Chapter 110: San Francisco Chinatown

At about ten o'clock in the evening, when Wang Xuening and the driver came back drunk, their faces were red and humming a small song. As soon as he entered the room, he sat down on the couch, picked up the Coke on the table, and poured it in.

"Ah, Brother Tong, you should go in the evening, let's go to the bar to watch a show. For the first time, the dancing girl was really nice. Hehe. Wang Xuening couldn't help but be excited, when he was in India, he didn't have time or anyone to take him to those occasions, and now he has a leader in the United States. Now he was still thinking about the women dancing and drinking, grinning.

"I think you should play a little longer, like find a woman to sleep with or something." The party changed a channel for the people and glanced back at him.

"I wanted to come, but Brother Tang, your salary is not high, so I can't bear it." Wang Xuening spread out on the sofa, suddenly tilted his neck, and spit out at the spittoon on the ground, "TMD whiskey, it's really strong." ”

"Is that Tom familiar with this? Don't drink Coke, the more you drink that stuff, the more it hurts your stomach. Dang Weimin looked at the ugliness of his only subordinate, and he didn't get angry, took out a bottle of acid from the refrigerator and handed it over, "Drink some yogurt to protect your stomach." ”

"My stomach hurts so much, vomit, vomit" Wang Xuening began to vomit again after drinking the yogurt, and the party had no choice but to be a nanny and throw this kid back into his bed.

When he finished cooking, he sat on the bed in his bedroom and turned on the recording device, which was filled with the driver's conversation. Tom made a few phone calls, but nothing special, either talking to his family or reporting to the rental company. The party turned off the player for the people, and the Goldman Sachs consortium that popped up a few days ago is really a little unsettling. He felt like a wild beast was watching him in his vicinity, but he couldn't find its trace.

It's good to be young, don't look at Wang Xuening's drunkenness the first night, but he still got up on time the next morning, although he still yelled that his head hurt so much.

"If you don't have to drink less in the future, it will delay your business." Dang Weimin sat down at the driver's deputy and gave up all the back seats to the employees who were still dizzy.

"I must come to this city in the future, the girl is so beautiful, she really has a temperament." Wang Xuening put a newspaper over his face and muttered something in his mouth.

"Okay, if our business is prosperous, I will let you come to the United States. White, black, brown, you choose, what? The party fastened the seat belt for the people, and replied angrily.

"Brother Tang, this is what you promised me, and you will reimburse me in the future." Wang Xuening smiled eatingly.

"Okay, just write 'office supplies' on the reimbursement content." Dang Weimin was also laughed at by him, remembering the legend that after the public servants of our country went abroad, they had to ask their families to issue invoices after prostitution, so that the girls in Europe shouted when they saw our civil servants, 'I have invoices here!' ’

"Now that we are about to have money, after success in the future, we will also monopolize the ** industry in the United States. I have a buddy in China, named Zhang Yu, who has always wanted to become the general leader of the underground workers in the United States. He is very talented, Brother Tang, you must give me face. Wang Xuening smiled, his good boy films were all copied from those buddies.

Dang Weimin used his mobile phone to send a message on the Internet, and casually agreed, "Okay, I promise you." Eight women were assigned to him a day, two each white, black, yellow, and brown. ”

"Hahaha" Even the driver was amused, holding the handlebar with one hand and wiping his tears on the other, "Let me be the driver for that Mr. Zhang in the future, and I can also get clean." ”

"Drive carefully." Dang Weimin found that this Tom brother actually let go of the steering wheel with both hands, and hurriedly drew his attention.

"Don't worry, sir, I have served in the army for many years, and I have driven any car." Tom replied, pride on his face.

"Why did you retire? Isn't it good that the military welfare? The party asked for the people, and they all said that being a soldier in the United States is quite lucrative.

The driver turned sideways, pulled off his shirt, revealing a large scar inside, and sighed: "This is when I was in Afghanistan, I encountered an improvised mine LED that was blown up, and I was missing a kidney." ”

"Then your life is okay after retirement, doesn't it mean that the U.S. government treats veterans quite preferentially." Wang Xuening asked in the back seat.

"!" Tom looked angry, "Now I'm disabled and need money, but I caught up with the financial crisis, and there was no money there." Damn, why not hang those bankers on Wall Street? ”,

"Alright, Tom, if we open a branch office in the United States, you can come and help us." The party handed over a business card from Wang Xuening for the people, and he knew that in the United States, people from all walks of life had to know people.

San Francisco, also known as San Francisco, is a seaport on the Pacific coast of California, a large industrial and commercial city. At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, a large number of Chinese came here to work and pan for gold, and the Chinese paid their blood and tears to contribute to the West Coast of the United States. However, in the early 20th century, a "Chinese Exclusion Act" drove a large number of Chinese out of China in the United States.

Chinatown is the largest of any city in the United States, and the party has long wanted to visit here, and the city is much better now, with all races living together in roughly "harmony". It is especially famous for the gays and lesbians here, and as soon as you enter the city, you can see some houses with "rainbow flags" on their roofs, which is their symbol.

"That's right, that's where the GAYs live, so be careful not to show bad feelings to those people here. Because these guys are very powerful in this city, really. Tom said.

When they arrived at the place where they lived, sure enough, at the gate, a couple of men kissed as if no one was around. To be honest, it would be fine if one party looked feminine at all, but seeing two strong sweaters hugging each other and kissing each other was too much of a stunt. Dang Weimin suddenly felt his stomach churning, and he almost didn't squirt out of his food.

Tom has been to San Francisco many times and is very familiar with this place, and after dinner in the evening, he ran away with Wang Xuening. Dang Weimin watched TV for a while, and when he was bored, he was ready to go out for a walk. He knew that this place was only two miles from Chinatown, and the weather was very hot, so he left his trench coat at the hotel.

San Francisco feels like Seattle has a completely different climate, and it seems to be bounded by Portland, forming two regions, north and south. Seattle in April still carries a bit of early spring cold, while San Francisco has a bit of a warm to summer feel.

The entrance to Chinatown is at the southern end of Grant Street on Bush Street, and the gate is a Chinese-style archway with a green tile roof and a shape of two dragons playing with pearls on top. Above the door frame of the archway, there are four big characters of Sun Cannon's "the world is public". Dang Weimin looked inside, and it was completely an ancient Chinese shape. Inside and outside the door, there seemed to be two completely different worlds - in the place where the steak burger in the West and the English monopoly, there was actually a place that completely belonged to Chinese culture, and he couldn't help but secretly admire the courage and wisdom of his ancestors.

It may be that the time is just after 9 o'clock in the first half of the night, and the crowd inside is like ants, and many shops are selling traditional Chinese handicrafts. Dang Weimin saw a store called Miche with a large number of cloisonné things, so he went in and looked around to see what he could give to President Li Jianxi.

After looking at the front and picking out two vases, I turned to the back to look. He found a pile of old paintings, and seeing that the dust on them had been left for a long time, he looked through them one by one. The top ones are okay, they are all some traditional Chinese New Year paintings. There was a broken box underneath the old painting, and when I opened it, I saw that Dang Weimin's face had changed color.

The painting is very old, and it is well preserved. One of them, "Whatwewouldliketosee? A white sheriff in the picture carries a Mexican in his left hand and a Chinese dressed in the Qing Dynasty in his right hand. Stand on the edge of the sea, ready to throw them into the sea.

"Alas, it's all old paintings, who really looks down on the Chinese in the heart of these ghosts?" An old man's old sigh sounded in his ears, and Dang Weimin turned his face and found a Chinese man with white hair and hunchback nodding at him, "This gentleman bought two bottles, and if you want these paintings, I'll give them to you." Anyway, few young people nowadays don't care about their origins. The women are busy marrying ghosts, and the men are busy deceiving the new compatriots, alas, there are not even many people who know how to be angry. ”

The old man smiled, trembled slightly, and handed over the pictures. Dang Weimin took it and bowed to the old man to show his respect.