Chapter 1        First Arrival in the United States

The two laughed and chatted together, and Zhang Qiang did not realize that his impulsive romance last night had caused a little devil who could not be provoked, which caused him a lot of trouble in the future. "Hey, in broad daylight, you are flirting. Please pay attention to the impact, okay?" Li Shuang walked in with some dissatisfaction and said to the two. Zhang Qiang frowned and looked at her and said, "When will your experiment be? If this continues, I will have to charge your living expenses!" Li Shuang glared and said, "When will the research be? How do I know? Of course, it is a conclusion that comes, and forget about it when it is! Charging living expenses is your power, but if you don't pay, it is our power. Hum! Wait!" After saying that, he twisted his butt and walked out quickly.

"Why do I think she doesn't seem very happy?" Xiao Qiang looked at Li Shuang's back and said. Zhang Qiang shook his head and said, "Don't care about her! When I met her in the wild, she was like this, fierce, as if she had a grudge against someone, ignore her! Xiao Qiang, I'm going to do something again soon. Can you stay at home alone?" Xiao Qiang looked up and watched TV and asked, "You don't want to steal that equipment! That's the US Space Administration, which is more tightly guarded than the Pentagon, and it's very dangerous!" Xiao Qiang's face was full of worries and concerns.

Zhang Qiang laughed and said, "Do you think the small US Space Administration can stop me. Have you forgotten my ability?" Thinking of the romantic journey between the two yesterday, Xiao Qiang's heart suddenly relaxed, and she smiled and said, "Yes! It seems that I am really worried about nothing!" Zhang Qiang shook his head and said, "No, that's not worrying about nothing, it's your concern for me, I remember it all in my heart!" Xiao Qiang felt warm in his heart as Zhang Qiang said, and his eyes were blurred when he looked at Zhang Qiang.

When going to the United States to commit crimes, Zhang Qiang naturally would not take a plane stupidly. Leaving video materials at the airport is always a trouble and a hidden danger. So Zhang Qiang chose teleportation. Shu Wenyu and Zhang Qiang had the same idea, but she could not teleport, but she could fly the plane and avoid the American radar. In this way, the two of them smuggled to the United States almost at the same time in different ways.

Walking on the streets of the United States, looking at the Americans with colorful hair, white or black walking past him, Zhang Qiang's heart was filled with strange novelty. "Didn't it mean that the air in the United States is full of milk smell? I don't think it's different from China?" Zhang Qiang muttered softly. "Chinese?" Suddenly, the familiar Chinese sounded in his ears, as if a stone was thrown on the silent water. The feeling that made people's hearts thrilled was clearly remembered many years later. He seemed to be able to understand why those compatriots living abroad had accumulated such deep friendships with each other, and how they could understand why meeting old friends in a foreign land could make people so touched.

Zhang Qiang turned his head, with the most sincere smile on his life on his face. He looked at the middle-aged uncle in front of him, who was slightly fat, but because of his tallness, he looked particularly strong. He was wearing very ordinary clothes, and his shirt and trousers seemed to indicate that this uncle was not doing well in such a place as America where every inch of land was worth every inch. But the more so, the stronger the intimacy in Zhang Qiang's heart. He smiled and said, "Yes, I just came from China, my name was Zhang Qiang!" The middle-aged uncle hurriedly reached out and said, "My name is Lao Qing. I haven't seen strange Chinese for a long time! Come in, let's have a good drink and I treat you!"

Zhang Qiang glanced at Lao Qing's simple dress, then looked at the exquisitely decorated Chinese restaurant behind him, and said, "I'd better invite it! I heard that eating Chinese food in the United States is a luxury, how can I make you so spend money?" Lao Qing laughed and said, "That's it! Chinese people came here to open restaurants to slaughter the fat sheep of American imperialism, so how could they be merciless? But don't worry, I run this Chinese restaurant by me, and I can still invite my compatriots to have a meal!" Zhang Qiang laughed and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier, I'm worried for a long time!" After that, he walked into the restaurant. Lao Qing smiled bitterly and hurriedly followed.

In an elegant private room, Zhang Qiang ordered a table of dishes without hesitation and tasted them in big mouthfuls. "Yeah! Not bad, it tastes the same as the taste of my hometown!" Lao Qing said proudly, "That's of course! Let's tell you, except that the dishes are grown by American farmers, all the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are air-carried from China. Although American imperialism is not worthy of sympathy, we can't deceive consumers, right? It's Chinese food, it must be authentic Chinese food. Come on, let's go!" Lao Qing picked up the wine glass and said to Zhang Qiang with a smile. For some reason, he had an indelible and unknown favor to the young man in front of him and admired him.

Zhang Qiang hurriedly picked up the wine glass, touched Lao Qing for a moment, and poured it down with his neck. "Huh? This... is this Longquan wine, right?" Zhang Qiang asked with a smile. When he mentioned Longquan wine, Lao Qing didn't say anything. He first slapped the table and said excitedly, "No, it's good at all! Grandma, you don't know when I saw wine from China on the shelves of the supermarket, I was so excited! But this wine was a bit expensive, but I still bought ten bottles without saying a word.

!Why? Support domestic products! Americans are open, but they are also very tiny. They are afraid that people from other countries will earn their money. It would be very difficult to import your products to the United States. I never thought that one day, Chinese grain wine can be imported into the United States and placed on the same shelf with whiskey. This really makes us Chinese people look big!" After drinking another glass of wine, Lao Qing paused and said, "But this wine has also brought me a lot of trouble!"

Zhang Qiang was stunned and asked in confusion, "Trouble? How could there be trouble?" Lao Qing said angrily, "Damn, why would Americans become muddy, it would be nothing if they were muddy! The taste of Longquan wine is really tempting. Not to mention that Americans who have never drunk our Chinese liquor, even wineworms like me cannot resist the charm of Longquan wine. Since the sale of Longquan wine, more and more Americans have been addicted to the magical taste of Longquan wine, but Longquan wine was shipped to the United States for sale.

The share cannot satisfy the appetite of Americans at all. The Longquan wine on the supermarket shelves has raised the price three times in a row. Now it is a terrifying $10,000 per bottle, but it is still in short supply. If you can't buy Longquan wine in the supermarket, people began to flock to major Chinese restaurants, and only order Longquan wine without ordering vegetables! Grandma, they simply regard us as wineries! Without it, they make a fuss, making a fuss every day, and making a fuss every three days. Since Longquan wine entered the American market, I have never stopped."

As if they were verifying what he said for the old man, as the two chatted, a riot and loud scolding sounded outside the court. Lao Qing said with a bitter look on his face, "Look, it's coming!" After that, he hurriedly stood up and walked out. The outside of the court was already in chaos. A tall man in black was grabbing the collar of a Chinese waiter and shouting something loudly. The waiter tried his best to break free from the black man's hand, but the black man was so tall and burly that one hand was like a palm fan, which was not something that the thin waiter could break free, not to mention that there were four or five other big men watching one side.

Lao Qing hurriedly separated the crowd and walked over. When he saw the black man, he was shocked and said, "It turned out to be Mr. Jack. I don't know if it was your visit. I was in a bad mood. Please don't be surprised!" The black man named Jack relaxed his hand and let go of the waiter. He turned to look at Lao Qing. He smiled and showed his big white teeth. He said, "Mr. Lao, we have been old neighbors for many years, and we cooperated so happily. It's a bit wrong for you to do this!"

The people in the neighborhood where Lao Qing is located are very complicated, including black people, white people, and foreign populations from all over the world. Racial conflicts and gangs fight each other often occur. Although there are not necessarily people who bleed on the street every day, fighting incidents are common. Jack is the boss of the Black Gang in this neighborhood. He is in charge of the black thugs of two or three hundred black thugs. He is extremely aggressive. When he was young, he practiced boxing for several years and had some skills in his hands, and he has become a domineering person in this neighborhood.

"This... we did something wrong. I'm really sorry. Please bear it! I'll treat you to dinner today, and all the costs are mine!" Lao Qing smiled refreshedly. Jack waved his hand, and four or five subordinates looked for seats. Jack smiled and said, "We don't need any dishes, just give us a bottle of Longquan wine!" Lao Qing knew that things would be like this, and smiled bitterly, "Mr. Jack, I'm so sorry, there is no Longquan wine in our store..." Before he finished speaking, Jack slapped the table with great dissatisfaction, and shouted loudly, "Chinese old man, do you think we are all fools? Will there be no Chinese wine in Chinese restaurants?"

Lao Qing frowned and said, "You misunderstood! We have Chinese wine, but there is no Longquan wine..." "Then I don't care! You can find a way to steal and rob you whatever you want! In short, if we can't drink it today, you'll be ready to close the door!" Jack's arrogant attitude made Zhang Qiang feel even more unhappy. Just as he was about to teach them a lesson, he suddenly remembered a sneer outside the door, and a white man also walked in with four or five subordinates. Seeing these people, Lao Qing looked even more bitter and knew that today's things were already harder.

The white man in charge is named William, the leader of the White Party in the neighborhood. Although the United States is trying hard to eliminate the difference between blacks and whites, racial conflicts are still sharp. The opposition between whites and blacks is not a strange thing. In this neighborhood where police are not very much patronized, the conflicts between blacks and whites are constantly intensifying. The White Party led by William and the Black Party led by Jack are even more hatred, almost reaching an irreconcilable point.

"Are black people worthy of drinking Longquan wine? What a joke!" William's words pushed the atmosphere at the scene to the extreme. Several black men stood up suddenly and glared at William. William's cold face was full of disdain and said quietly, "You black people don't be slaves to us white people, but they insist on fighting for human rights. It's ridiculous! You are human rights, you are slaves, where can you speak of human rights?" After saying that, he looked at Lao Qing and said, "Boss, I've got a few bottles of Longquan wine. I haven't drunk for a long time, and my tongue has no smell!"

Lao Qing smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. William, there is really no Longquan wine in the shop. If you want to drink it, please come again another day, okay?" William smiled evilly and said, "Boss, I know, you don't want these niggers to ruin the good wine, so you said this on purpose! It's okay, I'm already here, and with me, they dare not do anything. You don't need to deceive them anymore, just ignore them! Ah haha..."

"William! You are worthy of white pigs like you!?" Jack was angry and pointed at William and shouted, "I have a kind of thing, we will fight one-on-one! If you white people lose, you have to kneel down when you see us black people in the future. How dare you?" William shouted angrily, "What's the matter! But if you black people lose, you have to get out of this block and never come back!" Seeing the two of them talking more and more stiffly, Lao Qing hurriedly inserted it between them and said, "Two, two, say something, don't do it, it hurts the harmony like that..."

"Get out! Chinese guy!" Jack roared, his thick arm suddenly stretched out, and he hugged Lao Qing's waist and pushed it hard, knocking over many tables and chairs. The pain of his whole body was dispersed, making Lao Qing moan loudly. Zhang Qiang rushed over and helped him up from the ground, and asked with concern, "Uncle Lao, are you okay?" Lao Qing shook his head in pain and said, "It's over, it's over, so many possessions will be destroyed in their hands!" Zhang Qiang laughed and said, "

Don't worry, they can't fight!" Lao Qing looked at Zhang Qiang with some confusion, and Zhang Qiang whispered towards the door. Lao Qing looked with the flow, his eyes lit up and murmured, "It's good that he's here, it's good that he's here..." A young man dressed in casual clothes stood leisurely against the door. His upper body was a sea-blue sleeveless T-shirt, and his lower body was a pair of washed jeans with a handsome and unruly face, with a cynical sneer.
Chapter completed!