The Strongest Arms Dealer

Never underestimate the persistence of men shopping.

They just don't bother to go to every store like girls, they just go straight to their destination.

As soon as Tang Dao entered the Fifth Avenue shopping mall, he couldn't wait to go to the Motorola store. He spent three thousand dollars to buy a Cityman model, which is a replica of the big brother, but its size is much smaller than the latter, so it is easy to carry. It is also convenient and realizes global calls.

At noon, a group of people found a Chinese restaurant. The name on it was: "aftertaste". The decoration was quite good, and it looked clean enough.

As soon as I walked in, a young woman wrapped in an apron and twin-tailed braids greeted me, but she obviously didn't speak English very well. She opened her hand, looked at the label on it, and said in a very laborious tone, "Ah... pick up the tatters." She blushed, and finally gave up, turned around, and shouted, "Auntie, what did Mr. Niaoyu say?"

A round face emerged from behind the cash register, with a dry face, "How do I know what Niaoyu is saying? This foreigner's words are really like corn cakes, it's hard to confuse."

Tang Dao's face twitched, and he was a little speechless.

He knew that in the 1990s there was a wave of going abroad. Many Chinese people went abroad to make money. After working here for a few years, they would have wives when they returned home. It's already great to say hello, and most importantly, they rarely have legal residency rights, and most of them come with tourist visas.

But these have nothing to do with Tang Dao.

Everyone has the right to pursue his own future. Maybe he will lament and be confused now, but he should not regret it.

"Prepare three tables for us. Is there a menu?" Tang Dao frowned, his voice was thick, and he spoke Chinese. Learned a language.

As soon as he heard that he could speak Chinese, the young woman was taken aback and breathed a sigh of relief, "It turns out that the master can speak Chinese, and I'm going to call my brother out." As she spoke, she directed Tang Dao and the others to the inner table. He poured the tea skillfully, took out his pen and notebook, "Sir, what do you want?"

After flipping through the menu a few times, Tang Dao closed the menu, "Let's have a portion of all."

"Eh?" The woman paused for a while, and made a strong pause in the notebook, thinking that she had heard it wrong, and looked at Tang Dao in surprise. The latter put his hand on the table, took a sip of tea, and emphasized again, Now the woman finally understood, she scratched her forehead, walked to the cashier and began to chatter, "Auntie, that man said to order everything on the menu."

My aunt was at the beginning of the settlement, and she raised her head in surprise when she heard the words. There were more than forty dishes in their house. She glanced at the young man who was rubbing his hands on the table with a tissue, and then looked again. Jin Dun and the others sitting on the edge of the two tables hooked their fingers at their sister-in-law, tiptoed and leaned over, and said softly, "That man seems to have a bit of status, what the hell, Nier, this kind of fool is more The more we make, the more money we make, and it won't be long before you earn a few more years before you can go home and marry that college student."

A happy smile appeared on Nier's face. Didn't she come here to work to support brother Shuisheng to go to college?

When he thought of this, he became motivated again, and ran to the back kitchen to help. The proprietress looked at her back and sighed. She didn't say anything, this silly girl, will college students fall in love with you? It's just that she doesn't want to break the illusion of the other party. In the future, she will understand that men are the most unbelievable!

When she was about to continue to settle accounts, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a white homeless man standing at the door, with a long beard, deep eyes, stains on his overalls, a big green bag on his back, and most importantly, a It was a khaki puppy, but the puppy seemed to be so hungry that its legs were limp, and it was shaking. Maybe it smelled the fragrance in the air. Both the dog and the owner looked at the restaurant expectantly.

The proprietress took out two packs of biscuits from under the cash register, and walked over to pass them to him, but the white man seemed to be begging for something, and unconsciously, the voices of both parties became much louder.

The movement here made the customers in the store couldn't help but look over, including Tang Dao naturally. The white homeless man was full of disappointment. He took the puppy and left, but the puppy was lying on the ground, howling in despair, paw Rubbing on the floor, it is telling the owner that it is hungry!

It wants to eat.

But he was dragged away abruptly by the white homeless man. Looking at his thin back, he was out of tune with the surrounding environment.

This is like an episode, no one cares, after all, there are too many such things.

There are about 7,000 to 8,000 homeless people in New York, probably more than that!

Is this heaven?

Maybe, but it's **** here too.

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Tang Dao wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, half-raised his hands, and snapped his fingers. The waitress named Nier trotted over.

"Calculate."

"It's a total of 710 dollars, sir." Nier was in a good mood and smiled.

Robert took out 800 dollars and pressed it on the table, Tang Dao stood up, "The rest is the tip."

There is a tradition of tipping in the United States. You have to tip when others help you park your car, and it is included in the price law. However, a tip of 90 US dollars is converted into RMB about 700 yuan, and this belongs to Nier. , the little girl almost smiled, she sent Tang Dao and his party out of the restaurant, and bowed, "Welcome next time."

"Boss, where are you going now?" Robert turned his head and asked a little stuffed.

"Looking for a quieter bar and listening to music is also good." Food can make people happy physically and mentally. Tang Dao smiled, "Gentlemen, maybe we should dress more handsomely. Girls in New York have heard that it tastes better." Very spicy (spicy)."

All of them, including Jin Dun, showed meaningful smiles.

New York's derailment rate can be ranked among the top three in the world, this place is very good.

When we got to the door, the weather was not good and it was raining heavily, and the floor was covered with water stains. If we were not careful, we could easily fall down. Robert and another employee said to drive, covered their heads, and ran out.

"Huh?" Tang Dao paused, and looked at the corner, where the white homeless man was sitting just now, holding a puppy in his arms, shivering from the cold, and looked around in fear~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I don't know where the half-cut bread came from in my hand, and I put it in my mouth and bit it.

What kind of eyes are those?

Regret, despair, pity, and tyranny hidden in the depths.

Tang Dao hesitated for a moment, the employee next to the reader said a few words, the latter nodded, ran into the cake shop next to him, bought two rolls of biscuits, Tang Dao walked towards the white homeless man, and stood in front of him, "Mr. ,Do you need help?"

He was just curious. The fourth American jungle combat boots on the feet of the white homeless man seemed to be turning white after some years.

The other party was shocked, then looked up, then quickly lowered his head, holding the dog and was about to get up and leave. He was obviously afraid of being surrounded by people.

"Take it and eat, sir." Tang Dao took the biscuit from the employee and handed it over.

The homeless man looked at the scented biscuit and couldn't move his eyes for a moment. His dignity told him to refuse, but his Adam's apple still rolled up and down, and he stretched out his hand to take it. His hands were covered with calluses. With a hoarse cracking sound, "Thank...thank you."

"Boss, the car is here." Just as he was about to continue asking, Jin Dun whispered from the side. Tang Dao looked out, and the lights of the two cars were on. He had no choice but to give up his curiosity, smiled at the homeless man, and turned around. leave.

He has money, but he won't give money. Tang Dao doesn't want the other party to feel that he is pitying him. Everyone has dignity. Maybe he has difficulties, but bread is not enough to make him starve to death, and money will make him produce A sense of unearned dependence.

"First... sir!"

Seeing that Tang Dao was about to go out the door, the homeless man suddenly yelled, the former stopped in his tracks, turned his head in doubt, and saw the white man swallowing his saliva, very nervous, "Can...can you give me a job? "

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