Freedom to hell.

After seeing the feather duster and the expression on my father's face, I became scared in a second.

The next morning.

When Han Chudong stood on the roadside at the exit of Chinatown, staring at the sign of the small appliance repair shop, he still couldn't understand why he was slapped in the face.

He clearly didn't want to come, but he had to give in to Old Man Han.

It was probably the instinctive stress response left in this body that made him unable to even express his thoughts. He had originally planned to come clean and say that he was planning to start a business.

Now all those words were swallowed back.

I guess even if he told them, his elders wouldn't believe him and would just think he was up to some crooked idea.

Chinese parents have liked to save money since ancient times, but if they don’t think their children have grown up, they will not pass the money to their descendants, whether it is in their home country or in Los Angeles thousands of kilometers away.

Therefore, before Han Chudong can prove that he is really different from before, he can forget about getting the savings that his elders have worked so hard to save. He won't even have the freedom to choose his own life.

Chinese parents like to let their children take the path they think is right. Although that path may not be right, it will not be too wrong. In most cases, these parents are often right, and they have more say in how to live.

If Han Chudong was still the same Han Chudong as before, it would certainly be a good thing for him to learn a skill to repair home appliances, but unfortunately the situation is very different now.

At this moment, he withdrew his gaze and let out a long sigh.

I thought about working in this repair shop for a while first, and it would be great if I could save some money. Only when my survival problem is solved can I have a say at home, and I don't have to listen to my father's arrangements even for a few buns.

Burp, it smells like meat buns.

Han Chudong was not full, but the greasy middle-aged man next to him, who was wearing a uniform and had handcuffs around his waist, said that eating too much was bad for the body.

What can I do? I don’t have the money to buy it myself. When you are under someone’s roof, you have to bow your head.

His father stood there, not intending to take his son in, and reminded him seriously: "Don't think this job is bad. Go on and learn more from the master, and try to open your own shop and be the boss as soon as possible. I would like you to be a lawyer or a doctor, but you are not motivated enough. Your mother and I have tried our best.

Without any special skills, you will starve to death sooner or later. Even though you are my son, I still think that your face is not bad at all. I should have sent you to a martial arts school when you were young, so that you could become the second Bruce Lee."

Suddenly I remembered that this Chinese superstar died young some time ago. Influenced by the environment I grew up in, I am afraid of this and think it is unlucky. I changed the subject and added, "I mean his ability to make money and find a wife."

Hong Kong films had not yet taken off in this era, let alone mainland films.

As the first global promoter of Chinese Kung Fu and the first Chinese protagonist in Hollywood, Bruce Lee was hailed by the media as the "immortal oriental legend" after his death, and his popularity is unquestionable.

It can be said that in the Chinese American circle, his status is higher than that of the mayor of Los Angeles. He has found a beautiful white wife, which is why Han's father is envious and emotional.

Although no one wants to admit it, it is an indisputable fact that most white girls of this era will not choose Chinese men as their husbands. The social status of the entire group is far from what it was in the 21st century.

If we dig deeper into the reasons, one of the reasons is that they are excluded by the social atmosphere. It is difficult for them to integrate into the mainstream group and they are marginalized.

This has a lot to do with the famous Chinese Exclusion Act. Although the Chinese Exclusion Act signed in 1882 was repealed in 1943, in California, the prohibition on interracial marriage between Chinese and whites was not repealed until 1948.

In other states, similar laws continued to be enforced until 1967, when the U.S. Supreme Court unanimously ruled that laws prohibiting interracial marriage were unconstitutional.

Counting the time, only six years have passed since 1973. Before that, Chinese people could not marry white people, and even if they had children, they would be discriminated against.

This era is not the best era for Han Chudong, but it is not the worst era either. Now that it has come, he can only let nature take its course...

His father gave him one dollar as meal money for today, and threatened to patrol the area nearby and break Han Chudong's other leg if he saw him slacking off.

Fathers always think that beating their sons is natural and they don't care what their sons think.

Leaning on his crutches, he said impatiently, "I understand."

Han Chudong had just taken a few steps forward, secretly rolling his eyes, when a pack of cigarettes was stuffed into his hand. He continued to hear instructions, saying he should learn more, ask more questions, and be smarter.

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With a look of regret on his face, worried that his son would give up halfway again, Han's father left, walking unsteadily and greeting acquaintances from time to time.

In the appliance repair shop, there was only a skinny man sitting there, the electric fan was whirring, and flies were circling around the rice bowls.

Radios, televisions, refrigerators, washing machines and other items filled the small shop to the brim, leaving only a passage for people to walk through.

There is also a small stall at the door, which mainly sells old TVs and old radios. They are all old appliances that have been replaced by other people's families. Maybe there are new models occasionally. Goods of that quality will sell out quickly.

Han Chudong entered the repair shop and kicked the washing machine with his injured foot, gasping for air in pain. After hearing the sound, the middle-aged man, who looked to be in his thirties or forties, turned around and asked, "Do you want to repair something or buy something?"

"Neither. My father asked me to come here to be your apprentice. My last name is Han, Han Chudong."

"Oh! Han Yiqiang's son, right? Your father has greeted me. Have you learned this trade before?"

After thinking about it carefully, Han Chudong said, "Maybe a little bit, but why do you call him Han Yiqiang?"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Because your father's catchphrase is that if you cause any more trouble, he'll shoot you. As a son, don't you know that?"

The middle-aged man was more or less in awe of the people in the police station. They didn't have much power, but they were enough to bring bad luck to shop owners like them.

I felt it was not a good idea to bring this up with Han Chudong, so I said, "Just listen to it, don't tell your dad. Here's a radio, unscrew it and take off the back cover, I'll teach you the rest, don't call me master, you don't have the skills, just call me Sun Laosan."

Han Chudong was not a carefree person, so he nodded and said, "Then I'll call you Third Brother. Want a cigarette?"

"Camel cigarettes with filters. I like the ones without filters. They have more smoke and are stronger. I just smoked them after breakfast. Put them here first. I'll prepare a set of tools for you. Don't throw them away."

Hearing this, he put the whole pack there. Han Chudong doesn't smoke. He may have smoked a little before. When he was lying in bed two weeks ago, he obviously had some adverse reactions after quitting smoking, but he has overcome them. It is best not to smoke if possible.

He had watched Mad Men, an American TV series about the future, and remembered clearly that people in that era were not very clear about the harmful effects of cigarettes, and the official anti-smoking propaganda and anti-smoking measures had not kept up. Just now, five out of ten people on the way here smelled of cigarettes.

When we first met, I didn't say much about the terrible consequences of smoking, especially cigarettes without filters, which are like pouring tobacco oil into your throat and lungs. From the sound of Master Sun's cough, you can tell that he is a heavy smoker. The iron box next to him is full of cigarette butts, sticking them up like a hedgehog.

The response was, "Okay, which radio, what's wrong with it?"

"This one, the red one, clean it up yourself, move a stool and sit next to me to fix it. If you learn quickly, you can become a master in half a year at most.

Xiao Han, I'm not bragging to you, but your dad made the right choice by finding me. A few days ago, someone brought in an extremely expensive Japanese Sharp LCD TV, and I fixed it easily. That thing is near us, and I'm the only one who can fix it!"

As a master, he wanted to establish a powerful image of himself in Han Chudong's mind.

In the 1970s, Japan was already quite powerful in manufacturing. After receiving support from the United States, it copied almost everything it wanted and entered a period of rapid development in manufacturing.

For the sake of the overall situation, people in Washington on the East Coast turned a blind eye. The appearance of some Japanese cars was directly copied from best-selling models in other countries, and the same goes for electrical appliances. Their market share in the world is increasing.

Sharp is already quite powerful nowadays. The so-called LCD TV is the ancestor of future LCD TVs, and it is definitely much clearer than the one in Han Chudong's home.

One was praising himself, while the other, a new apprentice, was flattering him subtly.

A few minutes later, seeing Han Chudong put the back cover of the radio back on, Sun Laosan asked in confusion, "How did you put it back on? I haven't fixed it yet."

"I've already fixed it. The antenna was just broken. I found a replacement from the same factory from the pile of parts. Listen."

After Han Chudong finished speaking, he installed the batteries and turned on the machine, and singing came from the radio.

This made Sun Lao San, who had just become a master, feel very insignificant. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Not bad, not bad. I'll find another one for you to practice on later. Anyone can do a job like changing an antenna. You can't be complacent..."