The owner of the inn where Huang Bolun lived opened a Chinese restaurant at the same time, which was connected to the hotel.

In the beginning, Chinese immigrants could only work as laborers, working hard not only without respect but also with little pay.

Even later, with the strength of the motherland, the living environment of Chinese in the United States has been greatly improved, but most of the Chinese in the United States are not (either to be chefs or to open restaurants.

Even high-level technical talents in China, in order to pursue higher salaries, live in a democratic country with "no oppression", and come to the United States across the ocean, in order to eat, they can only do some work that they despise in China, washing dishes, and serving tea and pouring water for foreigners.

All kinds of ordinary people who dislike the motherland are reluctant to serve foreigners, but the latter should serve or serve as long as they hold the banknotes, all of them are used to it (not all of them, but there are some such banana people).

Huang Chamberlain did not understand the complex forms of San Francisco, thinking that Chinatown was the territory of the Chinese, and with his two-skinned personality, there was no need to pretend to those "foreign friends" here.

Huang Chamberlain's wallet could not be recovered, and he called the police but it was useless, the police did not seem to care about this kind of small case, and Huang Chamberlain had no choice but to continue to stay in the restaurant and work for the hotel owner.

But Huang Chamberlain is not idle, he is a music producer, although he failed, he has not forgotten the purpose of coming to the United States, he is very grateful to the boss who took him in, but this does not mean that he will honestly work in the restaurant all the time.

In fact, if he didn't want a place for free food and lodging, he wouldn't stay for a day, and if he didn't have money, he would still have to live until he found the genius singer who was one in a million.

Of course, Huang Chamberlain didn't think about singing it himself, the problem is that he can't even mix in China, how can he mix abroad?

The entertainment industry in the United States is not easy to enter, it is said that it is to dig singers to Los Angeles, not to want to gild a layer of gold and then return to China, if he can change his identity this time and become an American and bring a Chinese back, it is a returned overseas Chinese group, and foreign monks are good at chanting scriptures these years!

Huang Bolun has no money, and he can't go out to fight, so he can only mobilize the skills he has learned for so many years, flicker, borrow money from the boss and return it to the name of investment, and when he excavates a talented singer and brings it back to China, he will share the money with the boss when he becomes popular.

I don't know what the innkeeper thinks that he really lent it to him, maybe he was being fooled, or maybe it was pure sympathy, and he asked him to help him with the idea that everyone was a fellow countryman when he went abroad.

In short, Huang Bolun came out and still lived in this hotel, the staff dormitory, in fact, he cleaned up the warehouse and let him live temporarily.

Huang Bolun didn't know how long it would take, so he still had to borrow money, so he naturally didn't dare to pick this or that.

It's always so coincidental that when you lose something important and go crazy looking for it but can't find it, and when you put it aside or don't look for it for a while, it suddenly appears to you as if it was deliberately teasing you.

Huang Chamberlain grabbed the skinny man in front of him, who was wearing a black suit but collapsed and uncoordinated, and the wallet he took out was exactly the same as his.

Huang Chamberlain thought that the other party picked it up at first, and he also thought that it was stolen, but it was better not to tear his face when he went out, so he only said: "Friend, where did you pick up this wallet, thank you, I haven't found it for a long time!"

Look, what a scene, not only gives you face, but also points out that labor and management are the owners of this wallet, and you will put the bag when you know each other, and you will not call the police to pinch it when you pick up gold.

Then, Huang Bolun knew what it meant to be a show before encountering bandits, and he had to kneel if he was reasonable or unreasonable.

"Bagaya Road"

"The Japanese? The little devil also dares to be arrogant, Baga, your uncle, return Lao Tzu's wallet. ”

As soon as Huang Bolun heard the other party speak Japanese, he didn't care whether this person was Japanese or not, he scolded directly, he looked like a hemp stick, and the goods that fell down when the wind blew were also dry and stingy?

The Japanese didn't know if he could understand Huang Bolun's words, but he must have known that he didn't say good things, so he shoved his wallet into his pocket, and tried to make a fierce expression on his thin face.

Huang Bolun took a look, this is okay, this little devil is doing something bad and was caught and wants to play tricks with him, and he doesn't look at where this is, this is Chinatown, not Tokyo where you hate to wear clothes.

Huang Bolun threw the little devil to the ground, raised his fist and greeted the fleshy face.

This time the movement was big, the people nearby found it and screamed and dispersed, leaving an empty circle near the two people, Huang Bolun punched three or four times, looking at the thin face and didn't dare to fight anymore, for fear of making a fuss, he squatted up and put his hand into the other party's pocket and took out his wallet, and he didn't spit anymore, he was afraid that the American city management would fine money, so he went straight away.

Then he heard a roar from behind, and when he heard the sound, his owner must have been very angry, and looked back curiously, and at some point three or four people came out of the crowd dressed up with the Japanese man lying on the ground.

Something is wrong!

Huang Bolun ran away from the crowd regardless of 3721, and those Japanese companions were injured and naturally disagreed, waw wow screaming and chasing!

……

In a few days, it will be the Spring Festival in China, and Liszt plans to stay in San Francisco for the New Year this year, in fact, in the United States, except for Chinatown, except for the Chinese, who celebrates the Spring Festival, it is not just the weekend school in Fox that does not have a holiday.

It was also for this reason that Liszt told Tom about this idea, and Tom did not mention that Liszt should go back to Fox High School as soon as possible.

Tom doesn't have any tasks today, although the three cases have not been solved, but the detectives should rest or rest, after all, the dead are all gang members, which is still a good thing for the citizens of San Francisco.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a security guard hanging at the back door of the teahouse on the left and right, and there were many passers-by who saw it, and even brought reporters in, the impact would have been greater, and they would have been much more relaxed.

There are too many unsolved cases in the past few years, and these are not bad.

So it's a rare opportunity for Tom and Diane to take little Lorna and Liszt, and it's also a family of four to visit the night market in Chinatown together.

What's in the Night Market?

It still needs to be said, of course, it is food, maybe some food has been integrated with local tastes and lost its true color, but there are so many Chinese cuisines, there are always a few that can conquer the stomach of international friends even if they do not change, not to mention that some shops make Chinese money, of course, some white and black friends who develop a Chinese stomach can also adapt.

"Rhona, let's go over there and see if it's okay, there's a candy man and a lantern - Tom, I'll take Rhona over there, you and Diane go somewhere else, we'll meet at that Nanjing restaurant in an hour."

After speaking, without waiting for Tom to speak, he took little Rhona to buy candy, leaving Tom and Diane, and the old husband and wife couldn't cry or laugh.

"This kid, I don't know who taught him, play with these vain."

Tom looked at Liszt in the distance and scolded with a smile.

Diane was unhappy: "What, you don't like it, then I'll call him back, what's the matter, you can only stare at me when you go shopping, it's not boring, how nice the family is." ”

Tom was sweating profusely, where is this, why did the vinegar jar turn over: "No, what are you asking him to come back for, be a light bulb, this kid knows each other, give us the opportunity to create a world of two, we can't waste it, go and see if there is a jade shop, I haven't bought it for you for a long time." ”

Diane was sweet in her heart, and she still said stiffly: "What to buy, don't waste money, just shop around." ”

Diane said that it was okay, Tom didn't dare to take it seriously, if he was really obedient and took Diane around casually and didn't buy anything, maybe there was nothing at the time, and when he got home...... The floor is too hard, the durian is too prickly, and this old waist and knees can't bear it.

"Lee, Lee, I want that, I want that."

Rona was held in Liszt's arms, looking around restlessly, if it weren't for the large number of people in the night market, the little girl was a little scared, and she would have come down to measure the land by herself.

Now he turned sideways, pointed with one hand to a vendor buying sugar gourds outside, and grabbed Liszt's ear with the other hand, while shouting that his hand was still restless and tugging back and forth.

Liszt smiled bitterly and walked in the direction pointed by the little girl: "Little Rona, you let go first, otherwise I won't buy you sugar gourds." ”

Little Rona let go and quickly let go, sticking out her tongue embarrassedly, as if she was ashamed of what she had just done.

Liszt looked funny, and felt in his heart that it would be great if he could have such a lovely daughter with Bella, how much fun it would be!

"Get out of the way" "Stop!" Bagaya Road, that Chinese stop for me!"

“……”

Liszt saw an embarrassed man running towards him, followed by four or five men in suits with tattoos extending from their necks.

Liszt could see at a glance that the tattoos were unique to the members of the Yanagawa group, and these Japanese liked to tattoo these patterns in conspicuous places, for fear that others would not know that he was black/social.

"You little devils, you dare to be so arrogant in stealing people's wallets, this is Chinatown, not you Japan."

The person being chased was panting when he was chased, don't run and shouted in Chinese, although the surrounding Chinese did not obviously show the intention of helping, but Huang Chamberlain scattered to both sides on his own when he ran over, and quickly closed when Huang Chamberlain passed through.

When the Japanese arrived, four or five Japanese were blocked by the busy crowd, and one of the arrogant Japanese directly hit the head and pushed down a pedestrian who was blocking the road.

Other Japanese people also followed suit, completely unscrupulous, not afraid of hurting people at all, they were all honest ordinary people, seeing that these Japanese did not hesitate to do it, the team to help began to disperse.

Huang Bolun, who thought he was safe and was sitting on the side of the road panting and resting, looked in surprise at the changes in front of him and the few Japanese who could already see their faces.

Huang Bolun, who was deflated and couldn't run, his eyes were rolling in a hurry, and he wanted to find a place to hide people.

Then he saw a tall young man standing aside with a little girl in his arms, looking at him calmly as if watching a play, with a little scrutiny of the gaze that made Huang Bolun feel ashamed, this is a shame to be thrown abroad, but it is impossible for him to turn around and scuffle with those Japanese.

The truth that a good man does not suffer immediate losses has been taught by him a few years ago.

Huang Bolun quickly looked at Liszt's appearance, silently calculated in his heart whether Liszt's arm was thick enough, and asked hopefully: "Chinese?"

"Chinese."

"Fellow, help!"