The longer I get along with Bai Lu, the more I feel that this guy is not a normal person, Zhao Ping looked at his watch: "There is a dinner at noon, and I won't be here in the afternoon, this is the key to the house, send me a message if there is anything, tomorrow morning the exhibition opens, I will pick you up." ”

Bai Lu shook his head: "I don't know how to draw, so don't be ashamed." ”

"Whatever, now you have to tell me what to sell, otherwise how can I talk to people?"

Bai Lu went back to the house and took out a piece of white paper, on which was a copy of a stock, and handed it to Zhao Ping: "That's it, I have a lot of it, if you are interested, you can talk to me in person." ”

Zhao Ping was shocked: "How many?" "I don't know how to go, probably a few companies, hundreds of millions." Bai Lu said casually.

Zhao Ping couldn't believe it, smiled bitterly, and folded up the white paper: "I'm leaving, I'll pick you up for dinner at six o'clock tomorrow night." He went to say hello to Sha Sha again, then opened the door and left, and said one more word before leaving: "There are a lot of gangs in this area, be careful, it's best not to go out." ”

Seeing that Zhao Ping was very busy, Bai Lu didn't leave him, and he didn't cook meals from time to time, and at the same time cooked Chinese herbal soup, and applied hot compresses while eating in Shasha.

Sha Sha didn't even say no, Bai Lu didn't listen to her, after the hot compress, he helped put on his pants and asked Sha Sha: "Go out of the road to go around?" ”

When you come to a new country and a new city, of course, you have to walk and see more. Shasha said yes, so the two went out.

The temperature here is about the same as in Beicheng, and it is a little cold, which is the time to dress indiscriminately. Some people cover it very tightly, such as rustling; Some people wear very little, and they still run in short skirts, such as some foreign girls on the street.

First go to the pharmacy to buy a wheelchair and walk down the street with a rustle.

Today is the weekend. The streets were full of people. Coincidentally, Flushing is holding a neighborhood festival, and there are crowds of people everywhere, street vendors, and many tourists from other places.

For such a strange existence as Flushing, many old beauties come here, as if they are going abroad. It's more than a dozen kilometers from Manhattan, and it doesn't have the look of a metropolis at all, and most of the buildings are low-rise buildings. It has the charm of a third-tier county in China.

Almost all of the stores on the street are Chinese-language signs. In addition to restaurants, there are fruit sellers, and there are even barbecue restaurants.

Bai Lu pushed Sha Sha to walk slowly and look slowly, asking Sha Sha from time to time if he was cold. Shasha was interested: "This is the United States." ”

Yesterday I came by car and didn't look closely at the street scene. Walk slowly at this point. to appreciate the big difference here.

Street after street. Both sides of the street are full of vendors selling necklaces, bracelets, cloth bags, and hats. Most of them are handmade. Naturally, there are also those who sell clothes, purses, and shoes. What's more interesting is that there are those who sell oil paintings, and there are those who sell insurance.

Remembering the magical and strange "Injury" of the charity gala, Bai Lu stopped in front of the oil painting stall. The stall owner was a sturdy white man in his forties, and he crackled and said a lot of things, and Bai Lu said that he did not understand at all.

The old white blinked his eyes and suddenly said in Chinese: "Twenty." ”

Bai Lu suspected that he had misheard and asked, "What did you say?" ”

"Twenty, take your pick."

Bai Lu was impressed, the Han people were so great that they assimilated all foreigners. He took out twenty dollars, pointed to an oil painting the size of a half-sliding door, and said, "Arrest you." ”

That painting is a huge roast pig, although I don't understand what foreigners paint for this thing, but look at it and have an appetite, take it back and hang it in a five-star hotel, it must be very classy.

This time it was the foreigner's turn not to understand, and asked in English: "What did you say?" ”

Bai Lu said disdainfully: "It's a foreigner, I can't understand such a standard English, this, it's this, I want this." Bai Lu moved his wheelchair to get the painting.

Needless to say, the foreigner also understood what it meant, hurriedly said no, said no vigorously, and drew a row of small paintings the size of a computer bag in the front row of the booth with his hand, and said in English: "These twenty." Then he pointed to the big roast pig and said, "These are two hundred." ”

Bai Lu shouted: "I understand, he said that two hundred, I'm amazing." ”

Sha Sha couldn't help it, and had a simple conversation with the foreigner in English, and said to Bai Lu: "One hundred and five, he will sell." ”

Bai Lu seemed to be looking at aliens: "How do you know a foreign language?" I've worked so hard to understand a little bit, why can't you? ”

Shasha glanced at him: "I went to school, right?" ”

"Okay, you're amazing." Bai Lu made up one hundred and fifteen, let Sha Sha hold the big roasted lard painting, and the two of them continued to hang out.

Further on, there are things that everyone likes to see, food, countless food stalls, all kinds of flavors, there are fried cakes, there are stall cakes, there are quirky barbecues. There are also pedestrians from all over the world, black and white, people wearing turbans and cloaks, here, you will have a feeling of great unity in the world.

Bai Lu pushed the wheelchair forward slowly, and Shasha suddenly asked, "Brother, do you want to buy this?" ”

At a stall on the right-hand side, the first thing you see is a huge roasted pig's head, topped with side dishes such as onion rings and diced carrots.

Bai Lu was very impressed, how to eat such a big thing.

Shasha was still asking him, "Do you want to buy it?" It's a perfect match with the one in my hand. ”

Bai Lu bars lowered her mouth, the little girl actually dared to make fun of me, and decided to ignore the pig's head and continue to move forward. Walking through this area, the sound of music came from the front, and I walked forward for more than 100 meters, it was an open-air stage, the stage was not very high, and there were not many people in front of the stage. There were four people standing on it, singing songs that no one could understand.

Bai Lu was very humble and asked Shasha: "What Chinese language are they singing?" ”

After walking for a while, I don't know how to get there, I walked in a daze and walked in front of a body of water, looking ahead, it should be the sea, very blue water. There are many yachts parked on the docks, most of them covered with dust covers, and there are several billboards on the shore.

With the help of an English dictionary and a rustle, Shiraro struggled to guess the general meaning, saying that he could go fishing at sea, and if he wanted to go, he could just call.

Fishing on such a cold day?

Putting away the English dictionary, the two of them walked back. As he walked, Bai Lu found a big problem, got lost, and said to Shasha: "Test your intelligence, now you will lead the way, see if you can find your way home." ”

Shasha looked up at him and sighed, "Lost, aren't you?" ”

Bai Lu resolutely refused to admit it: "Nonsense, the big America is here, and you can still get lost in a small city." "Very energetic and brave to hit the road.

This guy is really brave, and he walked around and walked to a commercial street, where there was a wandering artist playing and singing to himself, and there were a few bills in the guitar box in front of him.

It was a Chinese, long beard and short hair, very thin, should be thirty-four or five years old, singing very popular English songs. In front of him was a piece of cardboard that read in English and Chinese, "I hate America, I hate Flushing, and if God gives me another chance, I will definitely not come to Flushing."

I don't know what Lu Dao is for, when he saw this sentence, Bai Lu was suddenly shocked.

It looks like whining, saying that he has no ability, but who doesn't want to have the ability? Who doesn't want to succeed?

Walking over and putting it in the piano box for twenty dollars, the thin man suddenly asked: "Chinese?" ”

"Yes."

"Just here?"

"Yes."

"Hehe, I'll send you a song, and I wish you not to be like me." The thin man spoke in a very authentic Beicheng dialect, with a slight confusion in his eyes, as if he was reminiscing anytime and anywhere.

The guitar sounds, the chords are broken up, and the crisp steel strings play a very pure campus ballad in the early winter of the United States. The thin man's voice was very vicissitudes and taste, and he sang very devotedly, singing until the back, and his eyes were closed.

“…… When I came out, I swore an oath, but when I arrived, I was confused, and after a long time, I was in pain, and if God gave me another chance, I would definitely not come to Flushing......"

Without waiting for the thin man to finish singing, in his memories and feelings about himself, Bai Lu pushed the wheelchair away. This is the dream, this is the struggle, this is the life, who is much easier than whom?

Sha Sha suddenly asked, "Why didn't he return to China?" ”

Yes, why don't you return to China? Bai Lu laughed: "What do you want to eat at night?" ”

Sha Sha thought about Bai Lu, didn't want him to work too hard, and said: "Let's eat outside, it's not easy to go abroad once, and if you don't eat some foreign things, you're sorry for your stomach." ”

Bai Lu said yes, and then asked, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"I want to eat hot pot."

Bai Lu said depressedly: "Your old man eats foreign food, so he eats hot pot?" ”

"Let's eat hot pot in a foreign restaurant, it's a foreign food."

"No, I'm afraid that foreign chefs will beat me."

When he spoke, it was almost evening, the sun was sinking, and the noisy Flushing of the day suddenly fell silent. Bai Lu pointed to the street sign and spoke: "North Korean restaurant, no hot pot; Japanese restaurant, no hot pot; I don't know what kind of restaurant this Lu Dao is, and there is no hot pot; Chongqing Restaurant? Wait, I'll ask. ”

Bai Lu walked into the restaurant quickly, and then came out at a faster speed, putting on a posture of lamenting his misfortune and anger: "Sad, there is no hot pot in even the Chongqing restaurant, and I don't want to do it." ”

At the end of the road they were walking stood four young men, looking at their skin color and appearance should be Latino, gathered together and didn't know what to say, and some of them looked at Bai Lu and Sha Sha.

Bai Lu glanced at them and continued to talk to Shasha: "Leader, why don't you eat Western food?" ”

Sasha thought for a moment: "I'm going to eat big lobster." ”

Bai Lu Ha smiled and pushed the wheelchair back. Just now I came from that side and saw a big hotel, there should be lobsters to eat.

Just two steps away, there was the sound of footsteps behind him. Bai Lu looked back, and the four Latino youths ran towards them quickly.

Bai Lu pushed the wheelchair to the wall and blocked it horizontally.

The four Latin youths didn't expect Bai Lu to react so quickly, looked at each other, and stopped at the same time, standing five meters away to look at Bai Lu.

Their goal is the bag in Shasha's arms.

Bai Lu smiled, no wonder Lao Zhao repeatedly reminded himself that this place is not very safe, it is indeed not safe.

At this moment, two young Chinese men came from the corner of the street, wearing the same vests, and as soon as they saw the four Latins, they immediately trotted to Bai Lu's side and stood side by side with him.

Four Latino youths looked at them, and one of them raised his middle finger, spat at the ground, and led the person back. (To be continued......)