The plane set off in the afternoon, and after about ten hours of flight, Xu Fugui came out of the airport in San Francisco.

He looked at the silver watch on his wrist, the time on it clearly showed that it was twelve o'clock in the evening, but the sun was still shining brightly.

He suddenly remembered a geography book he had read before, which mentioned the concept of jet lag, and this should be the case he encountered.

It should be night in the east now, but it's day in San Francisco.

Xu Fugui yawned a lot, feeling groggy in his head, took out his passport, and after checking the blonde foreigner, he walked out in a strange look.

That's right, it's a strange look, and people come and go full of tall, colorful, and boldly dressed foreigners.

Oh no, this is their country, and the foreigner is himself.

Xu Fugui has black eyes, black hair and yellow skin, and at a glance he is very different from these Eagle Sauce people, and he is greeted by strange eyes.

Even when the staff saw his passport, their tone became quite impatient, as if they did not welcome his arrival.

Xu Fugui was silent on the surface, but his heart aroused resentment, now Xintu's status in the international arena is too low and too low, and yellow-skinned people have been synonymous with weakness for a long time.

Xu Fugui came to the outside of the airport, which was built on the outskirts of the city, and looked into a large area of wild and straight roads with constant traffic on the roads.

Maybe it's because he's been to a lot of unfamiliar places, Xu Fugui doesn't have too much panic in his heart, and he learned from the people around him to hail a taxi and go to the city.

When he came to the city, the bustling city inevitably shocked him, Xiangjiang is prosperous enough, but it is still not as good as San Francisco.

With the high-rise buildings lined up one after another, the constant flow of traffic, and the passers-by wearing elaborate clothes, everything seems to be the center of the world's trends.

The people around him spoke in English, and the street signs were all in English, and he could only barely understand some of them, and he knew most of the words on the street signs.

He patted his face, first found a hotel, showed his passport to the front desk, and said in English that he wanted a room, preferably quieter.

"Xiangjiang people?" The front desk glanced at his passport and spoke in a cold tone.

Xu Fugui nodded expressionlessly, and the front desk returned her passport, "I'm sorry, this is a white hotel, and we only accept distinguished white people." ”

Xu Fugui carefully put his passport back in his pocket and continued to ask in English, "Then do you know where there is a hotel that accepts Caucasians?" ”

"I don't know." The front desk no longer looked at him.

Xu Fugui exhaled a breath of turbidity, turned around and walked out, but met a big black man, with a bald head, wearing a denim suit, looking like a hanger.

After he saw Xu Fugui in a suit and leather shoes, his eyes lit up, "Hey, you're a stick man?" ”

Xu Fugui glanced at him, ignored it, and stepped forward to leave.

The black man stood directly in front of him, a knife appeared in his hand, and jokingly: "You want to go to the white hotel to stay?" Don't be delusional, these white-skinned guys are always so proud. ”

"But you should have money on you, take it out."

It was obviously not the first time that the black man had done it, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes when he looked at him.

"Jack, bullying the yellow-skinned monkey again?" A black man on a motorcycle passed by and laughed wildly.

Jack greeted him, and it wasn't until the black man rode away on a motorcycle that he impatiently shook his knife, "Kang busy, give me money, I don't want to cause trouble." ”

Xu Fugui didn't smile and asked, "Here?" ”

Jack was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "That's right, it's too dangerous here, I don't want to be targeted by those white cops, come with me." ”

After speaking, he turned around and left directly, not afraid of Xu Fugui's escape, in his impression, the yellow race is cowardly and easy to bully, and he does not dare to resist at all.

However, after walking a few steps, he suddenly found that there were no footsteps behind him, and when he turned his head, Xu Fugui was running in the opposite direction.

"Shet!"

Jack was annoyed and chased after him, the black man's talent was indeed outstanding, and his legs were as if they were equipped with motors.

But Xu Fugui's physical fitness is not bad, even if he is carrying a box in his hand, he still throws him away and disappears into the crowd.

Jack slapped his leg angrily, feeling like he was missing a fat sheep.

On the other side, Xu Fugui wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling a little tired, and the living environment of the yellow race here is too poor.

He remembered the contact information Zuo Shanhe had given him, hailed a yellow taxi, and came to San Francisco's Chinatown.

The familiar doorway, the familiar yellow skin, the juggling of rivers and lakes on the street, and the smell of stir-fried vegetables coming from the tip of his nose, everything made Xu Fugui can't help but feel a sense of intimacy.

This is Chinatown, a gathering place for Chinese.

Xu Fugui got out of the car, felt hungry, found a random fast food restaurant, asked for a ham burger and Coke to eat.

After eating, I found a hotel in Chinatown, the hotel owner is Chinese, seeing that he is also Chinese, he has a good attitude and helps him arrange a quiet room.

As soon as he entered the room, Xu Fugui took a soak of urine, took off his shoes and lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.

He was so sleepy, even though it was daylight outside and it wasn't time to sleep, but his biological clock told him that it was time to sleep.

When he woke up, it was already dark outside, the street lamps lit up the corners of the street, and the doors of every house were closed, and it was almost impossible to see a single person walking outside.

Xu Fugui was wonderful, looked at the time, at nine o'clock in the evening, he was suddenly lying on the bed in distress, he couldn't sleep if he wanted to sleep now, how should he spend the long night?

Boredom, he found a book at the head of the bed, and on the cover was written in Chinese characters with the three big characters of green paper.

He flipped through it and saw that it was a mix of Chinese and English, and it was marked with various shops that hosted yellow people in San Francisco.

The booklet is not thick, and after a while, Xu Fugui pursed his lips, and once again had a clear understanding of the status of Chinese abroad.

If he was allowed to choose, no matter how developed this place was, he would not choose to stay here.

He sighed and decided to start looking for a contact tomorrow and go back early after getting the pig equipment and technology.

It's too oppressive, it's too unfriendly.

He stayed up for three hours, watching the night get darker, and even a few drunks could be seen outside, forcing himself to go back to bed and sleep, otherwise he would not be able to do anything during the day tomorrow.

When he was sleeping in a daze, he suddenly heard a few gunshots coming from the street outside, he was shocked, turned over and looked, it was calm outside, no one came out to check, it seemed that the appearance of gunshots was a commonplace

(End of chapter)