Tommy sat in the driver's seat and didn't rush to start the car, but first rubbed his face and then lit a cigarette.

To be honest, he actually doesn't have the means to make a lot of money for now,

The idea of peddling doctor's certificates and prescription drugs was forced by financial pressure, and he came up with a business based on the memory of his previous life, which could make a little money and not violate American law in the strict sense.

This is thanks to the unfortunate girlfriend in his previous life who had to drag him shopping and get him shot, she had a grandfather who came to Boston from the South Bay in 1974 to study, and the old guy had to brag to him many times about the experience of making his first pot of gold when he first came to the United States.

Now Tommy can only pray for the old man's boasting, preferably mostly true, that his hope of making a small fortune to support his family is all counting on him.

After much reminiscence, Tommy started his car and headed down the interstate to Boston, the largest city in New England.

Boston is not far from Providence, only 100 kilometers, and at 10:30 a.m., Tommy has already arrived in Chinatown in the center of Boston, but compared to the antique atmosphere of the previous generation, Boston Chinatown in 1982 looks like an old and dilapidated urban village.

The surrounding traditional British buildings, which have been preserved for hundreds of years and regularly maintained, so even after a hundred years, still have not lost their charm, in stark contrast to this dilapidated Chinatown, Chinatown radiates the Chinese or Asian American gathering place, dirty and messy, with advertising paper or graffiti on the walls, Asian faces walking the streets, hurrying.

Finding a parking space for the car, Tommy looked around at the familiar and unfamiliar, with some emotion.

Although the street is a little dilapidated and cluttered, the large number of Asian faces and familiar Chinese around him make Tommy feel a lot of intimacy, but every time he wants to get closer and hear the words of those pedestrians or shopkeepers when they communicate, the boss or pedestrians will quickly stop, put on a modest smile, bow slightly to him, look worried, and ask in English:

"Sir, do you need me, a Chinese, to do anything for you?"

Tommy can understand why Chinese or Asian Americans are so quick to identify themselves as white when they see them, fearing that they will get them in trouble, beating them in the street and even brutally killing them.

Nowadays, many blue-collar workers or low-level whites in the United States are in a state of extreme anti-Asian hatred, to be exact, RB-phobia, but they can't tell the difference between Asian people's appearance.

RB's economic outbreak has seized the business of Americans, a large number of RB cars have landed in the United States, and local American automobile companies have cut production lines, resulting in many blue-collar workers losing their jobs.

Even after the murderers learned that they had hit the wrong person, they showed no repentance, and even joked when facing reporters that the poor man was to blame for looking too much like an RB person and could go to a parody show.

As for the penalty? The leaders were given suspended sentences and fined $3,000, and the other workers involved, had no effect.

Even the $3,000 fine was paid by the union and the car company, and the murderer was not allowed to pay.

Just as yesterday afternoon, Tommy's part-time Chinese laundry was smashed by his father, the local union even secretly contributed to the flames, hoping to set off a trend.

In Boston, Detroit, Cleveland and other cities, restaurants owned by RB people were smashed, RB cars were smashed from time to time, and Chinese, Korean, Vietnamese, and Filipino Americans were beaten by whites many times.

Many Asian-Americans who thought they had stepped out of the Asian life circle and integrated into American life were taught a lesson by the white man's iron fist, and immediately obediently retreated to the familiar environment to keep warm, recognizing the cruel reality, that is, although they hold the same color of American identification, they are still fundamentally different from the white man.

Nowadays, Asians in Boston will be apprehensive when they see white people appear, quickly identify themselves, draw a line with RB people, and even some RB people will call themselves Chinese or Vietnamese when they are in trouble, to avoid being beaten, and refusing to pretend to be Korean is the only stubborn RB in the United States.

Instead of walking into Chinatown, where the words "The World is for the Public," Tommy went to a British-style building next to the street with a bilingual sign: Asian Medical Center in Chinatown.

This was his destination in Boston.

Pushing open the door of the medical center, the front desk medical assistant who looked like a Korean woman was sitting on the seat reading the newspaper, and when he looked up, he saw a white man walking in, and quickly stood up and smiled:

"Sir, is there anything I can serve you?"

"Dr. Chen Furen, I want to see him, I want to ask him to check my condition." Tommy walked to the front of the stage with a straight face, propped his hands on the table to increase his momentum, and said in an unkind tone.

The woman was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect a young white man to come to the Asian American medical center to see the doctor, and she was a little dazed and wanted to explain: "Are you here for a doctor?" Sir, here is a ...... for Asian Americans."

"So, I was racially discriminated against at a medical center in the United States? Miss, are you discriminating against white people? Because I'm not Asian, I'm going to fucking die here and not get medical treatment? Do you want me, a white man, to teach you what racism is? Tommy's eyes were fierce, and he imitated the vulgar tone of an Irish-American drunkard, and questioned in a string of profanities with a high F content.

The woman waved her hand again and again, and hurriedly defended herself in a tone that was about to cry: "No! No！ Of course not, sir, I'm just routine...... OK, I'll help you contact Dr. Chen. ”

The woman picked up the front desk phone, dialed a number, explained the situation very quickly, and then squeezed a smile at Tommy, motioned for the other party to follow her, and personally took Tommy to an office on the second floor of the medical center.

Tommy breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Chinese doctor waiting at the door, although the other party was only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, he could vaguely recognize the other party's face, which belonged to the grandfather of his girlfriend in his previous life.

"Sir, please come in." Chen Furen ushered Tommy into his office, then sent the front desk away, closing the office door.

After Tommy sat down, Chen Furen smiled and asked, "Sir, how can I help you?" ”

Tommy took out the piece of paper full of information from his jacket pocket and handed it to Chen Furen: "Doctor, I want twenty medical certificates." ”

Chen Furen just took the piece of paper, and before he could open it, when he heard Tommy's words, his hand shook, and the paper fell on the table, he looked at Tommy, and his tone trembled a little: "Sir, what are you talking ......about?"

"Listen, Asian, I know that the most lucrative business of this Asian American medical center is to help those rich Asian American students issue medical certificates on their behalf, so that they can have enough vacation to New York and San Francisco, and you sell them fifteen to thirty dollars a piece, and I am only going to pay you five dollars each." Tommy Hawk narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a slow tone.

Chen Furen picked up the piece of paper in surprise, looked at Tommy with a rather embarrassed face, and opened his mouth several times to speak, but he was worried that after rejecting the tall white man in front of him, he would be retaliated by the other party.

"Or, I call the police, and then countless wealthy Asian students are dealt with by their universities, and I promise to let them know that the reason they were punished by the school is simply because you didn't give me twenty medical certificates." Tommy Hawk said in an indifferent tone: "I think those international students of the same skin color as you will line up to greet you, the very, very cordial kind." ”

Chen Furen's forehead was already oozing with sweat, he pulled a tissue to wipe it, then knocked down the table hard, and scolded in Chinese:

"! I've long said to keep it a secret and don't get this kind of thing to the ears of white people! ”