Manhattan, New York, two o'clock in the morning.

In the streets surrounded by high-rise buildings, the hustle and bustle of the city continues, and the brilliant lights extend in the long street that is endless.

Traffic was still intensive, and there were only slightly fewer pedestrians on the roadside than during the day, and there were more homeless people, beggars, and some strangely dressed young people.

The police car stopped on the side of the road, two police officers stood by the telephone pole with coffee and chatted, the white steam from the coffee mixed with the heat when talking and breathing, and at some point, people subconsciously stopped, stretched out their hands, and looked up at the night sky of the street surrounded by high-rise buildings.

In the sky, some rain flowers fell down, dripping, making this summer a little more cool.

At this point in time, wandering outside is more of something that cannot be seen in the light. There are also a lot of drunk people who have just come out of the bar night club, or people who are looking for fun.

The night in Manhattan is like a crocodile awakening, at this time, opening its fangs. Devouring all the.

In the all-night restaurant "St. John's" located on the corner of the road, through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, people who are still resting in it talk about the latest stock market in surprise. In this round of stock market bull market, there are many people who have made money, but there are still many people who have lost a lot.

At this moment, these have become talking points to kill time.

Compared to the somewhat dull atmosphere mixed with soft background music, the arrival of this light rain has undoubtedly brought new life to the restaurant, and everyone has a real relaxed smile on their faces, talking about the stock market and talking about something really interesting.

This restaurant covers an area of about four or five hundred square meters, the decoration is simple and elegant, and the lighting is sufficient, at this time the customers in the restaurant are about eighty percent full, mostly relatively young men and women, most of them are employees of nearby companies and office buildings who work all night to relax and rest.

Most of these people are drinking coffee, and some don't know where to go on this Christmas night, most of these people have wine in front of them, and they pour themselves without saying a word, and from time to time someone pushes the door in, subconsciously pats the snowflakes on their shoulders, and orders something to pack and take away at the counter.

In the corner of the dining room near the window, a young man in a black shirt sits. Because sitting in the corner, I can't see his face clearly. He also wears a baseball cap with the brim covering most of his face. But I can vaguely see that it is a face full of oriental atmosphere.

A black trench coat hung from one side of the chair, with black trousers on his legs, one leg resting on the other. Judging from the back, this is a very athletic man.

At this moment, he took a book in his hand and quietly flipped through it. On the table in front of him, there was a cup of coffee and some desserts. He reckons that the coffee seems to be cold after being here for a while, but he doesn't mind, occasionally putting down his book, taking a sip of coffee, and then turning his head to look out the window at the night scene.

Looking at the impurities in his hand, it was estimated that it was due to language, and he frowned from time to time. Then he put down the impurities, took out his phone again, and looked at some of the information on it.

After a while, a mature and attractive woman about thirty years old, dressed in restaurant overalls, came over with another cup of hot coffee, gently replaced the coffee cup in front of the young man, and the girl raised her head slightly and glanced at him: "I didn't ask for service." ”

"Your coffee is already cold, and this cup is free to taste. The waiter then said very softly.

Not too much surprise, the man nodded, then lowered his eyes again. The book in his hand turned the page and said lightly: "Thank you." ”

The woman seemed to want to communicate with the young man, but seeing his indifferent expression, although she hesitated for a moment, she still asked, "Are you from Huaxia?"

The young man looked up at the waitress, then shook his head and said, "It's time to go about your work." Thank you so much for your coffee. ”

The waitress smiled, ignoring the expulsion in her words, and continued to ask, "Islanders?"

Shaking his head, the young man's eyes looked out the window at the snowy streets. Traffic is still crowded. At two o'clock in the morning, Manhattan is still a bit lively.

In front of him, the waiter was still talking with a very good smile.

"Then it's Huaxia, I've been to Huaxia several times, Yanjing, Xiangjiang, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Huaxia is very good......"

Another Chinese fan?

Thinking of the beautiful Mei Lansha he knew at Stanford University before, Ye Qiu didn't think that the waitress in front of him was a fan of Huaxia. She came over to talk, naturally thinking that she could take a young man back to her house after work to do something that both men and women love to do.

Of course, it's paid!

At this point in time, after being a waiter in a café, you can naturally earn a little extra money. Judging from the clothes, the young man in front of him will not tip less. And he is also a Chinese person, if the service is good, he can make more money.

The young man had already guessed what the waitress was thinking, he took a sip of coffee, and then said frankly with a smile: "I hate the United States, if possible, I hope I don't have to come." ”

The waitress was visibly stunned for a moment.

Doesn't it mean that the Chinese people worship the United States? Aren't they all yearning for the United States? Don't they all want to have something with the women of the United States?

The Chinese people in front of them don't seem to be like this.

But she also understands that this business may not be negotiated. Of course, she is not discouraged, such rejections happen every day, she just needs to have a business.

Well, isn't there a little oriental face sitting in the other corner? looks like an islander...... It is said that his ability in all aspects is very poor, but it is still possible to earn him a sum of money.

Thinking of this, the waitress also ignored the young man and walked straight to the island man in the corner.

Looking at the message on his phone, the young man sighed softly.

He was Ye Qiu, and after having dinner with Catherine, he went out. After more than two hours of wandering through the streets of Manhattan and getting acquainted with the surrounding terrain, I came to this café where I drank coffee and seemed to be waiting for something.

In the afternoon, he talked about the cooperation with the old Klopb, and he didn't care. He didn't have much hope before, but this time he came to the United States, and he still had to do something.

As for Catherine, she was a little depressed. originally thought that he could help Ye Qiu, but he didn't expect things to be so deadlocked.

Fortunately, Ye Qiu comforted her.

I knew the hospital where Luo Lingyan lived, but Ye still had a very important task to do, and he didn't have time to go over and take a look. Knowing that her health has improved, her heart is also a little more steady.

According to the news from Ning Wei's side, Ye Fan and the fat man are most likely also in New York. I thought that I would never see each other again after saying goodbye to the cruise ship, and I wonder if I would have the opportunity to meet this time......