Chapter 77 The Seventy-Seventh Day of Not Running Away The Seventy-Seventh Day of Not Running Away...
Milin was eating Chinese food. The stewed chicken porridge was so comforting, and she could occasionally taste some ingredients that she couldn't discern.
This bowl of chicken congee looks simple, but it's served with six or seven side dishes, and every single one of them tastes exceptionally delicious.
She was particularly surprised when she first saw the plate of mung bean sprouts, thinking that the Zhang family was so rich, yet so frugal.
But after eating them, Mi Lin discovered that these bean sprouts were unusual; they tasted exceptionally sweet. Intending to strike up a conversation with Mei Lin, she smiled and asked how the mung bean sprouts were made.
How come she's never tasted anything this delicious in all these years of eating bean sprouts?
The other party told her that this small dish of mung bean sprouts should be made by selecting the two ounces of the thinnest and crispest ones from two pounds, and then using chicken bones, pork bones and some ginseng to make a broth. When making it, the bean sprouts should be trimmed and blanched in the broth, and the taste will be almost perfect.
Mi Lin was speechless for a moment.
It's truly like making cabbage material at the price of cabbage jade.
No wonder each bean sprout tastes so good; the ingredients themselves aren't expensive, but the effort put into them is.
"Miss." Meilin was instructing the maid to pack some snacks, sandwiches and salad when she saw Zhang Yurong walking angrily toward the door.
She went to greet her and looked at Zhang Yurong with concern.
Susan and her son also came along.
Susan asked with concern, "May, are you alright? Did you have another argument with your father? He's not feeling well, how could you, his daughter, start another argument with him as soon as you get home?"
Even though Zhang Yurong knew that Susan was deliberately saying that to provoke her, she was still furious. But she knew that arguing with Susan would be falling into her trap.
Therefore, he said to Susan in a calm tone, "I didn't quarrel with my father. I just have some things to take care of. Susan, thank you for your concern."
After saying this, Zhang Yurong looked towards the dense forest, "Have you finished eating?"
Even if they haven't eaten well in the dense forest, they still need to "eat well" at this time.
She's not that stupid.
"alright."
"Let's go then," Zhang Yurong said.
Meilin quickly asked Milin to take the packed dinner with her.
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"Miss Zhang hasn't been here for two days, has she?"
One afternoon, the weather was fine, and Jiang Zihan was peeling an apple for Wen Chan when she brought up this matter.
Wen Chan was reading the newspaper and the Wall Street Journal at the time, and without looking up, she said, "It's been two days." She skillfully picked up the scissors and cut out the content she needed.
Microsoft is now famous in the United States, but the Windows that people are familiar with today is only version 3.0. The technology is still underdeveloped, and the memory is pitifully small, making it unsuitable for office work at all.
Wen Chan could only barely manage to collect information using the most basic methods, creating a scrapbook.
She found it funny when she made scrapbooks, feeling like a primary school student playing a game.
Jiang Zihan peeled the apple, rinsed it, cut it into pieces, and arranged them on a plate. She looked at Wen Chan hesitantly and said, "Sister, take a rest and have some apple."
Wen Chan looked up, put her things aside, and ate an apple while looking at Jiang Zihan. "You seem restless today. What happened?"
When she asked this question, Jiang Zihan immediately started talking, "Sister, I asked Sun Xiaojun about it. Miss Zhang's family situation is very complicated. I heard that her family was recently involved in a lawsuit and it made a lot of news."
"Really?" Wen Chan asked. "What's your relationship?"
"They say Ms. Zhang's uncle embezzled company funds, but the case was about to be filed, but it was withdrawn," Jiang Zihan said. "I think Ms. Zhang's family might be in a lot of trouble. Will this affect us?"
Jiang Zihan is quite clever.
Wen Chan felt somewhat gratified.
She brought Jiang Zihan and the fat man along as assistants, partly because she needed their help with certain things, and partly because she hoped to train them.
It's good as it is now; at least they know how to take initiative, understand the situation, and won't be foolish enough to do nothing.
"It will definitely have an impact, but it might be a positive one."
Wen Chan said thoughtfully.
Just as she finished speaking, the phone rang. She picked it up and, upon hearing that it was Zhang Yurong on the other end, raised an eyebrow and pointed to the television. Jiang Zihan understood and picked up the remote to turn off the TV.
"Okay, I understand. It's settled then. See you tomorrow."
Wen Chan's conversation with Zhang Yurong was very brief; they hung up the phone after only a few words.
Jiang Zihan waited until she put down the phone before leaning forward to ask, "Sister, is Miss Zhang coming tomorrow?"
Wen Chan nodded, "Yes, I'm bringing people from the Particle Foundation to meet with me."
Jiang Zihan was startled and couldn't help but feel nervous.
"They're coming, so what preparations do we need to make?"
Wen Chan rested her chin on her hand and pondered for a moment: "Go to bed early and get up early, and exercise."
Jiang Zihan almost fell over, speechless as she looked at Wen Chan. "Sister, I'm serious. I think we should prepare some small cakes, donuts, and coffee. If we accept their food, they'll feel obligated to treat us better."
Jiang Zihan couldn't even imagine that the elite fund staff would be so superior.
She inquired with Sun Xiaojun and learned that such people were among the top talents even on Wall Street, and that they were all high-level executives, which made her feel intimidated.
Especially knowing that many of these people earn hundreds of thousands of US dollars a year, they are even more intimidated.
You should know that she earns 1,000 yuan a month, and Wen Chan covers all her food and drink. Jiang Zihan herself thinks that's quite remarkable.
Compared to these people, I probably don't earn as much in a month as they do in an hour.
Wen Chan understood Jiang Zihan's nervousness. She patted Jiang Zihan's hand and said, "Don't worry, even if you prepare lobster and abalone, they won't give us a good look."
Jiang Zihan:
Oh, is this the right way to comfort someone?
Isn't this adding insult to injury and making matters worse?
Wen Chan laughed and said, "My educational background is probably the lowest on Wall Street, and I'm from China, so I don't have any practical experience on Wall Street. Zhang Yurong wants me to manage the entire private equity fund and lead them. Do you think you would accept that if you were in her shoes?"
Even if Jiang Zihan admires Wen Chan very much, she can't bring herself to say that she is convinced of his abilities.
The next day at noon, before anyone arrived, Jiang Zihan pushed Wen Chan for a walk around the area to relieve some stress. When the fat man appeared, wearing a large T-shirt, wide-crotch jeans, and several thick gold chains around his neck, neither Wen Chan nor Jiang Zihan recognized him at first.
He said, "Hey, sister-in-law, it's Xiao Jiang."
Wen Chan and Jiang Zihan then turned around and glanced at him.
Upon seeing it for the first time, Jiang Zihan couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Wen Chan couldn't help but laugh out loud. Sitting in her wheelchair, she looked the fat man up and down, finding it increasingly hilarious: "What's with this outfit?"
The fat man, a little embarrassed by their laughter, scratched his head and said, "Isn't it good-looking? This is the most fashionable style."
"Who told you that?" Wen Chan couldn't hold back any longer.
The fat man said, "I learned it from Mike and his gang on the street."
Wen Chan asked, "Are they Black?"
The fat man was astonished: "You actually guessed that?"
Wen Chan's lips twitched; anyone with eyes could tell that this was a typical Black person's attire without even having to guess.
As they were talking, several white men in suits walked past.
The white men clearly ignored the three of them, mainly because the fat man was so big that he looked like a wall standing there.
"Matt, if you ask me, we should just leave. Why should we come to see a Chinese woman who can't even speak English properly?"
Darren took a few steps and then stopped, grumbling and lighting a cigarette in frustration: "If we really let this Chinese woman be our leader, we'll never be able to hold our heads high on Wall Street again."
Wall Street is one of the places with the most severe racial and gender discrimination. In this place, white people are considered superior, men are considered superior, and Asian Chinese women can be said to be at the bottom of the discrimination chain.
What do you want to do?
The man named Matt was wearing a linen shirt and a gray striped tie. He had a very stylish look and cold, hard features. He looked like an elite from an upper-middle-class background.
Darren said, “If we all team up, we won’t say a word when we go in. As long as May isn’t stupid, she’ll understand what we mean. Matt, as long as we stick to our guns, I don’t believe May will dare to force a Chinese woman to climb over us.”
Matt glanced at Darren and nodded in approval.
Darren was full of confidence, rubbing his hands together, ready to teach that Chinese woman a lesson later.
After discussing and making a decision, the group headed towards the inpatient department.
Wen Chan waited until they were far away before looking at the fat man and said, "Alright, you can speak now."
The fat man pretended to exhale, then looked back and said, "What were those foreign devils saying in their gibberish?"
“They are the people who came to see me,” Wen Chan said. “But they are very resentful of me.”
"Damn, what do they have to be so upset about, sister-in-law? They're not going to cause you trouble, are they?"
The fat man was quick-witted and immediately thought of this.
Wen Chan nodded and said, "Push me back, don't keep people waiting."
The fat man and Jiang Zihan exchanged a glance, both of them showing a hint of worry in their eyes.
They knew Wen Chan's abilities, but this was America after all. Fatty and Jiang Zihan had been quite shocked these past few days. They had heard that America was developed, but they had never seen how developed it was.
After arriving, I realized that the place was full of skyscrapers and magnificent buildings, and you could easily find a job that paid several thousand RMB a month. Even street vendors selling hot dogs could earn tens of thousands a month.
In China, mobile phones are still affordable only to a select few, but here, people have already started using computers.
By extension, how easy is it to deal with Americans, especially those with high education and high salaries?
When Wen Chan and the others arrived, Zhang Yurong was talking to Dai Lun and the others.
She wasn't unfamiliar with them, and their relationship had been good before, but this time, because Zhang Yurong insisted on inviting Wen Chan, Darren Matt and the others were quite resistant and had a lot of dissatisfaction with her.
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