Just like what Han Chudong’s senior classmate told him when he first came to the United States to study, if he wasn’t ridiculed by white people or black people about his skin color, then his trip to the United States would have been in vain.
At the beginning, the senior also said that he had to study harder because he was looked down upon. At that time, he had just graduated from college and had always kept these words in mind.
It just so happened that the country needed people who could design and develop chips, and most of my friends and family were on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, so I turned down a job that offered an annual salary of $170,000 and chose to return to China.
However, plans cannot keep up with changes. After accidentally coming to this era, there is no way to go back.
To be honest, it felt good to have the support of my father's colleagues. I didn't show it too much in front of Miss Bergman, but I was indeed very happy.
The kind of assholes I just encountered were everywhere in the 1970s. If you lived in a wealthy area with generally higher education and higher income, you would probably encounter fewer of them. The polar bear has not yet disintegrated, and the bipolar hegemony is still going on. It will take many more years for the arrogance of American residents to reach its peak, but signs of it are already showing.
If you look through it, you will find that there are still big problems in society, both in the future and now.
Leave the café and wait for Miss Bergman to take the typewriter.
Han Chudong didn't talk much with Sun Laosan, just said that he would come to help tomorrow morning and had something to do in the afternoon.
Not long after arriving home, Han's father also came back from get off work. He came to his room and asked tentatively, "Today, your uncle Zhao and his men arrested two people who almost fought with you. The white girl who drank coffee with you...is she the one I saw last time?"
Compared to his son who almost got into a fight with others, Han's father was obviously more concerned about his "daughter-in-law". In the past, Han Chudong would fight from time to time, and he, as a father, had long been accustomed to it.
"Well, we just happened to meet and sit down and chat."
"I see... What do your parents do? From the accent I hear, they don't sound like they're from Los Angeles, do they?"
"...I just came from Sweden. I just learned her name today. How could I possibly know what her parents do!" Han Chudong was very afraid of this kind of conversation and felt uncomfortable all over at the moment.
“Oh~”
His tone was meaningful. After a few seconds, the father continued, "The scenery over in Sweden is beautiful. You should work hard and take your mother with you for a trip in the future. But you can't be taken away with you."
Han Chudong almost said through gritted teeth: "We are just friends. You think too far ahead."
"You're not young anymore, so make your own decision. We'll all be happy if you can have a grandchild sooner. If you do get pregnant, don't abort the baby. Do you hear me?"
He knew it was too early to say such things, but he still had to take the necessary precautions. After Han's father finished speaking, he immediately closed the door, fearing that hidden weapons such as notebooks and pens would fly at him.
Lehe sat on the sofa and picked up a novel by Gu Long to read.
Due to the lack of entertainment options, there have been many fans of martial arts novels in recent years.
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The next morning, I still got a suit and went out.
He went to the advertising printing shop first, and after asking about the progress of the order, he wandered around and turned to Sun Laosan's repair shop.
The business was okay, with about ten to twenty jobs a day, which was enough to support the family. However, Han Chudong had higher standards and found it hard to be satisfied with such a small profit.
After lunch, I lay down and took a nap. When I woke up, I called Watermelon Head and asked them to come over to help.
Just after three o'clock, someone on a tricycle delivered a huge poster as promised. It was six meters long and five meters wide. The text was written by Han Chudong for the store owner to see, and the other party copied it.
Soon, the man with the watermelon head, the man with glasses, and Da Jun, a group Han Chudong saw for the first time, came riding on two bicycles.
Seeing the words on the poster, Zhou Nan with the watermelon haircut laughed and said, "I thought it was some good business, but the big business you're thinking of is just to raise money and give it to others? A charity donation ceremony with prizes, what does that mean?"
"The special prize is... a Honda Civic, the first prize is a TV and refrigerator, the second prize is 200 yuan, and the third prize is a bicycle."
The bespectacled boy Xiao Tu felt something was wrong, and after coming to his senses, he asked, "Donating three dollars will get you a donation certificate, and you can win a prize based on the number. Isn't this just a lottery? Your father allowed you to do this?!"
Watermelon Head and the Army also came to their senses. Skipping the names of those organizations is just like selling lottery tickets and drawing lots.
"He doesn't know yet. If you see him, don't let him know. Just say you're doing something for a charity and asked me to help."
Han Chudong still had a rope tied around his neck, so he couldn't do what he wanted. He added:
"Don't worry, I have so many organizations backing me up, who would have nothing better to do than to pursue the matter. I'm not just trying to scam people out of money, I'll still donate what should be donated, most of the proceeds will be donated, I'll just keep some for my hard work, aren't we just poor people who need help?
Don't tell anyone about it. Even if your family asks, don't mention it to me. Just think of it as an event organized by a charity. Afterwards, they will treat you to a barbecue and you will be full."
"Don't worry, boss. Anyone who says that will be stabbed three times and stabbed nine times. We are just like this, we are loyal!"
Apart from the guy with the watermelon head, who else can speak like this? It would be a waste of his talent if he didn't play someone's younger brother in "Young and Dangerous".
The young man named Da Jun looked very strong. He might still be angry with Han Chudong for not helping them, but his expression did not look that angry, especially when he heard about the barbecue.
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
There's no way. My family is very poor and it's hard for us to have the chance to eat these.
Da Jun's father died early, so his mother relied on delivering milk to others to make money. It was not easy for her to get up early and go to bed late.
Xiao Tu reminded quietly that the Red-Eyed White Dragon Bloodthirsty Gang was gone. Zhou Nan with watermelon head sighed and replied that even if the friendship was gone, the loyalty was still there. It seemed that the poisoning was more serious than previously thought.
What they were asked to do was to tie a loudspeaker to the back of their bicycles and shout in the Chinatown neighborhood that there would be an event at 7 a.m. tomorrow, where they could win cars, home appliances, and cash.
The people from the advertising shop have already helped hang up the posters and nailed them to the wall.
I thought it was too low-brow, so even if we didn’t set up a stage, at least there should be a red carpet.
Han Chudong thought about it and went to Sun Laosan who was out watching the fun and borrowed a hundred dollars from him for emergency.
With Han Yiqiang around, Sun Laosan was not afraid that he would not pay back the money. He asked a lot of questions and finally paid the money. He also agreed to lend the three long tables at the door with second-hand appliances to Han Chudong for one day.
One hundred dollars has a lot of purchasing power right now.
I bought a red carpet and a few flower baskets, and had more than ten dollars left for the time being.
Watermelon Head and Da Jun each pushed a bicycle and went to crowded places. When they heard that by donating three US dollars, they could win home appliances or even brand new cars, many people's eyes lit up and they kept asking them where the event was held.
We walked through the streets and alleys until around eight o'clock.
Han Chudong had put in a lot of effort, so it was reasonable for him to treat them to dinner. In the end, due to financial reasons, they could only order three dishes and a soup at Xiaochuan Restaurant.
Da Jun was more rational. After two beers, he asked, "Xiaodong, will you lose money by organizing this event? The car, TV, refrigerator, and bicycle must cost a lot."
"Well... there is a possibility of losing money, but it's not high. I only printed 10,000 numbers, and I have cars as a gimmick, so it shouldn't be a big problem."
After this reminder.
Han Chudong was not worried at first, but now she is starting to worry...