After listening to Sima Nianzu's words, Zhang Xudong smiled and said:
"What's there to be afraid of if you don't have money? Let's go make some money!
Is it possible that a city as big as San Francisco can't raise enough money to build a building?"
Sima Nianzu stuck out his tongue and said:
"A boss is a boss. A building worth millions of dollars is like a piece of cake in your mouth.
Brother, that archway in front is Zhonghua Gate. Once you pass Zhonghua Gate, you’ll be in the heart of Chinatown.”
After hearing this, Zhang Xudong raised his eyes and looked towards the front door.
I saw a three-door archway standing in the middle of the street ahead.
The archway has a green tile roof with a lifelike red double dragon playing with a pearl.
In the middle of the archway hangs a plaque with the words "天下为公" (The World Belongs to the Public).
"Brother, isn't this archway majestic? It's the symbol of our Chinatown."
Zhang Xudong looked at the archway and said calmly:
"Nianzu and Wanping, you two should know that our motherland is our greatest support.
As long as our country is strong enough, we can live with dignity in any country.
Also, this society cannot always be a society of fighting and killing.
Ultimately, social development depends on the development of culture and technology.
So, you still have to focus on your studies. Don't let clubs put you off studying.
When recruiting members in the future, this must be made clear. Those who are still in school must prioritize their studies.
Sima Wanping sighed and said:
"Brother, there are more than 100,000 Chinese living in this Chinatown.
There are probably not many families who can afford to send their children to school.
Also, it is common for us Chinese children to be bullied at school.
So there aren’t many children who can go to school and who enjoy going to school.”
Zhang Xudong was stunned and asked:
"Are the Chinese here still too poor to go to school? Are there no Chinese schools here?"
Sima Nianzu listened and said, "Dad said that in the past, California implemented a policy of educational segregation.
This policy does not allow Chinese children to attend public schools.
Although this policy has been officially abolished for more than ten years, discrimination and restrictions against Chinese people in their schools still exist.
There is only one public primary school here, which was formerly called Far East Public Primary School.
As soon as you hear this name, you will know how much they discriminate against us Chinese.
Although the school was later renamed, its educational quality remained poor, its funding was insufficient, and its management was chaotic.
They often ask us to sing their national anthem or something, so no one wants to go.
Therefore, if our Chinese children want to study, they either go to private schools or church schools.
But the tuition fees of private schools are too expensive and most families cannot afford it.
The church school is like an English cram school. Not only does it fail to teach any knowledge, it also only teaches some doctrines.
Nowadays, most of our Chinese children just know a few words and no longer read.
They entered society early, some went to work, and some joined gangs.
There are quite a few gangs in Chinatown now, and they will do anything bad for money.
That’s why I thought of myself as a club.
At least it will give these people a place to earn money and put some restraint on them.”
After hearing this, Zhang Xudong frowned and asked:
"Then can't we Chinese run our own schools? Can't so many people donate money to build a primary school?"
Sima Nianzu smiled bitterly and said:
"It costs a lot to build a school, and the annual cost after the school is built will be tens of millions.
In addition, the education committee here is very strict in approving Chinese private schools.
They will also participate in the management and teaching of the school after it is completed.
My dad and his association once tried hard.
But there was no agreement on asking everyone to subsidize the school every year.
It is only in recent years that we Chinese have been freed from so many restrictions and have some spare money.
Everyone is thinking about how to make money quickly, and not many people value education.
Brother, we are almost home, so let’s stop thinking too much.
Let’s first think about how to make enough money to build our headquarters before we think about anything else.
Alas! Without money, it’s useless to think too much! "
Zhang Xudong was amused by Sima Nianzu's old-fashioned look.
"Okay, you don't have to worry about the money. We can figure it out."
Several cars stopped in front of a two-story building with a small courtyard.
Zhang Xudong got out of the car and looked at the small two-story building in front of him and said:
“Nianzu, you live in such a small wooden house?
I thought you lived in a big villa.
But can this place accommodate so many of us?"
Sima Nianzu said with a smile:
"Brother, do you think everyone here is as rich as you?
The people here have always been doing labor, and they are lucky enough to have enough food and clothing and not starve to death.
It was when my father came that we were able to live a better life because we used our savings to buy that pier.
Do you think everyone can afford a luxury yacht like you and buy a building with just one word?
My dear brother, what makes you think that everyone here has so much money?
Also, there are tall buildings here except for the street we passed by.
Most of the houses in other places are wooden.
San Francisco is in an earthquake zone, and this wooden house is earthquake-proof.”
Zhang Xudong touched his nose awkwardly and said:
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