hong Tao and Zhou Dajiang dressed neatly, cheered each other up at the door of the house, and took the first step of shopping with a fearless spirit that would not regret death.

The place they were going to was very close to Zhou Dajiang's home, less than 3 kilometers from the map, and was a street called steelesAve.

"Brother, I think what your boss said makes sense, brother, I counted carefully, we went out of my community, and we saw a total of 14 people who looked the same as us, as well as 3 foreigners and 2 blacks." Zhou Dajiang walked around and touched around.

"I can't say for sure, I heard that you live in a Chinese area, it's not strange that there are more Chinese, hey, look, isn't this just the aunt who goes to the morning market?" Hong Tao was refuting Zhou Dajiang's point of view, and before he could finish speaking, three elderly Asian women walked across the road, pulling a particularly familiar car in their hands, exactly like the elderly people in Beijing who got up in the morning to visit the morning market.

"You wait, I'll go over and ask." Zhou Dajiang is also bold now, trotted over, chatted with those aunts, and then ran back.

"Fujianese, put away your map, they said just walk all the way, the streets here are straight and straight, no need to turn." Zhou Dajiang's chest was straightened, his walking steps were bigger, and he was humming a little song in his mouth.

After crossing an intersection, Hong Tao saw a large building similar to the Beijing Railway Station, with red walls and a glass roof.

"Brother Zhou, cross the road, it is estimated that it is the one in front, I have seen the Chinese signboard." Hong Tao grabbed Zhou Dajiang, who was still walking forward, and pointed to the big red building and said.

"Taikoo Folk Village! This name is so kind, look at the scale of this frame. Zhou Dajiang stood at the gate, looking at the column of Chinese on the wall, and his mouth couldn't close with a smile.

"Brother Zhou, have you been to Wantong and Providence?" When Hong Tao walked here, the first thing that caught his eye was the red lantern hanging high, and then a large string of Chinese signs.

"Go often, don't say it, it's a bit like it." Zhou Dajiang also turned his head to look around.

"But there's something different."

"What's the difference?" Hong Tao pondered carefully, but he didn't notice anything different, and those Chinese signs were all simplified.

"There are few people, it's clean, you see the ground here is rubbed, and the flies have to split when they stand up." Zhou Dajiang slipped on the ground with his foot.

Hong Tao walked to the shopping guide next to the shopping mall and took a closer look, there are about 400 stalls in this shopping mall, divided into two floors, all kinds of department stores, and there are many Chinese restaurants on the second floor. The two of them casually found a few shops to shop, what sells glasses, food, clothes, the waiters are all Chinese, not only can speak Mandarin, Cantonese, Hokkien, and some Taiwanese dialect, on the contrary, fluent English is not so popular here.

"Big brother, just came from China, right? You come to my store, you are right, my clothes are purely domestic, good-looking, sturdy, and affordable, you look at your figure, it is a clothes rack, wear everything is spiritual, come, eldest sister will help you pick one. Hong Tao and Zhou Dajiang walked into a clothing store, Hong Tao took a fancy to a very thick cotton coat, just about to touch it, a flowery sister rushed over, Hong Tao didn't say a word, she was almost finished reading a paper.

"I said big sister, how long have you been holding back and not talking, this little mouth clicks, how do you know that we just came?" When Zhou Dajiang heard it, he was happy, this accent was the same as him, like a fake Dalian person.

"This still needs to be asked, the clothes and shoes you are wearing, not to mention Toronto, you can't find a single one in Canada to sell them, if it's not the first time you come, who will go to China to buy clothes to wear? And big brother, your head shape is cool, the barbershop here doesn't have this craftsmanship. "This eldest sister can really say that the small mouth is like a machine gun.

"Oh, I said old lady, you're too capable, it's all in time for Sherlock Holmes, so I'm going to look at you, I'm going to go out of my way today, buy a dress from you to wear, but yours give me a discount, right?" Zhou Dajiang is estimated to have been suffocated in the past two days, but if he finds someone who is willing to accompany him to chatter, he will be willing to spend money.

"You're a foreigner when you talk about it, we don't have bargaining here, it's all clearly marked, but buying things here is not only cheaper than in the store, but you don't have to pay taxes." While the eldest sister was looking for the goods for the coat for Hong Tao, she did not snub Zhou Dajiang.

"What taxes do you pay? Shouldn't you pay taxes on my purchases? Zhou Dajiang was confused, and Hong Tao was also a second monk.

"Hey, I wasn't used to it when I first came, people who buy things here pay taxes, for example, you buy a lighter, 1 yuan, and then the tax rate here is 13%, and you have to pay 1 yuan and 1 cent 3 when you settle the bill, that's what they stipulate."