A month later, at noon, on a street in Ogelan, Zhou Wu, dressed in old clothes, sat silently on a bench on the side of the road. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He was discharged from the hospital early and still had a bandage wrapped around his body to prevent bleeding from his wounds.

In fact, he also had to be discharged early because he ran out of money. In this state at this time, due to the lack of medical benefits in the New World, hospitalization was an absolute luxury for a person like him who had just obtained citizenship.

And Johnson's lawyers' hands are much faster than Zhou Wu imagined. It only took a day and a half to give the plane jumper a new identity that he couldn't even tell, a new New World Citizenship card with his face on it, and a stack of scattered New World coins totaling $500.

That's all.

The clothes are the clothes of the new tenant of the man, who is a fat owner of a small restaurant in a Chinese gathering place.

Get up and put away the newspaper. Zhou Wu looked up at the sun above his head, which was not too hot, and the sweat made the clothes on his body a little sticky. In addition, the clothes themselves are a little loose, which makes him feel less comfortable.

Following the road that he had already walked for a month, Zhou Wu walked along the street full of scattered signboards.

Originally, he planned to follow something he knew, first tentatively go to a certain route that he thought he could take, and then make targeted changes according to some actual conditions. Rather than being squeezed by local gangs like many of the plane-hopping passengers in the area.

But he still underestimated the preconceived notions of society in this period, the color of his skin, his unsmooth language, and his strange vision. Some places even get to the point where you don't have a place to live even if you have money.

As we walked along, the style of the shops on the street began to be more pleasing to the eye, which was different from the white settlements outside. The occasional old car parked on the side of the road and the shouting of the street with a distinctly Hokkien dialect indicate the peculiarity of this place.

Chinese Ghetto Area.

Through all kinds of crowd distribution centers, many people have long since stopped casting all kinds of eyes because of Zhou Wu's fresh face and clothes.

Zhou Wu walked calmly, he had passed by this kind of place many times. After greeting a few rather enthusiastic shopkeepers and thanking him in the dialect of a bull's head and a horse's mouth, he came to the end of the street, his destination.

At the door of a restaurant, a few simple tables and chairs placed at the door, as well as the dishes and chopsticks that had not yet been cleaned up in a hurry, also made Zhou Wu feel familiar at the moment.

I've been living here for over a month.

"I'm back." The proprietress who was packing up in the store looked up and saw the young man who was still standing at the door, smiling and greeting the tenant who rented her house, but her face was a little pale.

"Yes." Zhou Wu put the newspaper in his hand on a stool next to him, and began to familiarly handle the sick woman's unfinished things. "Boss, if you are sick, you should rest more, otherwise it will be useless to see the doctor."

As he spoke, he snatched the rag from the woman's hand and neatly cleaned up the tables on the side and outside. The customers who were still eating at the tables in the store only glanced at it a few times and then buried themselves in the food on the table in front of them, and they had to go to work after eating.

"I would have called you to help in the store, but you refused."

Zhou Wuzhi didn't answer, but he understood that the other party's words were also kind, picked up the newspaper on the stool again, and walked upstairs.

It was almost time to eat again, and Zhou Wu was called down.

After washing his hands, he was glared at by the girl who was serving the rice on the side, but he just pretended not to see it. In fact, I also know that the other party is just repulsed by this uninvited guest who robbed her of her private space, plus some not very nice gossip outside, so this teenage girl has no good impression of Zhou Wu subjectively.

I didn't say anything.

Four people sit at a table to eat, and occasionally a plate is still the leftover dish ordered by the guest.

Zhou Wu tried hard to bury his head in the struggle with the meal, hoping that the family would not focus on themselves, but it was against others. Or, to put it mildly, things tend to go in a bad direction.

Halfway through the meal, the fat shop owner sitting at the main table was the first to open his mouth. first asked Zhou Wu if he had found a job, and then asked if he needed his own help, and asked a few foremen in the Chinese gathering place to help.

Zhou Wu shook his head. He didn't have the desire to eat this lunch.

Go back upstairs and lie down on the bed in the rented room. In fact, he also knew in his heart that the shopkeeper was actually kind, because if it were some other guys who were a little colder, he would not ask such a thing at all. Many landlords in their own world still maintain the kind of professional standard of rolling out without money, who cares if you, a tenant, find a job or not. Even if there were, at least I wouldn't be as talkative as the shopkeeper.

Lying on the bed and rolling, Zhou Wu helplessly thought that the only way out for him now was to be a restaurant buddy?

If you're a traverser, how can you at least make some achievements?

But thinking of the expressions of the group of people in this period of this world, Zhou Wu sighed in his heart. It's not that he doesn't have the right mentality, it's just a little hard to accept.

I am more than a three-book college student, and people with generally high academic qualifications in this world can now be desperate like this.

I tossed and turned over and over again and fell asleep for a while, then got up and picked up the newspaper again and went out.

Walking in the somewhat dazzling sunlight, Zhou Wu was already thinking about it in his heart. If you can't find a job this afternoon, let's work in a restaurant first.

At least not sitting on the empty side.

The $500 New World Dollars James gave him was almost gone.

In the afternoon, I looked for a few more places in a sweat, and all I got was to think about it again.

His throat was dry to death, and he was forced to give up the habit of buying cold drinks some time ago, and the money was getting less and less, and soon it was estimated that even the money for the Greyhound bus was a problem. Zhou Wu was a little tired and sat on a chair on a deserted street, he was almost desperate. The reality is just as cruel in any world.

Getting up and crossing a block of alleyways, he was going to take a shortcut to his next interview destination.

But after taking two steps, he clearly sensed that something was wrong.

It's too quiet here.

The sound of rubbing footsteps behind him also stopped when he stopped.

You can't turn your head without sound.

Behind his back, a metallic-colored sharp hard object was pressed against Zhou Wu's waist.

"Yellow-skinned guy, borrow some money to use it." A muffled voice sounded, which finally sobered up this once qualified British and American drama fan.