My 1979

After the product launch, Wu Bo washed his face in the toilet, leaned against the toilet sink and silently lit a cigarette, watching the smoke rings swirling in front of his eyes.

The US$5 million order contract ignited the enthusiasm of Polar Printing employees who came to the United States together. They suggested to Wu Bo to celebrate!

Such a large amount of sales is rare in the country and is worthy of celebration!

This harvest makes everyone feel that the United States can also break into it!

Wu Bo didn't want to dampen everyone's enthusiasm, so he naturally pretended to happily agree to celebrate.

But there are standards for celebrations. Everyone was worried about the expenses in the United States. To hold this press conference, more than 300,000 US dollars have been spent. This amount of money was a foreign exchange loan from the Commercial Bank.

So naturally they couldn't continue to be extravagant. They just found an ordinary restaurant and had a drink together!

After drinking, the group of people moved out of the luxurious Marriott Hotel and found an ordinary hotel. Only everyone knew how hard it was to put on a facade, but they only paid for it with white dollars. A night's stay at Marriott costs between five and six thousand dollars.

The capitalists really have a dark heart. A place to sleep is so expensive!

My face looks good, but my heart hurts!

After Wu Bo packed his luggage, he handed a sweaty note to a Chinese account manager of Yuanda Group.

"Mr. Yang, could you please send me to this place?"

"Harlem?" The manager named Yang frowned.

"Is there any problem?" Wu Bo asked nervously. This was the address he finally found out through his classmates after coming to the United States.

Manager Yang smiled bitterly and said, "This is a slum in Manhattan, mainly inhabited by black people and a small number of Indians and Asians. The public security is very bad, and it is simply synonymous with drug abuse, violence, and murder."

"You remember correctly?" Wu Bo was a little skeptical. After entering New York, he saw row upon row of skyscrapers, four- and five-story viaducts, colorful neon lights, and dense crowds and motorcades. When he first arrived, he felt extremely strange. His first impression was that this was a bizarre international metropolis, like a mirage.

Why are there slums?

Manager Yang smiled and said, "I grew up in New York. I am familiar with many places and I can't remember them wrong. In the United States, if you are capable, you will feel like you are living in heaven. If you are not capable, this place is no different from hell. There is a difference. It seems that your friend may not be doing well. When mainlanders come to the United States, Flushing is their first choice if they are decent, followed by Chinatown. They won’t even go to Brooklyn, let alone Harlem.”

"Please take me there." Wu Bo's heart skipped a beat.

He got into Manager Yang's Cadillac and finally drove out of the bustling area. Not long after, the noise and excitement disappeared.

Some dark faces came and went, and some gathered in small groups, hiding in backlit corners and looking at passing vehicles and pedestrians.

Manager Yang said with a smile while driving, "There are two types of people I hate the most in my life, one is racially motivated people, and the other is black people..."

After saying that, I couldn't help but laugh.

Wu Bo reacted and laughed too, but after stopping in a dilapidated building, he stopped laughing.

The walls were covered with colorful graffiti. Looking at the dark doorway from the car window, he couldn't help feeling chilly.

He was not chilled by the bad conditions here, because he had seen worse shantytowns and villages, and even lived there for a period of time. Poverty was never nothing.

He just felt sorry for her how could she live in such a place!

She was originally the emperor's favored one, and she had never suffered at all.

"Ground floor?" Manager Yang picked up the note again and looked at it before saying, "If you live in the basement, I won't accompany you in. You go and see for yourself. I'll wait for you in front."

After Wu Bo got off the car, he didn't go in directly. He lit a cigarette, took two puffs quickly as if he was getting addicted, and then threw away the cigarette.

As a result, after lighting up the cigarette, there was no end to it, and four cigarette butts were already on the ground.

At this time, a girl limped out of the dark corridor carrying a black garbage bag. She was wearing a tight T-shirt and jeans, with clean eyes and a medium build. Even though her face was not good-looking, she still looked good. It feels like bathing in sunshine.

She didn't pay attention to Wu Bo who was standing at the door. She just put down her hair on her forehead, showed her delicate unibrow, and then walked straight past him.

When her face passed over Wu Bo, Wu Bo's mind seemed to be filled with pulp and became very heavy.

When he looked at her limping back, Wu Bo couldn't stop crying.

He tried hard to think clearly, but he couldn't. His head was as wooden as a tree or a piece of steel.

She threw the garbage bag into the trash can with a clang, and when she turned around and saw a man trying to wipe the tears on his face, she suddenly went crazy and ran into the corridor quickly regardless of the inconvenience of her legs and feet.

"Zhao Qing!" Wu Bo quickly caught up.

The door frame of the low basement entrance nearly hit him on the head.

He saw a figure entering a room, and then there was a slamming of the door closing.

"Zhao Qing!" Wu Bo stood at the door and shouted affectionately. He hoped that the person would open the door for him.

"You've got the wrong person! I don't know Zhao Qing! Leave immediately! Otherwise I'll call the police!" came an unfriendly reply from the room.

Wu Bo sat on the ground with his back against the door, put his hand into his pocket, took out his harmonica, took a deep breath, and started playing slowly into the door. He hoped that the people inside the door could hear the sound of his harmonica.

It was her favorite Soviet song, called "Hawthorn Tree", which was innocent, beautiful and romantic. For her liking, he always played this tune for her on the harmonica on various occasions.

After he finished playing, he looked at the door, but there was still no movement.

Someone came in the corridor, a girl with an Asian face. She looked at Wu Bo and said nothing. She just opened the door next door as if to guard against something. After entering the door sideways, she also closed it with a bang.

Wu Bo looked at the time and walked outside.

He found Manager Yang's car easily. He supported the car with his hands, leaned towards the car window and said, "I'll bother you today. You go back first. I'll chat with my friends here."

Manager Yang refused simply, "Are you alone? I'm not worried. If something happens, Mr. Shen will definitely not be done with me."

"Go back. I grew up in the Border Corps compound. Do you believe me when I said I started wrestling when I was three years old?" Wu Bo didn't wait for his reply, turned around and waved to him, "That's it, go back."

We walked into the dark corridor again.