Rebirth: Outstanding

Song Tianyao thought that Tang Boqi would pay to order food, or be driven out of the restaurant by the waitress, but the **** was like his **** stuck to the seat, chatting with the blonde waitress, and finally coaxing the hot American girl. Grinning openly, he turned around and brought two free foods for the fans.

Until the food was served, Tang Boqi took out some small change from his pocket and handed it to the other party: "I am not the tramp on the street who often pretends to be a fan to cheat food, Jenny."

The waitress put her hands on the table and lowered her body without any shyness. She even showed her plump figure to Tang Boqi proudly, and then blinked her eyes at Tang Boqi: "If you can bleach your skin with bleaching powder, I'll consider going for a drive with you."

After speaking, Jenny turned and twisted her **** figure to leave.

After Tang Boqi looked back, Song Tianyao said to him, "That woman is discriminating against you."

"It's already much better than you were looked down upon by the British in Hong Kong, right? That's not discrimination. Sooner or later I can sleep with her." Tang Boqi bit his straw and took a sip of Coke and asked Song Tianyao: "I didn't see that. The cousin who passed by told me on the phone and asked me to entertain you. So, what can I do for you?"

Song Tianyao took a bite of a hamburger and said to Tang Boqi after swallowing it: "There are some young Americans in the San Francisco Bay Area. They wear strange clothes and wigs, don't go to class or work, and hang around on the streets all day. Do you know where people are?"

"You're right." Tang Boqi sucked out a Coke straw and said to Song Tianyao: "In the entire Chinatown, everyone doesn't care what Americans do. Only I care. Chinese people do not enjoy the benefits of those white people here, what about those white people. No need to do it, even if you go on strike or strike, the dime that should be lost will not be less, but if a Chinese dare to do this, then his job will say goodbye to him. What are you looking for with those white youths? These young people will be on Haite Street during the day, but they will not see them at night. Most of them will find someone of the opposite **** who they don’t know to spend the night with, thinking that’s cool. In fact, I also think that you can just find someone who doesn’t. The white girl I know is cool to go to bed, but no white girl wants to sleep with me."

"Are there many such people in the entire San Francisco Bay Area?" Song Tianyao asked Tang Boqi.

Tang Boqi nodded: "Many, not only San Francisco, but the entire Californian white youth like it, and I like it too, but I am a yellow man and I don’t have the money to buy those fashionable decorations. Those guys change their images every two or three days. What are you looking for them for?"

"I'm not looking for them, I want to know where they buy wigs, or where is the wig factory in San Francisco?" Song Tianyao said to Tang Boqi, "I want to make a fake."

Tang Boqi was stunned for a moment, and his laughter expression stopped for a while, but immediately resumed as usual: "Are you talking about fraud in San Francisco, or in Hong Kong?"

"Hong Kong." Song Tianyao noticed Tang Boqi's expression just now, but still smiled and said: "I want to come to San Francisco to see if I can buy some equipment and go back to the open wig factory in Hong Kong."

"The wigs here are going to sell for 70 to 90 dollars each, you will make a lot of money, brother." Tang Boqi said with a smile to Song Tianyao: "After eating, I will take you to a hotel in Chinatown, and I will accompany you tomorrow. Look at the white youths on Haight Street."

After eating this meal, I watched Tang Boqi chatting with several waitresses for a while. Although Tang Boqi insisted that the waitresses were just joking with him, Song Tianyao felt that the waitresses were more like discriminating against Tang Boqi and treated him as Being a clown, but Tang Boqi enjoyed it, as if he couldn't hear the malicious words.

Leaving the fast-food restaurant, passing through San Francisco Union Square, we came to the largest Chinatown in the United States except New York. At the entrance, the quaint blue archway was hung with several lighted red lanterns, shining on the four of the arches written by Sun Yat-sen. A big character, the world is the public.

At night, neon lights and Chinese lanterns illuminate the main road of Chinatown. Pedestrians of the same skin color as Song Tianyao walked on the street, speaking Chinese with accents from various places. Song Tianyao, who was sitting on the back seat of a Harley motorcycle, was walking on the street. There is a feeling of traveling through time and space.

Tang Boqi helped Song Tianyao to find a Chinese hotel run by Chaozhou people. Then he arranged to come here tomorrow morning to pick him up to Haite Street, and then drove off on a motorcycle. In his words, he wanted to continue flirting with white American women. .

The owner of this hotel is a very enthusiastic obese middle-aged man. After learning that Song Tianyao is also from Chaozhou, he helped him choose a relatively quiet house, and invited Song Tianyao to taste the typical Teochew cuisine made by his wife, stir-fried pork floss with beans. .

Song Tianyao smiled and refused to say that he had already eaten. He went back to the room and lay down on the bed to rest. The hotel owner ran up and knocked on the door after eating. Uncle drank Chaoshan Kungfu tea and talked about the things in his hometown by the way. He hasn't returned after more than ten years away from home, and I don't know what it will be like now."

Song Tianyao did not refuse this time. He went downstairs to accompany the boss here and started drinking Kung Fu tea. He talked about Hong Kong and Chaozhou to the husband and wife who had been away from home for 13 years. After chatting for a while, Song Tianyao asked intentionally or unconsciously: "Uncle Are you familiar with Tang Boqi's family?"

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When Song Tianyao was drinking Kung Fu tea with the hotel owner and his wife and chatting about the past in his hometown, Tang Boqi, who told Song Tianyao that he was going to flirt with the white girl, was sitting in front of his parents and brother: "I have asked, that guy trusts me very much. He saw a wig factory in San Francisco. Then he was going to go back to Hong Kong to open a wig factory and sell it to the United States. He had a strong vision. Everyone in Hong Kong knows that the United States is selling well recently."

"Wig?" Tang Boqi's father Tang Shihu frowned and murmured with a tired face.

Song Tianyao came to San Francisco. It was not that what Tang Boqi told Song Tianyao was that Tang Jingyuan made a casual phone call and asked him to help him. It was Tang Shihu’s younger brother, Tang Jingyuan’s father, Tang Wenbao, who personally called Tang Shihu and did what Song Tianyao did. Such as helping the Chu family swallow the Zhang family medicine business, and praising Chu Xiaoxin to become a justice of the peace, etc., I just want to say that Song Tianyao is a little bit golden.

Tang Wenbao said on the phone that Song Tianyao insisted on coming to San Francisco before leaving the Chu family to do business this time. He must have made a careful plan to do business with the Americans, so that Tang Shihu's family must find out what Song Tianyao is going to do. Such a business, if you can know what kind of business it is, it is indeed very profitable. Tang Shihu and Tang Wenbao have joined forces, one in Hong Kong and the other in the United States. How can they do more and bigger than Song Tianyao alone. Even if Song Tianyao knows afterwards, There is no alternative, and no one has stipulated that he is only allowed to do business alone. This is a typical cut-off in the business field. Although it is not open and upright, no one can criticize it.

"He didn't doubt you?" Tang Shihu looked at Tang Boqi: "Just tell you that he is going to make a fake accident?"

"If you switch to the other side, you won't doubt it. Our family has its own laundry business in San Francisco and is far away from Hong Kong. There is no threat to him at all. Of course there is no doubt." Tang Boqi lazily leaned on the sofa and said, "Furthermore, Doing legitimate business is not a thief. Why should you keep it secret as if you don’t see anyone?"

Tang Shihu rubbed his hands with large and small wounds that had been cracked by washing and drying clothes all the year round: "The talk with your uncle on the phone about eating people and not spitting out bones. It doesn't look like it. Doesn't you have a defensive heart?"

"I think it's true. Now wigs are sold for eight or ninety dollars a top in the store. Look at the white youths who linger on the street all day. They change their styles in three or two days. There are even big men wearing female wigs walking around. On the street." Tang Boqi’s eldest brother, Tang Bozhen, lowered his head and pondered for a long time before he said: "And the supply is in short supply. I have thought about opening a wig factory before, but the robot construction site is too expensive. Locally, the machine alone costs tens of thousands of dollars, and the hair used in the wig is all real hair. The price is too high and it is not easy to buy. It requires specialized personnel to solve these problems before proceeding, so I thought about it. In the end it didn't mention it."

"Billy has been running errands next to Song Tianyao in the past two days, remembering what he saw in his heart, I will call back to your uncle's house and ask about the situation in Hong Kong." Tang Shihu finished listening to his eldest son. If you look at Tang Boqi: “If Hong Kong sells wigs to the United States to make money, of course, he can’t make money alone.”

"Doing this is not so good? That guy trusted me, but I..." Tang Boqi scratched his head and said weakly: "If you do laundry business, do laundry business. If uncle talks about robbing banks to make money, do we have to work together? Are they teaming up to grab the bank? Focus on doing a business?"

Tang Shihu glared at his second son, who was always unmotivated and had been mingling with white youths all day, and reprimanded: "I have been running a laundry room for decades, and of course I don’t want you to continue like this! Chinese in recent years, Blacks and Mexicans are in a much better situation in the United States. Although those whites still discriminate against us, but thanks to so many American soldiers who died in the war and vacated many positions and jobs, we have been able to do business like whites, of course. Seizing the opportunity to expand the business, is it still like me back when I came to collect clothes for whites and were not allowed to enter the courtyard? And now if you look around, how many laundry rooms are open? The laundry business is already very difficult. If it hadn’t been for my reputation for decades, it would have been closed long ago! Let you do it, and the world’s business people do it. There is no regulation that he is only allowed to do fake things, and we can’t do it!"

"Then if it is clear that the fake intentions are really making money?" Tang Boqi looked at his father with a depressed look: "Let the eldest brother do a good job..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Shihu already cried out: "Your eldest brother wants to help me take care of three laundry shops, go all the way to pick up clothes and settle the bill, where can I have time? You are the only idler in the whole family, of course you do it! You graduated from college, and I asked you to go to the South Bay to open a laundry room. You don’t agree with me all day long with..."

"I'm not a idler. Boston University has a bachelor's degree and a master's degree in economics. How can I not be considered a idler? I just want to go to Wall Street in New York to find a job. If you don't agree, I will wait for your approval at home temporarily." Tang Boqi Dissatisfied with his father calling himself an idler, he defended.

"Billy, you hear clearly, as long as I have a breath, I will not allow you to go to Wall Street to be a stockbroker or insurance broker that deserves a thousand dollars! Does it feel good to be scolded every day? I am damned. The stockbroker lied and lost thousands of dollars in vain. It was all my clothes and I washed them and exchanged them. I was lied to, how could I let you lie again! You didn’t tell me last time, Your mentor has already lost money on Wall Street to the point of bankruptcy? No matter how powerful you are, can you be better than your mentor?" Tang Shihu snarled angrily when Tang Boqi once again mentioned about going to New York Wall Street to find a job.

Tang Boqi curled his lips: "Well, what I do is, if I find out that I can make money by making wigs, can I do it? Stop scolding, which Americans do not support their sons to do what they like, but we Chinese, what fathers do, I wish my children and grandchildren would do what they would do and not have their own ideals. When you are old enough to leave all the laundry to your eldest brother, and leave all the false intentions to your eldest brother, I will go to Wall Street again. I just want to go. It’s a big deal. In a few years, I will definitely go and do what I say."