In the kitchen of Sunshine Restaurant in Webster Township, Wang Jun, who was unwilling to be mediocre, cut the onion and burst into tears, and was filled with tears.

Many people say that freedom, democracy and equality in the United States are purely nonsense, but inequality is manifested in obscure. For example, many American restaurants would rather take in black people who only ask "Ask" when they see women, than hire Chinese without green cards.

Todd Ken, the bald owner of Sunshine Restaurant, used Wang Jun as an outsider, mainly because he was interested in his ability, such as washing dishes, washing dishes, removing garbage, moving goods, sweeping and mopping the floor. When the kitchen was too busy, he could also help cut vegetables. The best thing was that he could do the work of three people alone and only received one person’s salary.

After cutting the onions, Wang Jun leaned against the kitchen door for a while and watched the waiters draw lots with some envy.

Doing odd jobs is a dead salary, and the boss only gives a weekly salary of US$250, which is a very depressing number. The waiter has no basic salary, but the salary is a tip given by the customer.

When dining in a restaurant in the United States, as long as a waiter orders and delivers food, he or she will have to pay an average tip of 15% to 20%. If it is higher than this amount, it means that he is satisfied with the service attitude. If it is lower than this amount, it means that he or she is not satisfied with the service attitude, and generally it cannot be lower than 10%.

A good area is easy to get more tips, and for fairness, lots are drawn every day. The waiter draws a lot and will take care of the areas today. He is responsible for all the guests in this area, taking the guests, serving dishes, closing the dishes, adding water, closing the table, etc.

If the waiter is lucky, he can get hundreds of dollars a day. If he does sex for nearly 12 hours a day, he will be so tired that he is sore in his back.

"Wang, why are you stunned? Move these two boxes of soda into the kitchen quickly." The boss Todd shouted. He felt uncomfortable whenever he saw the employee standing still.

"I understand." Wang Jun nodded.

After a while, Todd yelled again: "Wang, can you move all these ingredients into the kitchen quickly? You will be deducting your wages today!"

Today is a weekend with many guests, until 10 o'clock in the evening, Wang Jun finally finished cleaning and was ready to get off work.

He said to the boss: "Mr. Todd, I decided to quit."

Todd was stunned for a moment and smiled: "You did a good job, I treat you well, right? Why do you have to leave? Are young people so afraid of being tired now?"

Wang Jun shook his head and smiled and said, "No, I did a great job and learned a lot. I want to go to a big city to find a job that makes more money. I have to save some money before going there. Even if I can't find a job right away, I can hold on for a while."

Todd stopped persuading, took out three hundred dollars from his wallet, stuffed it into Wang Jun's hand, and sighed: "It seems you have already thought about it. Child, I suggest you go to Ann Arbor, which is only a few dozen kilometers away. If you can't find a good job, you can take the bus to Detroit again."

"Boss, thank you for your advice, and thank you for giving you an extra fifty yuan." Wang Jun smiled. Although Todd had many trivial matters, he would at least not owed his wages.

He is looking for a job here, more to exercise communication skills and chat with people when he has time. The result is good, although his English pronunciation is not very standard, there is no problem with the conversation.

Knowing that he was a passerby, Wang Jun did not rent a house in Webster Township, but instead found an old house in the slums that was uninhabited for temporary residence. After cleaning it for a while, he could make up for anything to save money.

Todd patted Wang Jun on the back and went out of the restaurant with him, encouraging like an elder, saying, "You are very capable and motivated. I believe you will make money."

"Thank you for your good words."

Although he has nothing in the United States, Wang Jun can always live with a smile. Although he has a small salary, he is very serious in his work. He has won respect with his efforts.

The next day, Wang Jun carried a travel bag and headed towards Ann Arbor.

In one week, he made 2,400 RMB at a 1-8 exchange rate. Wang Jun was very satisfied. He believed that he would make more money when he went to a big city.

Ann Arbor is the sixth largest city in Michigan and the closest city to his location. Nearly 40,000 people are students there. They have been rated as one of the most suitable cities in the United States for many years, and their residents are among the best in the United States for education. These characteristics alone are attractive enough to Wang Jun, even better than Detroit. If you have money, it would be great to bring Le Ying and let her go to the University of Michigan.

Wang Jun took a car, but this time he was not so lucky. The driver's destination was a town near Ann Arbor, and he could only think of another way for the rest of the road.

Wang Jun made a lunch at the side of the basketball court in the town and watched the locals by the way. He fought 10 goals in one round and took turns to attack. He scored 10 goals and won a goal of winning.

The bet is not small, and Wang Jun, who was so poor that he wanted to cut a one-yuan coin into half a flower, was a little excited, but after seeing the performance of those people, he shrank his neck back without hesitation. It would be better to have a quiet meal.

The speed of several black men was too fast, they jumped high, and they could easily dunk at about 1.8 meters tall, and the jump shot at the emergency stop was amazing, so it was impossible to block it. Wang Jun lamented that all amateur players were so powerful, and the United States deserved to be a basketball country.

In the afternoon, he left the town and walked from two o'clock until dark. He didn't get a car again, nor did he see the shadow of the city.

He started to have a headache. Didn’t he go in the wrong direction? It’s so miserable. Are you going to sleep in the woods and on the grass today? It’s so cold here.

The temperature difference in Michigan is very big during the day and night, and even in July, it is painful to sleep in the open. Moreover, Wang Jun does not have a tent and a sleeping bag, which may become a blood bag for mosquitoes.

He walked for another hour and had not yet gotten the car, and saw a faint light on the road ahead.

Luck. In this dark environment, Wang Jun saw the lighthouse of hope like a boat lost in the vast sea. He walked over and found a beautiful RV parked on a wide lawn, which looked very high-end.

Wang Jun was tired of walking, so he went to knock on the door with a shameless face. He slept in the RV, and maybe he could be taken to Ann Arbor tomorrow, killing two birds with one stone.

Doudong! The knock on the door is very textured, and the door is made of metal.

The one who opened the door was an old man, with an ordinary outfit, ordinary appearance, beard, and gray hair, just like the retired old man who often set up a stall by a big tree in Huaizhou. Wang Jun almost shouted out excitedly. He seemed to be a Chinese!

"Hello, young man, are you Chinese?"

The old man spoke in standard Chinese Mandarin. Wang Jun took a deep breath and said in surprise: "I am Chinese, hello, old man."

It’s so destined to meet your compatriots in the wilderness of the United States.

The old man smiled and said, "Is there anything you have to do?"

Wang Jun bowed solemnly and said seriously: "Old man, my name is Wang Jun. I just came to the United States and got lost and wanted to stay for one night. Is it convenient?"

"Please come in. I'm the only one here." The old man kindly pulled his arm into the house and smiled: "I happen to be very bored, I hope someone can chat."

The RV is very simple to arrange, including beds, sofas, tables, and cooking stoves. Wang Jun sincerely exclaimed: "What a good car."

"Do you like cars?"

"No, I just saw this car suddenly have inspiration to make money, about catering." Wang Jun said excitedly.

The old man poured a glass of water for Wang Jun. Wang Jun hurriedly thanked him and sat down on the sofa, while the old man sat on the bed.

The old man asked: "Since you are Chinese, why did you come to such a remote place in the United States? Can you tell me? It's too early to rest now, it's not even 9 o'clock."

"That's really a long story."

"I like to listen to stories. Do you drink? Do you want to have a drink with me? I still have some leftovers for the evening."

"It's better to obey your orders than to be respectful."

Wang Jun sighed that he met a good person. The old man was so generous. He not only drank beer, but also made foods such as crispy duck, smoked fish, etc. He was a person who was very good at enjoying life and an older foodie.

Wang Jun is not a person who can hide things in his heart. He has been through hard work during this period and has a strong desire to express himself. He first talked about his affairs in China, and then talked about how he was deceived into the United States.

"My father's car accident, his mother's terminal illness, he lives in a relative's house, and his uncle and cousin dislike you. It's so unlucky. Do you want to make money so much, just to leave their house as soon as possible?" The old man had a good alcohol tolerance and drank seven bottles of beer silently.

Wang Jun drank seven bottles with him, and now he felt a little dizzy.

After drinking, he spoke more and more. "If it's not that there's no way, who would want to live under someone else's roof? This time I came to work, and my uncle disagreed. The reason was that he was afraid that Yingying would have something wrong during this period. I blamed them for not taking good care of them and blackmailing them. Damn it, did he think he was of great significance? Isn't he the deputy director of a state-owned enterprise? If my aunt hadn't been worried about us, I wouldn't want to go..."

"You hate them?"

"It's not considered that my aunt is really good to us brother and sister. I will repay this kindness sooner or later." Wang Jun sighed: "I just don't know when I will be able to develop."

"If you don't bring money, you dare to come to the United States. You still have the confidence to make a name for yourself in a year. Should I say, are you confident or arrogant?" The old man was playing the TV remote control without turning on the sound. He changed the channel while listening to the story.

"I am more confident now. After ten days of coming, I found that American food was extremely unpalatable, and I had to pay tips for eating in a restaurant, which was very troublesome. If I don't tip for selling some delicious food, I would probably make a lot of money." Wang Jun smiled.

"You have to hire someone when you open a store, and you have to have rent, water and electricity bills, this and that taxes. Don't have to tip, you have to pay the waiter's salary."

"I don't open a store. When I have money, I buy a dining car, as big as this RV. I cook in the car, drive to tourist attractions to sell hand-grabbed cakes, white-ji buns, hot squid, etc. It is special and delicious, simple and easy to make. Don't give a tip, just find two helpers. I think it's easy to find someone to cooperate with." Wang Jun smiled foolishly: "Buying a car is cheaper than opening a store, right?"

The old man nodded with appreciation: "Xiao Wang, you are a smart person, who values ​​emotions and has a good character. I admire you very much and plan to give you a small gift. Have you ever thought about it? Your talent is actually not suitable to be a chef."

“What is my right choice for?”

"Athlete, haven't you been to sports school and like to play basketball?" The old man pointed to the small TV in front of him. The sports station was playing basketball games and recording the Bulls VS Jazz's 1998 finals. He said: "Playing basketball is more profitable than being a chef."

"I like basketball, but I can't even play the main player in the Chinese sports school. Do you think I can make money by playing basketball?" Wang Jun pinched the fat on his stomach, layer by layer, looking horizontally into a ridge and a peak.

"Just lose weight. I see that you have good height and wingspan, and you have two big hands. This is the figure of a star."

"Anyway... I'm the kind of person who can get fat even if I drink cold water." Wang Jun smiled self-deprecatingly and took a sip of beer.

"Maybe I can help you lose weight."
Chapter completed!