After signing the agreement, Qingyi basically didn't go to work in the company, but wore a suit and a briefcase full of contracts, and ran from restaurant to restaurant. For those stubborn restaurateurs, he will always patiently keep a smile on his face and visit every day to try to touch the hearts of the other people. Maybe God will always reward those who persevere, and he has done it one after another, and the momentum is gratifying. This busy and fulfilling life finally reached a pause, and that was the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, one of the most important customs for Chinese, is no exception in Chinatown. Overseas travelers miss their hometown for a long time, but they can't reunite with their relatives, so they organize a grand Chinese New Year's Eve banquet like animals close together to protect themselves from the cold. After Qingyi received the invitation, he didn't know what impulse he had, so he also came to join in the fun.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

Boston, Chinatown, Moxiang Building.

When Qingyi came, he saw two big men in Tang costumes standing on both sides of the door, and the door gods were also like gods. Although these two people are not full of meat, their height of 1.85 meters and their faces are always stiff, and they don't look like good people, they are full of bar bodyguards. One of them glanced at Qingyi and said in Chinese, "Please show the invitation." ”

Qingyi took out the invitation.

Another big man took the invitation, opened it and looked at it, then handed it back, and pushed the door open for Qingyi: "Welcome, Mr. Zhang." ”

Mr. Zhang, I'm so much younger than them. Qingyi stuck out his tongue and walked into the Moxiang Building.

Today, Moxianglou closed for business, and the Eight Immortals Table was replaced by a large round table with a turntable, and several tables were already seated, some wearing suits and some wearing Tang costumes, but they were all Chinese. The waitresses in cheongsams were busy, and when one of them saw Qingyi, he immediately led him to a certain table. There are a few young people wearing famous brands at this table, talking and laughing, and they are all speaking English, which shows that they are all banana (banana, meaning yellow on the outside and white on the inside, that is, Chinese assimilated by the United States). Qingyi consciously sat down next to others, and did not participate in the chat (don't you think you can't talk enough in English on weekdays), and then ...... Simulating "Qiankun" in his mind, using righteous dance music as an imaginary enemy. "Plants vs. Zombies" is too simple, and he has played it in his mind for two weeks, which is more difficult than "Qiankun". However, no matter how he simulated it, he was put down by the Righteous Dance in twenty moves, and this was when he knew very little about the Righteous Dance.

He quickly immersed himself in his own world.

What if I used [White Bone Purgatory] here, but only bluffed to cover up my next [Black Blade Circle]? No, it's better to cancel the skill in time and connect with the [Soul Vortex]? Although [Soul Vortex] is also the home field, it is less restrained than the direct attribute of [White Bone Purgatory]......

Qingyi was enjoying himself, suddenly felt something, and immediately turned his head, only to see Li Mo and a middle-aged man in good spirits walking together. He knew that the middle-aged man was not small, so he quickly stood up and put on a low posture first.

Li Mo walked up to him and said with a smile: "This is Zhang Qingyi, a friend of mine; This is President Qi of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce. ”

Qingyi hurriedly said, "Hello, President Qi." ”

The chairman looked at Qingyi and showed a puzzled look: "Zhang Qingyi...... Are you (yes) or not (is) from the Xiguan Zhang family? "When I heard the president, he was used to speaking Cantonese.

When Qingyi heard this, this was a person who knew the roots of the family, and immediately dared not slack off: "Yes." ”

"Is your father Zhang Yansong?" President Qi sighed,

Qingyi nodded, he could see that this person knew his father.

The other party laughed: "I'll just say, this look and bearing are the same as Zhang Zhaojia's cake print!" ”

Calling his father "Zhang Copy's family" is definitely an acquaintance of his father. Qingyi relaxed and asked with a smile: "Uncle Shi and my dad have known each other for a long time?" Since the other party was an acquaintance, he directly changed his title.

"Of course, no more, no less, there are also (ten) five years! I still remember him, if he hadn't collapsed my factory, how would I have come to the United States! President Qi seemed to recall those years, his eyes were frozen, and he was a little embarrassed.

Qingyi broke out in a cold sweat: "......"

"Okay, there are old friends waiting for me, and I will have a baby after I lose my company! Rong Sheng, I thought you wouldn't come! President Qi woke up from his memories, smiled, and went to talk and laugh with several other uncles in Tang costumes, patted each other on the shoulder and greeted each other, very affectionate.

When President Qi turned his head, Qingyi immediately grabbed Li Mo's collar: "Where did I offend you?!" It almost didn't scare me to death! ”

"Listen to me! I didn't know that your father was so powerful that he made President Qi bankrupt? Li Mo hurriedly clarified.

"Damn, this is the authentic 'predecessors planted trees, and later generations enjoyed the shade'!" Qingyi let go of Li Mo and gritted his teeth. He glanced at Li Mo fiercely: "I don't care, you can find someone to send me back later, I'm afraid that someone will be stabbed halfway!" ”

Li Mo blinked: "It's okay, you have to believe in the security of Cambridge City!" ”

"Trust your system!"

While the two laughed and scolded, the number of guests gradually increased. Cantonese, Shaanxi, Beijing, Hunanese, Taiwanese Chinese...... A variety of Chinese dialects meet and flow in the hall, which makes people feel very intimate. Qingyi felt something warm go up along the veins and up behind her ears.

"Click, why don't you introduce the wrong hanging?" Li Mo seemed to smile and said something in Cantonese.

"Cut, too lazy." Qingyi turned his head away and listened greedily to the local voice.

It's been three years, and it's been three years since he came to the United States. On weekdays, I joke in American slang, sign contracts with English words, and watch American dramas without Chinese subtitles...... Western culture seems to dissolve into his body and permeate every aspect of his life. HE ALSO SOMETIMES FEELS LIKE BANANA. But in fact, no, as long as you listen to a Chinese word, the people and things of your homeland will appear clearly in your mind, which is a precious memory that cannot be erased.

(Li Mo waved his hand, and the waiter immediately sent a plate of mustard.) Qingyi is speechless)

When every banquet was almost full, President Qi walked to the center of the hall with a smile, took the microphone, and said in very impure Mandarin: "Today is (is) the three attacks (ten) of the New Year, according to our traditional customs of the Chinese, it is tied to today's lacquer (eating) Chinese New Year's Eve dinner!" The friends here come from all over the world, including Guangdong, Sichuan, and Heilongjiang...... But when you come here, you are a family, you are a brother and sister! On behalf of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, I wish all my brothers and sisters a happy New Year and a happy family! I also hope that everyone will paint (eat) well, drink well, play well, and don't get drunk and don't return, hahaha! ”

After saying this, the feast officially began.

While everyone was eating, the waiter also turned on several large color TVs to play the Spring Festival Gala of the Central Station. Boston's time zone is just opposite to Beijing's time zone, so everyone should watch the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala at 8 o'clock in the morning. Eating Chinese New Year's Eve during the day is indeed frustrating, but thinking about Australia spending Christmas in the summer may be more comfortable.

Watching the Spring Festival Gala, everyone's eating speed slowed down, and many Hong Kong and Taiwan Chinese also watched it very seriously. But Qingyi's table is different, except for Li Mo, everyone is immersed in eating hard, and this is the most Qingyi, he chews in his mouth, holds it in the bowl, and stares at the turntable, he is really a hungry ghost reincarnated.

Li Mogang was amused by a sketch and laughed, and when he turned around, he became angry: "Damn, you snatched all my dishes!" Then a chopstick poked at the plate, and the chopsticks were both rigid and soft, stopping the Qingyi chopsticks, this scene is comparable to the use of force to grab food in Hong Kong martial arts films in the 7th and 80s. However, Qingyi was not interested in cooperating with him to stage a classic scene, and immediately switched to another dish. In the midst of bursts of laughter, the table fought quite happily.

Soon, the sketch ended, and it was the turn of the pop song section.

AS SOON AS HE SAW THE YOUNG MAN APPEARING ON THE SCREEN, SEVERAL BANANAS IMMEDIATELY SHOUTED, "WOW, IT'S JAY!" "This time he's singing the title song of the new album!" "How can it be the title song, of course it is singing Chinese style on the central station!"

Li Mo glanced at it and said disdainfully: "It's Jay Chou again...... It's just you little kids who cheer you on, you say- hey! How do you even sound it! ”

Qingyi put down his chopsticks and said very seriously: "He is the most talented person in the Chinese music scene, and if you don't listen, you will suffer." ”

Li Mo immediately launched an offensive against the dishes, making it clear that he was willing to suffer losses, giving the good ones to others and keeping the bad ones to himself. Not only him, but many older generations also took the opportunity to turn their attention back to the dining table and push the cup to change the lamp.

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No matter how rich the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is, it is only a meal, so at ten o'clock, everyone put aside their chopsticks contentedly, turned their chairs to the TV, and digested the meal with the Spring Festival Gala.

At this time, Li Mo patted Qingyi on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Come here." ”

Qingyi followed with interest. The two of them walked through a table for a banquet, pretending to be like going to the toilet, went up to the second floor, and then came to the door of a soundproof box. All the boxes are not open today, so Qingyi can't help but be interested: "Who is inside?" ”

"I'll introduce you later." Li Mo Zhengse, straightened his collar, and then knocked on the door: "Uncle Shi, it's me and Qingyi." ”

"Come in."

Li Mo pushed open the door, and Qingyi followed into the box in an orderly manner, only to see President Qi and several old men sitting on the sofa, smoking cigarettes and watching the Spring Festival Gala one by one. President Qi patted the vacant seat next to him affectionately: "Come, Xiao Zhang, sit." ”

"No, no, no, I'll just sit here." Qingyi was sweating profusely, and he felt that sitting there was more dangerous than exposing his neck to the [Triple Torture]. "How many are ......"

"These are all directors of the Boston and Cambridge restaurant self-regulatory associations."

An old man lifted his reading glasses and asked with interest: "I heard that you are now integrating the catering express industry?" Need funding? Everyone is Chinese, speak out when you encounter difficulties! ”

Qingyi immediately understood.

If the catering industry is a forest, then the catering express industry is a parasitic flora, without a forest, parasitic plants are useless. There's more vicious competition in the restaurant industry than in any other industry, and it's happening every day, so restaurateurs simply sit together and put prices on fast food. And the amount of their pricing will directly affect the pricing of the catering express industry. If you can meet the people of the restaurant self-discipline association, it will be very helpful for Qingyi to restrict the Sicilian Express, so Li Mo will match him.

He adjusted his mood and said with a smile: "Thank you, uncles." Just once, help me tear up that company. ”