Zhou Nan, who had a bowl-shaped haircut, happened to hear these words after taking a shower. He did not plan to continue to take the college entrance examination. Even if he passed, he could not afford the tuition, not to mention that he would not be able to pass at all.

"Selling cars is a waste of money. I might as well build cars if I have the time. You just rolled in the water and came out? You didn't even rinse off the foam in your hair. Keep washing!"

"How come you still have the habit of bragging after losing your memory? Gang leader, I, the Eight-Pocket Elder, am not the one to criticize you. You just got your driver's license, and you dare to build a car?"

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Before taking a shower, Han Chudong listened to him chattering for a long time about his position as the Eight Bags Elder in the gang, thinking that even if the funny Red-Eyed White Dragon Bloodthirsty Gang was disbanded, he would still have to keep his position.

To the point that now I look at this little watermelon-haired boy with strange eyes and even his tone of voice is not good. I always feel that he is a fool who has had his head damaged by reading too many martial arts novels.

Except for the man with glasses, Liu Futu.

Han Chudong and the other two used to be the last in their class. Even though their class was made up entirely of Asian students, they still had many small circles.

The racial barriers have not been broken yet. The solid barriers do not exist on paper, but they still exist in people's hearts.

In the past, when black or Chinese students appeared in a class of white students, they were either bullied or ridiculed. Worse still, the entire class of white students went on strike and demanded that the school expel the people of color from their class, as if studying with them would be "contaminated."

Over time, there are no parents willing to send their children to be humiliated. Universities also set higher thresholds for people of color. Nowadays, you can't get into a good university just by having good grades. The boy with glasses was rejected by the school this time because the quota was full. In fact, his test scores were not bad.

The four of them had been in the same class since they were young, and their parents also hoped that they would support each other. Their relationship was so good that they could wear the same pants. After listening to Han Chudong's words, the boy with glasses said, "It doesn't matter whether it's money or not. Brother Xiaodong, if you make money, just treat us to a meal. But don't you plan to continue taking the exam? Business is not that easy to do."

"If I don't study now, if I succeed someday, I can just ask for an honorary degree from a top university. I have more important things to do."

Ordinary people go to school to learn skills to make money and live. Since Han Chudong has no shortage of these, there is naturally no need to waste that time. He has been studying all the way from kindergarten to his doctorate, a total of more than 20 years in school. He has already reached the point where he feels nauseous just thinking about it.

If it is normal times.

The glasses guy would definitely have nothing good to say, and he would probably laugh at Han Chudong, laughing at his wishful thinking and daydreaming. Those universities do award honorary degrees to celebrities and wealthy people, but they don't award them to anyone casually.

Liu Futu, who was wearing broken glasses, always felt that Han Chudong in front of him was very different from before. Not only was the tone of his voice different, but his expression also looked more majestic, making him feel like he was talking to his elder.

Intellectually, he told him to continue to persuade him and not let this childhood friend lose the family's money. However, he had the urge to believe Han Chudong, so he held back the words that were about to come out of his mouth. The boy with glasses just nodded and replied, "Okay, what do you want us to do specifically?"

"I'll arrange it first. I think it's just some odd jobs. I can't handle it alone..."

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I didn't tell my family about my thoughts because I was worried that they would be held back.

Han Chudong knew that their starting point was definitely for his own good, but it was not necessarily right. Maybe it was suitable for the Han Chudong in the past, but he is completely different now. Except for the appearance, he is a completely different person in terms of thinking.

The plan of getting something for nothing was skirting the law. If he told his family members clearly, not to mention his grandparents and mother, his father would definitely kill him first and kill a good business in the cradle.

The idea of ​​making money in his mind was actually quite simple.

Someone in San Francisco was arrested for selling illegal fake lottery tickets, but what if they were not fake? In the textbook, there was a story about a group of people raising funds, writing the same person's name, and sending that person on a trip. Han Chudong also played the lottery game with his elders in his hometown...

The next morning.

Instead of going to the repair shop, I skipped work and went to do my own thing.

Han Chudong went out at the same time as his parents, but found an excuse to sneak back home and picked out a suit and tie from the closet in his parents' bedroom. He already had a shirt and leather shoes.

Loose formal wear for men is popular nowadays. Both the shirt and the trousers are quite large. Although I am not as tall as him, they don't fit me well, but at least they look flawless.

Thinking about the outfits of the people on the street, I found a hat that matched the color of my clothes and put it on. I went to the bathroom and used a large amount of white mousse to comb my hair into a big backcombed style.

Although his hairstyle is not good-looking, he has plenty of hair, which immediately improves his appearance by one or two levels, making him look like a handsome man in Hong Kong in the future.

He went out of the house very satisfied, with only four dollars and seventy cents left in his pocket. He had taken all the belongings in the piggy bank with him, and the piggy bank was empty, just for show.

Before leaving, he also took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Han Yiqiang is so famous in Chinatown that many people come to him for help and give him cigarettes and alcohol as a gift.

The stock at home filled up one drawer, and the rest was sold to the grocery store. This money was almost enough to cover the monthly firewood, rice, wine, salt, water and electricity bills.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

So even though the salary is not much, I can save a lot of money and live more comfortably than many so-called middle-income earners in the main urban area.

After going out, he went straight to an organization called "CCLA", which stands for "Catholic Charities of Los Angeles". Han Chudong found the location from the map book at home and didn't know anyone in this organization.

Better sense of direction.

Taking advantage of the pleasant morning temperature, I walked among the crowd carrying an empty briefcase.

Clothes make the man. From time to time, some girls walking towards him would smile at him. Influenced by the local cultural atmosphere, they also became bolder. If Han Chudong took the initiative to strike up a conversation with them, maybe there would be a story.

Han Chudong was not as desperate for a wife as Sun Laosan was, so he just smiled and groped for a while to find the charity organization next to the church.

I stood at the entrance, looked at the sign, took a deep breath, walked in, and went upstairs to the office of this charity.

He spent most of the night thinking about it yesterday and has almost come up with a detailed plan. Now he looks very confident. When he walked in, he had a smile on his face, looking a bit like an official clerk.

A bald white man saw him, put down his coffee cup, stood up and asked: "Excuse me, what can I do for you? Are you looking for someone or something?"

"I want to donate some money, you accept donations here, right?

Mason Han, a representative of the Chinatown Chinese Association, recently wanted to donate to some nearby charities to provide some help to the homeless and children. I have already contacted the Children's International School, the American Children's Charity and other organizations yesterday. "

Han Chudong's face remained calm and his tone was very steady when he said these nonsense.

The main source of funds for charities to survive is donations. The white man immediately smiled and said happily, "Of course! This is really good news. Would you like a cup of coffee?"

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