"Why do you think so?" Jia Yapeng looked at the little fat man in front of him, his expression very complicated.

"Because this is the case, this is the status of our Chinese in the United States!" The little fat man looked at Jia Yapeng with a look you didn't understand, and then said, "You are not like me, who grew up in the United States, right? So you don't understand how difficult it is for us to integrate into this society!"

"When I was a child, I thought everyone was the same, at most, the color of the skin was different. I enthusiastically made friends with everyone, but no matter whether it was black or white, they were unwilling to pay attention to me. I tried to integrate into them, and like all white people, I signed up for a noble and elegant piano class."

"I also listened to rap music tapes all day long and learned the raps of the most famous black singers, but when I played the piano better than anyone else and the black people who rap could speak were speechless, I still couldn't integrate into them, and they even bullied them even more fiercely."

"Later I realized that my skin was yellow, and this is the original sin God gave to all of us, and I need to bear it for a lifetime!"

"But God said! All people are equal!" Jia Yapeng said.

"What God said is that all white people are equal, not black people, nor are we yellow people!" The fat man looked at Jia Yapeng with a sarcastic look. "Look at the black people outside, they clamor for racial equality every day and to eliminate all racial discrimination. But they turned around and discriminated against us yellow people, and even more pitiful Mexicans."

"The discrimination of white people is actually elegant. If they don't like you, they will stand aside and not touch you, so you won't feel much uncomfortable."

"But if blacks discriminate against you, they will laugh at you, insult you, and finally even beat you up, push your nose with a knife, threatening to cut it off."

"These guys who clamor for racial equality every day are the guys with the deepest concept of racial discrimination. This is the situation of us Chinese in the United States!"

"Actually, these are all okay. What's even more tragic is our future as adults. And we Chinese have difficulty entering the real high-level society. Maybe there are one or two people who have entered, but no one sees millions of Chinese living at the bottom of the society!"

"When people like us grow up, they either work as chefs or open a Chinese restaurant. They either work as handymen in Chinatown and do all kinds of rough and miscellaneous work. Or they are intermediaries, bringing more Chinese people who want to come to the United States through studying abroad, working, or traveling, etc., and making money from them, hahaha!"

"Actually, I can see my future. I may open a small restaurant to sell buns in the future. The buns I make are delicious. Old John can eat 5 buns in one meal!" The fat man said with a smile. He was only thirteen or fourteen years old and had seen so many things. While this surprised Boss Jia, he also felt that the American society could indeed force many Chinese people to be precocious.

"..." Boss Jia stopped talking. In fact, there were some truths. Boss Jia himself knew, but when everything happened in front of him, he felt that it was becoming more and more devastating.

"Then do you think there is any way to solve your current difficulties?" Boss Jia asked hesitated.

"Yes!" The little fat man actually had an answer.

"What's the solution?" Boss Jia asked curiously.

"Just like the Fusang people did it back then!" The little fat man smiled. "The Fusang people exploded in Pearl Harbor, and a few years ago, they almost bought the entire Times Square in New York. At that time, half of the signs in New York were included in English. In addition to English, they also had Japanese. Since that era, the Fusang people have been much better in the United States and have become the same as the status of black people!"

"So after all, should the motherland be strong?" Boss Jia muttered.

"Motherland? Which motherland are you talking about?" The fat man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Wanwan is too small, China is too poor, and it is impossible to support us."

"No, China will become stronger!" Boss Jia stood up and said, then observed the surroundings and found that all the black people had indeed left. After taking the little fat man, he left the shop and went to a store selling game cartridges. At the same time, Harry Potter hurried over with his people.

"Please buy all the games in this store!" Boss Jia said lightly, and in the eyes of the fat man's extremely surprised, the two or three staff members brought by Harry Potter actually bought all the games in the store, whether they were FC, GB, or other game consoles or computer games, and put them in front of the fat man.

By the way, there are also brand new FC game consoles, GB game consoles, and even an Apple computer. Boss Jia bought them directly and asked Harry Potter to find someone to send them to the little fat man's house.

"Brother! Who are you?" The fat man was confused.

"You are lucky, you saved the billionaire's life!" Jia Yapeng touched the fat man's head, left some information about the fat man, and then asked Harry Potter to take someone to send the fat man home.

"First of all, hire me a team of bodyguards immediately, all of which must be armed with weapons, and they are of heavy force!" After separating from the little fat man, Boss Jia immediately ordered Harry Potter.

This experience made Boss Jia deeply realize how careless he was.

Although Boss Jia already knows that New York is a very dangerous city, but living in a safe China all year round has made Boss Jia instinctively relax his vigilance.

In addition, because I felt that no one in the United States knew that he was a rich man, he did not hire a bodyguard, which led to the huge danger today.

If the fat man hadn't suddenly rescued him, Boss Jia felt that even if he didn't die, he would have to lose half of his life.

Fortunately, Boss Jia knew his mistake and could correct it. He immediately spent a lot of money to hire a team of bodyguards of more than 10 people. These bodyguards have extremely strong combat capabilities and can kill about 100 people in a very short time. Even if they encounter professional troops, they can fight.

After that, Boss Jia always brought these bodyguards wherever he went.

In addition, Boss Jia also found that his body was too weak. If he had a stronger physique, ran faster, or could hit him a little, he would not have paid the price of being slashed on his arm.

So this time, Boss Jia made up his mind that after returning to Yuzhang, he must find a master to help him exercise. Even if there will be no accidents in the future, strengthening his body is also excellent.

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"Hey, I'm Jia Yapeng!" After returning to the hotel, Jia Yapeng called.

"Listen, all the videotapes are remade, I'm going to modify a place!"

"Don't tell me that there is too late. You can change it now. There is a plane to the United States at 2:00 pm today. You can fly over with this videotape. You should be able to arrive in New York at 3 pm tomorrow, and then send the items directly to NBC TV station!"
Chapter completed!