Time Smuggling Starting from the Year 2000

This is an America before Bruce Lee, this is an America that has just passed World War I, and this is an America that is still in the Great Depression.

Americans in this period did not understand Japan or China, nor did they care about the East. No one expected Chinese kung fu, just like no one expected Hoover.

Huang Xuan hooked his hands and smiled uglyly at Thomas, and the crowd immediately clamored.

Several Ford employees also seemed to be watching the show. Thomas looked at Huang Xuan's small arms and legs with disdain, and said, "Do you have a penny?"

Then he laughed.

However, the people of Detroit didn't like this kind of lip service, so Thomas, who was booed, had to take off his suit, took two steps forward, and said, "Boy, let me send you back to the tribe, we have to go back to work." .”

Huang Xuan flicked his wrist. If there was only one person opposite, he would have jumped at him instead of waiting for this guy to talk nonsense.

Mr. Thomas was finally ready. He handed over the document package in his hand to the assistant, walked up to Huang Xuan holding the bones of his hand, and said with a smile, "Filipino boy..."

With a "chirp", Thomas was like a scorched pig, with a gust of air in his throat, Huang Xuan punched him under the shoulder blades and above his chest heavily with a punch he had saved for a long time. The strength knocked him back two steps, Huang continued his efforts, jumped up and gave the American devil a hammer, which was the end of this farce.

The supervisor in the brown coat came over with a few people at this moment, and happened to see the scene where Huang Xuan knocked down Thomas. He jumped in shock, trotted over, pointed at Huang Xuan and said, "Hi, kid, get out of here, right away."

"Wait, I still want to try him." Julien flicked his feet. He looked like he was two meters fast, and he never fell behind in his strength.

Huang Xuan pouted indifferently, even if he couldn't beat him, there was Lorraine behind him, so why be afraid of him alone.

But the supervisor stopped between the two of them and said to Julien, "Mr. Ford will come today, don't make trouble here."

"Have the workers been found?" Another person seemed to smooth things over.

"You pick." The supervisor stepped aside, followed by about 20 people.

Thomas just got up from the ground, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Huang Xuan fiercely.

"I can also draw pictures, can I try?" Huang Xuan's heart moved when he heard Ford's name. Although he didn't know if it was Henry or Edsel, as long as he could talk, that was enough.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" the guy in the brown coat yelled, "Do you want me to kick your ass home?"

"The guy who wanted to kick my ass just got up." Huang Xuan said disdainfully, "I want to try."

As a right, the man in the jacket can of course reject Huang Xuan, but he didn't do so, and the others didn't express any obvious objection—the United States in the 1930s was the era when violence was most tolerant, and it was in this atmosphere that the Sicilians Men have been rooted in major American cities since the Great Depression: Detroit, Chicago, Houston…

"If you're lying to me, don't even think about leaving here standing up." The man in the coat said viciously. Huang Xuan smiled at him.

The men who belonged to the unemployed army did not show any ill feeling towards Huang Xuan, which was in stark contrast to the Germans at the same time. Although the upsurge of racism still kept coming and going, giving opportunities was the foundation of American society. Of course, the main reason was Huang Xuan's toughness, which made the workers present feel a sense of intimacy.

A short, fat white man took the documents in Julien's hand, and said to several people including Huang Xuan, "Come with me." In a small room near the factory gate, he took out some parts diagrams, Said: "Can you draw the left view? Each person draws one, and the sketch is fine."

It's just an ordinary three-view, but in factories of this period, being able to understand drawings is a sign of skilled workers to a certain extent. Julien and the others followed in curiously, and stood around Huang Xuan, waiting for him to make a fool of himself. Normally, technical schools and factories would teach students these things, and at Huang Xuan's age, he didn't have enough time in either.

Thomas covered his eyes and stood directly behind Huang Xuan, exhaling heavily, as if he was harassing Huang Xuan.

Of course Huang Xuan can't draw, but Lorraine can. He took a pencil, played with it and said to Lorraine, "Draw that picture for me."

"Left view. It's the figure seen from the left side of the object." After correcting Huang Xuan, Comrade Warden complained, "If you use energy to manipulate you to draw a picture, it will consume too much energy."

"How much can there be?" Huang Xuan said unmoved: "If we don't get rid of them, we won't see Ford. Don't imagine that I will go to his house to find him. I can't do much in 10 days."

"Okay." After Lorraine compromised, Huang Xuan immediately felt a force around his arm, and his fingers moved naturally.

This is not a rigid manipulation, but a forced guidance. Lorraine increased the air concentration around Huang Xuan's body, forcing his movements to meet the requirements. In this case, Huang Xuan gestured with a ruler in one hand , and the fingers moved more naturally.

Three-view is the most basic step in industrial drawing. However, ordinary does not mean simple. More often, drawing requires care and patience, and these usually do not exist in a teenager.

For the self-important white class, such advantages should not exist in a yellow person. If I think harshly, maybe black people will be better.

However, Huang Xuan's performance stunned the spectators. Most of the people present are technical backbones. They understand every step of the drawing very well. Of course, they also know when it will be more difficult and where it may be necessary. Think about it.

However, Lorraine's thinking process is indistinguishable to the human eye, and his movements must be flawless. Thomas almost cracked his eye sockets again.

"It looks okay?" Although he believed in Lorraine, Huang Xuan was still a little uncertain.

"Of course." Julien spread his hands to his colleagues and said, "Above the standard."

"So, I was hired?" Huang Xuan asked with a smile.

Thomas also put away his arrogant demeanor at this time. After the violent failure, he found that his intelligence level also needs to be considered.

The man in brown also patted Huang Xuan on the shoulder in surprise and said, "Not bad."

"Okay, come with me." The fat man pulled Huang Xuan over, ordered 5 more people, and walked out.

Huang Xuan followed behind unsteadily, and asked, "Which Ford is here today?"

"Boss." Someone answered simply, and then asked Huang Xuan, "Where did you learn drawing? Your father?"

"yes."

Lorraine explained: "The boss is Edsel, and he should have taken over the management of Ford."

As long as you have money in hand, Huang Xuan smiled unconsciously, and asked again: "Then where will he go, I mean how can I see him?"

"What do you want to see him for?"

"Uh..., it's just admiration."

Several people laughed, and Thomas said with no expression: "Edesel will come to our workshop, and you will see him, kid."

"I will." Huang Xuan replied seriously. .