"The SOS Group is planning to build a new batch of factories in the near future, and I will have people take care of them, and when the time comes, I will tell you that those who are able to come and look for jobs with me. ”

Old Man Han stood up and patted the dust on his buttocks, looked at Lao Huang and said.

There seem to be a lot of young people who are idle at home, and it is difficult for Chinese without advanced education or skilled skills to find suitable jobs abroad.

Most of them are engaged in manual work, such as food delivery and campers, and even if they are more diligent than white people, the unequal dual-track wage standard will make them earn much less than white people.

Lao Huang was very excited, and then stood up, at a loss, and finally patted Old Man Han on the shoulder to express his gratitude.

Although I knew that my childhood companion was developed, I was not embarrassed to come to the door to beg him, and said: "Have you eaten at noon, come to my house to eat, I'll buy some food." ”

"Don't bother you, it's already settled in Baoju Building, my grandson can rarely eat authentic Chinese food, bring him to try it today." ”

"That restaurant is very good, after Xiao Wu accepted it a few years ago, business is getting better day by day, and the cars are driving. ”

As the mayor of the town, Lao Huang is quite familiar with the situation in Chinatown, so he didn't force them to stay, and said: "That's it, I heard that there was a quarrel between the two people, so I went to West Street to persuade ......."

The old man led Han Xuan to walk on the side of the street.

The sunlight here is blocked by the buildings on both sides, and it is not as hot as in the center of the road.

The boy's grandfather pointed to the tower-like building with the sign of "East West Bank" hanging on the side of the road, and said: "When your great-grandfather started it, our family owned 61 percent of its shares, providing commercial and personal banking and other services, and the year before last, it was traded on the NASDAQ market, and the shares in his hand fell to 52 percent, and the assets were less than 50 million. ”

"The scale is very small, basically only in the Chinese gathering places have branches, and they don't make much money, so they should be able to help Chinese people get a channel to get loans. ”

"This East West Bank is listed?" Han Xuan looked over there again, and said in his mouth: "Since it's not worth much, why don't you absorb more shares?" I think the status of the Chinese circle will improve in the future, and when they have money, and they are used to using this bank, it is possible to expand the scale. ”

"When I have spare money, the descendants of the banks that cooperated with my father to open the bank were vying to cash out their shares, and the IPO (initial public offering) was quite good, up about 11%. ”

"Later, there were more circulating shares on the market, and no one went to buy them, so a good bank was smashed into junk stocks by them, and it took me a lot of effort to go public, so I was really angry. ”

Old man Han complained, squinting at Huamei Bank, if it weren't for the inheritance left by his own Lao Tzu, he wouldn't care, think about it carefully, what his grandson said is quite reasonable, write down this matter in his heart, and move forward.

On the classical-style cornices on both sides of the street, there are animals of different shapes, among which dragons are the most common.

In front of a small two-story building that looks like a city god temple, the walls are painted crimson, the scarlet and blue-yellow glazed tiles on the top shine, and the window frames are made of wood with cumbersome wood carvings, which is completely in line with the Chinese architecture in the eyes of Westerners.

Han Xuan felt a little nondescript.

This is especially true of the signboard, which reads "Baoju Building" in traditional Chinese and "Paul's Restaurant" in English, just like a four-legged dragon that has turned into an eight-legged one, and it is uncomfortable to look at it.

The meeting in the morning was delayed, and I talked to Lao Huang just now, and it was already more than twelve o'clock, but fortunately, I ate something when I was visiting the convenience store, and Han Xuan didn't feel hungry.

There are more than a dozen cars parked at the door, you can see Mercedes-Benz, Cadillac and the like, and there are constantly customers coming out after eating, most of the faces are white, and business seems to be quite good.

And that's exactly what happened.

After entering the store, the tables are full of people, and in the summer, they eat hot pot with the air conditioner on, and Westerners like this novel way of eating, sweating profusely and grinning constantly, which is spicy.

I don't know if it's the first time to use chopsticks, there is a fat boy who can't hold the mutton in the hot pot for a long time, and he quickly snatched it, so anxious that tears swirled in his eyes, changed the scoop, looked directly into the pot, and looked at the posture to reach out and fish.

There are also several girls in their twenties at the door, holding cameras and constantly taking pictures of the waiter dressed as Xiao Er.

The young little two were busy, maybe they thought a few white girls were beautiful, or they might have a good service attitude, stopped and raised their hands to gesture a "two" hand, their faces smiled like a chrysanthemum, and as the flash lights turned on, they hurriedly cleaned up the table and welcomed new guests.

Several black-clothed security guards quietly appeared beside the grandfather and grandson, their eyes kept scanning, and many people raised their heads, thinking that they were coming to make trouble, and the security in the vicinity has not been good.

When I saw Mr. Han in a suit and leather shoes, I immediately understood that most of them were rich people, and there was no shortage of rich people in Los Angeles, so it was nothing unusual to see more.

The young greeter in a red cheongsam, who seemed to know the old man, walked over and politely stretched out his hand, smiled at Han Xuan, and said, "Mr. Han, the place has been reserved for you, in the box on the second floor." ”

The Cantonese accent is very strong, and if you don't listen carefully, you think you're speaking a foreign language, only the old man Han who knows this language is the only one present, pushing his confused grandson and walking through the crowd.

Several bodyguards followed him upstairs, the smell of chili peppers in the air, and one of them was uncomfortable, covering his mouth and sneezing quietly.

There are a lot fewer people on the second floor, and this atmosphere is not very comfortable to eat, but in the hall, a few bodyguards must not have the heart to eat, and Old Man Han can't let them stand by and watch him eat.

The box was decorated in bright yellow, and the materials used were very high-end, and Secretary Jetton walked out softly after wiping the dishes and chopsticks, and went to the next box to eat with the bodyguards, not to disturb the grandparents.

The old man handed the menu to the boy: "Order what you want to eat, I've been here twice, except for the sauerkraut fish, which is not authentic, the others are not bad." ”

"Sauerkraut fish?" Han Xuan muttered, he hadn't heard its name for many years, and he almost forgot that there was this dish.

Thinking about why there is sauerkraut fish in hot pot, I opened the menu and realized that Baoju Building also makes stir-fried dishes in addition to hot pot, but almost all the hot pot in the hall downstairs is eating, so I was misled.

The menu was quite thick, and Han Xuan's face became weird when he flipped through it, and then he suddenly laughed, and the old man raised his head and asked, "What is so happy?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the translated name of the dish is fun. ”

"Look at this, the four happy balls are called the four happy meat balls, the mushu meat is written as wood beard meat, the drunken crab is called the drunk crab, and the mapo tofu is translated as the tofu made by a woman with freckles on her face. ”

"Buns are more fun, directly translated into pinyin Baozi, hahaha"