The little girl with a Latino face ordered the food first and then said she had no money. This was obviously wrong.

But this is not considered a free meal. He neither touched nor ate anything, and even wanted to exchange it for singing. If he was not desperate, no one would be willing to be so humble.

Even if the boss doesn't want to give it away for free, he can just sell it to other customers while it's hot, or eat it himself.

How hard can it be to say "No"?

Throwing the pizza directly into the trash can is really hurtful to one's self-esteem.

It was tantamount to directly insulting her by saying: Look, even if I throw it away I won’t fill your stomach.

Han Chudong couldn't stand this practice.

In a flash, he took out his wallet, pulled out three twenty-dollar bills, and asked driver Wu to help hand them to the other party.

Since you have the ability, just give others a hand.

I'm not trying to be a good person, but if I happen to see you, I won't pretend not to see you. It's only sixty dollars, and two cigars cost more than that.

There are many poor people in Chinatown, and he has provided many job opportunities in the past.

Although the salary is relatively low, it may be very important to some families, especially those elderly people in their sixties and seventies who are alone and helpless and no one is willing to give them the opportunity to earn money.

It's not that I've made a fortune, but the income from assembling and packaging toys is enough to buy food and daily necessities. At least it's a way to make a living.

Otherwise, if the toy factory is moved to Southeast Asia, the cost can be reduced by a few cents or tens of cents, even with the shipping costs included. A small amount adds up to a large sum of money.

Mr. Matthew Russell saw his actions, smiled knowingly, and said, "You are such a good man."

"Just ask her to buy some food. Everyone has difficult times. Life is hard for young people like her." Han Chudong put away his wallet and continued to eat lunch without an appetite.

He himself is also a young man, but the situation is different. Even if he does not start a business to make money, his parents and elders can help him shelter from the wind and rain. Even the kind of life he lived a few months ago was enough to make many people envious.

Mr. Russell looked at him differently and had a better impression of him.

The business issues had been discussed and they soon left. In the past, even when eating at fast food restaurants, Han Chudong would leave some money as a tip, but he didn't this time.

When going out.

Seeing the Latin American girl following the driver Wu Hai, he looked at her and asked what was going on.

Wu Hai said: "She wants you to listen to the song first before she is willing to take the money. Although she is young, she has a bad temper. She said she is not begging.

I had no choice but to let it go, but she cared about the money and was reluctant to leave, and she said she would never enter this store again. "

Han Chudong found it interesting and said happily, "Let's start, sing a song for me, and then take the money to buy food, OK?"

I just got a rough look at her face, and now looking at it again, it’s hard to tell whether this girl is fourteen years old or not.

An old guitar with peeling paint, not much smaller than her size.

"…Thank you. I hate it here. How about we go to the park across the street?"

"Of course, this grudge should be remembered. How old are you this year? Where are your parents? Why don't you find a job?" Han Chudong asked her.

The Latino girl is very wary, just like a stray cat in the alley. Even if she gets a bite of food, she will still habitually keep a safe distance.

She replied, "I am seventeen. My mother is away on business and will be back soon."

Hearing this, not only Wu Hai didn't believe it, but Han Chudong also looked at him strangely. White and Latino girls develop earlier and their height grows rapidly during puberty. No matter who looks at this girl, she doesn't look like she is seventeen years old.

I thought it was a lie, but didn't ask any further questions. I planned to pay some money after listening to the songs, so I went to the Echo Park branch of Baofeng Electric Appliances to take a look, but I was too lazy to ask more questions.

Cross the road to the other side.

The girl sat on the flower bed and picked up the guitar. Although she was small, she seemed to be quite talented. When she played the guitar, beautiful music came out.

It was no longer the song "Country Roads Take Me Home", but another recent hit song "Yesterday Again".

She was on the roadside, singing:

When I was young I'd listen to the radio

Waiting for my favorite songs When they played I'd sing along It made me smile

The playing is good and the sound is good.

The voice is so penetrating that even the sound of passing cars cannot cover it up.

This made Han Chudong's eyes light up. He was so engrossed in listening to it on the street at noon that he felt it sounded more comfortable than the original version.

I had originally thought that even if it wasn't good I would still listen to it patiently, but now I just feel amazed.

The singer and the listeners were all into it. After the song ended, the girl immediately reached out to Han Chudong for money. This time she felt comfortable asking for money.

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Han Chudong gave him twenty dollars first, then shook another bill and said, "Sing one more song and the twenty dollars will be yours too."

This temptation works very well.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Without thinking, she nodded and the Latino girl continued to play and sing songs by the Eagles, and then she sang "Take Me Home, Country Roads".

"They are all other people's songs. Have you ever written a song yourself?"

When Han Chudong handed her the third bill, he asked her, adding: "What's your name?"

"Zoe."

The girl named Zoe put the money into her pocket, touched it again with concern, and then couldn't help but smile and replied, "I have never written a song, but I created a tune. I will ask someone to write the lyrics for me in the future, release a record, and hold a concert! I have never played it in front of others. If you want to hear it... forty dollars!"

"Okay, Zoe, you play it, and I'll pay you."

I won't play unless I get paid.

She even went further in to a deserted spot near the lake, saying she was afraid someone would steal her music.

Han Chudong's thinking is more rational.

Knowing that this little girl is more concerned about how to live in the future than being grateful, it is not wrong for her to want to make more money from herself.

Not everyone can have a happy family, a good education, and never have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation since childhood. For most people, it is already very difficult to just survive. Different living environments lead to huge differences in personal thoughts and practices, and different perspectives on things.

The other party played and sang, and he paid. It was a fair deal since both parties were willing to do so.

The fact that he knew how to sing for money instead of just taking the money directly was enough to make Han Chudong admire him.

After sitting by the lake.

Zoe was more serious than before. Her fingertips moved smoothly as she quickly played a song Han Chudong had never heard of before. It sounded passionate and complete.

I don’t have the ability to write lyrics, but if I write good lyrics, it should be a very good song.

After she finished playing, Han Chudong readily gave her forty dollars and told her, "I'll give you an original song. Then go to the doors of those large music companies and sing it. Maybe someone will be willing to sign a contract with you."

Because of his appearance, future history will most likely be rewritten, and some songs may not appear again.

Rather than hiding the pearl in your head and letting it gather dust, it is better to give it to those in need.

But it’s not free.

He added: "But let me make it clear to you first. If you become famous, you must help more people in need like I helped you. Agree?"

Zoe felt that she had nothing to lose, and immediately said, "Okay, are you a composer?"

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