New York, at 9 a.m., the sun is shining on the plaques in Chinatown, where the weather is a bit fucked up, and the cool and comfortable autumn can last at most a month, and in the blink of an eye, it will enter the cold winter.

However, this change in climate is not very noticeable from the pedestrians on the road, because there are not only big men wearing cotton jackets and pants, but also fashionable girls still wearing hip-length skirts, for which Richard almost crashed into a tree.

"Tut, wearing such a cool outfit wouldn't it lead people to commit crimes, the world is going down." Richard sighed twice, not mentioning the fact that he was whistling at the girl just now.

Walking into Chinatown, the old people in the neighborhood also walked out of the house, moved a chair out to bask in the sun, Richard has a sweet mouth, plus things will come, so the nearby residents regardless of the old and young like him very much, this has not been here for a few days, he seems to have lived here for more than ten years in the old neighborhood.

"Yo, Uncle Hu, come out to dry, why didn't you bring out your starling."

"you, bastard, how can there be a wren brother walking in the winter."

"Oh yes, I was mistaken, I'll go back and listen to the whole gnator cage for you."

"Cheng, don't just say that you don't practice to fool your uncle, it's not easy to find that thing in this hellish place."

"Don't worry, I won't dare to fool you, just look at it, I promise to find you a car the size of a car."

"Hey, isn't this Brother Li, I came back early today."

"Morning fart, San'er, why did you kid just come back?"

"Hey, I drank too much with a girl yesterday, why don't you go to the pharmacy in front of me to buy some medicine?"

", you kid can't take care of that thing down there."

"Hey, look at what you said, I was the one down there yesterday, this girl is wild, and I'll lead you to the door when I turn around."

"Yo, this time it's serious?"

"Hey, the boss is not small, the head of the family is always urging to hold the grandson, this girl is quite on the right path with me, look everywhere."

"Cheng, one day, let the elder brother help you palm your eyes, get busy."

Richard staggered into the depths of Chinatown, turned into a small alley, and at the end, pushed open a wooden door.

This is a bar, different from the Americans, the doors and windows of the bar are antique wood, the burgundy paint is a little mottled, and the windows are inlaid with colorful glass, which is quite eye-catching from a distance, but with the current location of the bar, I am afraid that there will not be a few people in a day.

Oh yes, the name of this bar is "The Bar", and the English name is "The Bar", which is easy to understand.

On the left side of the door is a long bar, the bar counter that has also been painted red is full of Chinese festive taste, a goblet hangs upside down on the bar, the wine cabinet behind the bar has both foreign wine and a lot of Chinese wine, and even the wine altar, the collision of Eastern and Western cultures makes the whole bar look very interesting.

On the right side of the bar are some booths, the same red wood style makes the whole bar quite coordinated, and a few more Fu characters are pasted on the wall to make it more coordinated, proper Chinese country style.

The bar was empty, and Richard walked straight into the back kitchen with two large bags and put them in the big freezer, a bag of meat and a bag of vegetables, which was both his food and the raw material for the opening of the bar.

Bars in the United States don't just drink alcohol, in fact, most bars function as a bar, and under normal circumstances, they do business by eating.

Of course, the premise of doing this kind of business is that the operator has to have a reasonable cooking skill, well, Richard was still a little confident in this regard, but when he learned that the bar he inherited was located in Chinatown, he completely gave up.

Seriously, it's okay for his craft to deceive the uninformed Americans, and for Chinese from the country of food, his hands are probably not as fragrant as the food at home.

So the question is, what is the reason for the second master to open a Chinese bar on such a boundary as Chinatown?

Yes, this bar was inherited by Richard, inherited from his second uncle, his grandfather's younger brother.

No, it's the younger brother of his grandfather with this body.

Don't mess around, let's start from the beginning.

First of all, Richard is a traverser, a 28-year-old single young man whose soul has crossed, and the person he crossed, also called Richard, is also a 28-year-old single young man, you say it is not a coincidence.

Of course, apart from their names and ages, the two of them have nothing in common, Richard the Traveler is an ordinary street fighter, and Richard the Traveler is also a, no, he is a second-generation owner of a Chinatown bar in the southern end of Manhattan in New York City.

Unfortunately, just when he got off the plane and was about to walk into the lawyer's office, he hung up after encountering the classic police and bandit shootout scene in Free America, and then gave his body to the same name who was born in the same year, month and day.

Okay, the following plot will not be messed up, let's combine the two Richards together.

First of all, his original plan was to sell this bar and return to Huaguo, however, the second uncle of the pit grandson had already guarded against this trick, and he clearly stated in his will that the heir was not allowed to buy and sell his bar that had been poured into his life's work, otherwise he would lose his inheritance.

In view of the fact that in order to make up for the air ticket before coming, Richard, who had sold his family's house in the center of the eighth-tier town, decisively chose to continue the business.

Fortunately, along with this bar, there is also the life savings of the second uncle, after deducting the inheritance tax, lawyer fees and other miscellaneous expenses, he also left more than 10,000 US dollars, plus the money he brought from the sale of the house in China, he can also live here for a while.

With his natural negotiating ability and getting acquainted with the neighbors around him, Richard learned the second important news, this is the United States, but it is not the America he is familiar with from the newspaper news, but another America he is familiar with in movies and TV series - Marvel America.

Tony. Stark, Steve. Rogers, these two familiar names, Richard will never be mistaken about the world he lives in.

As for the novice village chief and the old acquaintances of the boiled egg, I have never seen them, but this is normal, the kind of work they are engaged in, if you don't come to you, it will be difficult for you to find them.

Anyway, why didn't the village chief with a touching hairline come to me yet?

Richard sat by the window, holding a glass of tap water, looking at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, thinking in his heart.

I'm also a man with his own system, why is S.H.I.E.L.D. like I'm blind and hasn't come to absorb me, not to mention that the black widow of the marinated egg comes in person, Coulson, the novice village head, is okay, no matter how bad it is, that bald hydra can come, I'm really not a picky eater, you can join anyone, as long as you pay your salary.

Richard, male, twenty-eight years old, traverser, systematic, poor....