Chu Fang: "What do you mean?"
Zhong Tingyue immediately saw through her husband's thoughts: "You're trying to renege on your promise."
"What happened?"
"You're just trying to cheat."
"I don't."
"A deadbeat."
"Zhong Tingyue, are you insulting me?"
"Deadbeat, deadbeat, deadbeat..."
Chu Fang retorted, "Since you call me a deadbeat, then I'm not going to honor the bet."
"Do you really want to become a deadbeat?"
“You’ve already called me a deadbeat, it wouldn’t be polite for me not to be a deadbeat.”
Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes dramatically.
The two walked slowly down the streets of New York and soon arrived at New York's famous commercial street.
As dusk settles, the city lights begin to twinkle, creating a vibrant and bustling atmosphere.
"Ms. Zhong."
"Um."
You owe me something.
"Why?"
"You lost the bet."
Zhong Tingyue: "???"
Have they reversed the Heavenly Gang?
Chu Fang raised his chin and gestured forward: "Please look at VCR."
A video appeared on the giant screen in Times Square, New York, accompanied by the Chinese text: "Good news! Good news! Let's warmly congratulate Ms. Zhong Tingyue on winning the International Times Award (although it's fake), but Ms. Zhong Tingyue's talent is undeniable. Please give her a round of applause..."
A cartoon character resembling Zhong Tingyue was paired with the voiceover of an advertisement selling urea bags.
It instantly attracted the attention of passersby around the square, who all turned their gazes to it.
Chu Fang grinned and said, "I'm announcing to the world that you, Zhong Tingyue, have won an award. Isn't that much more famous than the design awards in your circle?"
(?_?)... ...Zhong Tingyue said quietly, "Are you sick in the head?"
"Zhong Tingyue, you don't know how to be grateful!" Chu Fang said indignantly. "Do you know how much it cost me to play this video?"
"A full $160."
The screens in Times Square, New York, were not as expensive as Chu Fang had imagined; in fact, they were quite cheap.
15 seconds for only $40.
"I announce to the world that you have won all the international design awards."
After a brief struggle, Chu Fang finally won; Zhong Tingyue owed him something.
It wasn't that Zhong Tingyue didn't want to make a deal, but her husband said that if she didn't agree, it would be broadcast on the screen for ten days and ten nights, and then the whole world would know.
That was truly embarrassing.
The two sat there for a while, and then went to a nearby store to buy gifts.
With the international design awards over, the two of them planned to go home.
They were still not quite used to this land of outstanding people and beautiful scenery.
They bought locally famous gifts, souvenirs, tote bags, posters, records, and the like. The shop assistant kept saying they were American specialties, but when you flipped through the pages to see where they were made, without exception, they were all labeled "made in China."
Chu Fang asked in bewilderment, "Why would I travel thousands of miles to buy goods made in my own country?"
The shop assistant smiled somewhat awkwardly.
"Sir, we also have some specialty items here." The shop assistant then handed Chu Fang an empty bottle.
"What's this?"
"Canned New York air."
Chu Fang: "..."
I browsed the mall briefly, bought some small and cute souvenirs, and didn't buy much else.
Shopping in this place not only costs money, but also makes you a bitter pill to swallow.
Chu Fangcai was unwilling to do so.
Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue then went to the tavern where Zhou Yidan worked.
Zhou Yidan was the only friend they met in New York, and they might never see each other again, so it was natural for them to say goodbye before leaving.
On the way there, we passed a street corner.
Yu Jun stepped forward and said, "Mr. Chu."
Chu Fang looked in the direction Yu Jun pointed out and saw Zhou Yidan's father being beaten by several black men.
He shook his head, indicating to ignore it.
Zhou Yidan's father is beyond saving.
The group soon arrived at the tavern where Zhou Yidan worked, but did not see her.
When asked, the owner said that Zhou Yidan hadn't come for several days and said in a flat tone, "Perhaps she was shot."
Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue exchanged glances, and the latter asked, "What do you mean?"
He thought for a moment; "Let's go take a look."
The group then took a taxi to Chinatown.
Compared to the bustling Times Square area, Chinatown appears somewhat desolate, with shops on both sides of the street having their doors and windows closed, and old streetlights emitting a dim yellow light.
They soon arrived at Zhou Yidan's house and knocked on the door.
When Zhou Yidan saw it was the two of them, she said, "Brother Chu, Sister Zhong."
He then invited the four of them inside. Once inside, under the light, Chu Fang noticed that Zhou Yidan looked much more haggard. Her plain-colored coat was loose, and her long hair was disheveled.
The house was not like the one Chu Fang had visited last time. Although the house was small, it was clean, tidy, and well-organized.
Today, the house is filled with clutter, making it difficult to even step inside.
Suppressing his curiosity, Chu Fang asked softly, "Did that guy in the baseball cap bully you again?"
"Thank you for your help, Brother Chu. That's all," Zhou Yidan replied.
Chu Fang was worried that the man in the baseball cap would bully Zhou Yidan, so he asked Yu Jun to find someone to teach him a lesson.
The United States is a great place; fights and brawls are commonplace, and nobody takes them seriously.
"That's good, that's good." Chu Fang looked around. "Hey, where's your grandma?"
"He has passed away."
"Huh?" Chu Fang couldn't help but exclaim.
The old lady left...
His doubts were then resolved.
Zhou Yidan should be busy with her grandmother's funeral these days.
"Um... I'm sorry."
Zhou Yidan forced a smile: "Don't apologize, I feel unworthy of it."
"My grandmother suffered a sudden heart attack and was rushed to the hospital, but she couldn't be saved and died."
Zhong Tingyue held Zhou Yidan's hand and said, "Please accept my condolences."
"Hey, I'm used to it." Zhou Yidan didn't want to dwell on the topic, and instead asked casually, "Brother Chu, Sister Zhong, is there something you need from me?"
"The awards ceremony is over, and we plan to leave New York and return home," Chu Fang told the other party.
Zhou Yidan pondered for a few seconds and then said, "Brother Chu, Sister Zhong, can I go back to China with you?"
He paused for a moment, then continued, "My grandmother's wish was to return to China, but it was never fulfilled. Now that she's gone, I hope to take her back to China and bury her in her homeland so that her soul can find peace and rest in peace."
Chu Fang nodded: "No problem."
Both parties agreed to return to their home country together.
After a brief chat and offering some comfort to Zhou Yidan, Chu Fang and the others left.
After the others left, Zhou Yidan turned around, looked at her grandmother's photo, and tears streamed down her face involuntarily: "Grandma, I will take you back to China and fulfill your wish."
Bang bang bang... ...
Suddenly, there was a loud knocking on the door. Zhou Yidan wiped away her tears, opened the door, and looked at her father with a cold gaze.
"Why did you come back?"
“This is my home, of course I have to come back.” Zhou Yidan’s father walked as if a gust of wind could blow him away, casually tossing away a photo of Zhou Yidan’s grandmother, “It’s really annoying to look at it.”
“This is not your home. You’ve already ruined your home, it no longer exists.” Zhou Yidan picked up her grandmother’s photo and shoved her father. “Get out of here right now.”
In her childhood, Zhou Yidan had a happy and fulfilling family, but as her father became addicted to drugs, the family changed and became unfamiliar.
“I’m not leaving.” Zhou Yidan’s father nestled on the sofa.
Zhou Yidan was helpless against her shameless father and could only let him stay at home while she tidied up the house, organizing clothes and many things left by her grandmother and putting them into her suitcase.
"Why are you packing your luggage?" Zhou Yidan's father asked, his eyes slightly open.
"I want to go back to China."
Zhou Yidan's father's eyes snapped open: "What?!"
"I want to go back to China; I want to fulfill my grandmother's wish."
“No,” Zhou Yidan’s father said. “What will I do if you leave?”
"You are free to live or die. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Zhou Yidan spoke softly, but her voice was ruthless.
"No, you can't leave. You're my daughter. I raised you, so you have to support me..."
Zhou Yidan was squatting down to pack her things when she suddenly felt dizzy and then passed out. Her father dropped the bricks and, while binding his daughter with rope, said, "You can't leave, you can't betray me..."
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