Chen Zhao walked out of the airport dragging his suitcase.
I heard that people in foreign countries are living in dire straits. Based on my philosophy of helping the world, I must come to save them.
There were two women standing at the gate. One of them was Chen Zhao's mother, and the other was a white woman who was her assistant. She seemed to be named Sally.
Chen Zhao is an accident doctor. He has had a medical accident in China and can no longer engage in related work in China.
So her mother brought Chen Zhao to the United States, which was not difficult for a chairman of a pharmaceutical company.
Of course, in return, Chen Zhao would donate her own bone marrow when her daughter, Chen Zhao's half-sister, needed it.
Chen Zhao's mother and father divorced a long time ago, and then went abroad to work hard. Now Chen Zhao's mother is the CEO of a pharmaceutical company.
But this has nothing to do with Chen Zhao. The two of them are more like familiar strangers.
Over the years, they had only a handful of contacts.
Chen Zhao's mother's help to him was more like a transaction.
Of course, their relationship is not bad.
When my parents divorced in their early years, it was no one's fault, it was just because they couldn't get along, it's as simple as that.
There is no dislike of poverty and love of wealth, and there is nothing forced by reality.
Then Chen Zhao chose to be with his father, it was that simple.
Chen Zhao is not the kind of person who lacks maternal love.
"Here's your green card and bank card with $10,000 in it."
"Thank you." Chen Zhao took the things.
"Is there anything else you need help with?"
"No more...when she needs it, call me."
Chen Zhao's mother nodded: "Which industry do you plan to work in?"
"I don't need you to worry about it now. I have my own plan."
Planning is useless. Chen Zhao doesn't even know where he will live now.
"If you plan to return to your old profession, you'd better get a medical license first. If you practice medicine illegally, you will be sent back and put in jail."
"I see."
After saying goodbye to his mother, Chen Zhao dragged himself into a taxi with a salute.
"Where to go?" The taxi driver is a black man.
"Find me a motel, thank you." Chen Zhao's English pronunciation is not very standard.
"Korean? Japanese? Chinese?"
"Chinese."
"Hello, my name is Vincent, what are you here for?"
"escape."
"Oh my God, is China so dangerous?"
"No, something happened to me at home, so I had no choice but to flee the country."
"Gangster?"
"Okay, I'm a doctor." Chen Zhao replied helplessly.
Chen Zhao heard that every black man is a talkative, and Vincent proved this very well.
"Man, can you tell me what's going on?"
"One of the patients I took over had an operation on him without his family members signing a waiver. Unfortunately, he died, and then I became the murderer."
"Okay, this is a sad story. Why didn't the family sign the liability waiver?"
Chen Zhao really doesn't want to discuss this topic. Should he tell this black man that this is a common tactic of some medical troublemakers and let him join him in condemning the cold-blooded and ruthless Chinese people
"Do you have any requirements for accommodation?"
"The requirements are very simple, the environment is good, clean and tidy, the food is delicious, the price is cheap, and preferably there are more beautiful women."
"Okay, I know a hotel that only costs ten dollars a night." Vincent automatically omitted the other requirements and only understood that it was cheap.
Chen Zhao was helpless, and then happily accepted the motel.
The motel Vincent recommended to Chen Zhao is located on the outskirts of Los Angeles. The environment... is surrounded by desolate sandy land.
It seemed that Vincent knew the owner of this motel, a short, fat, old white man with a beard. Perhaps it was a remote location, so there was little business. The owner was dozing off at the counter.
"Hey Ethan, I have a guest for you, a cute Asian guy."
Ethan slowly opened his eyes. His reaction seemed a bit slow. He looked at Vincent and then at Chen Zhao: "Okay, fifteen dollars a night."
"Hey, Ethan, don't do this, this is my brother."
"Okay, if you give me cash, I'll give you ten dollars a night and provide you with breakfast."
Before Chen Zhao came, he exchanged some cash, so he happily paid for ten nights' accommodation.
"Do you have any documents? A driver's license is fine too."
Chen Zhao took out his green card and registered it, and then Ethan took Chen Zhao to a room.
It was not as dirty or messy as expected, at least as far as Chen Zhao could accept it. There was one bathroom and one bedroom, with one side facing the window, so the light was pretty good.
"Vincent, can you leave your contact information? If I need a car, I will find you."
"Of course, I'd love to."
Vincent hugged Chen Zhao before leaving. Chen Zhao was still a little uncomfortable with the old American's overly enthusiastic etiquette.
But Vincent was a black man he knew well, and at least Chen Zhao had a pretty good impression of him.
This is my home...
At least, I will be living here for a long time in the future.
Until you make enough money or you can no longer survive.
Chen Zhao took out his own gift. When he took out a metal box, Chen Zhao looked particularly solemn.
This metal box has been passed down from generation to generation in the Chen family. Chen Zhao's father was a charlatan during his lifetime.
Chen Zhao was very curious about how his semi-literate father pursued his mother, a female academic.
It is said that if you open the metal box, you will inherit the Chen family business.
However, Chen Zhao has been unable to open the box, so Chen Zhao is very lucky.
After all, even a third-rate doctor is much better than a charlatan, at least that's what Chen Zhao thinks.
Suddenly, the door suddenly opened. Chen Zhao, who was standing behind the door, staggered and lost his grip on the metal box, which fell to the ground.
Then, the metal box, which had not been opened after countless attempts, was opened in this very loose way.
"Sorry, I didn't hurt you." Ethan stood outside the door, holding a hamburger signature in his hand.
"Um...it's okay. Is it for me?"
"No, I just came up to see if you need help. It seems like you don't. Goodbye."
Ethan's answer made Chen Zhao's hands freeze in mid-air, looking embarrassed and disappointed, especially when Chen Zhao was very hungry.
Chen Zhao closed the door again and picked up the metal box on the ground.
Chen Zhao originally thought that there was something in the metal box, maybe some secret book or some secret treasure.
But there was nothing inside, nothing, which made Chen Zhao, who was already very disappointed, even more disappointed.
Twice as disappointing as not getting food…
Chen Zhao was about to put the metal box back on the table when he suddenly kicked something under his feet.
"Where did the dog come from?" Chen Zhao found a Shar-Pei at his feet.
"Hey, you'd better be polite." Shar Pei turned around and said in a way that Chen Zhao could not understand: "I am the lord of hell, Beelzebub Vito."
(End of chapter)