This is an America that has not yet had Bruce Lee. This is an America that has just gone through World War I. This is an America that is still in the midst of the Great Depression.
Americans during this period did not understand Japan or China, and they also did not care about the East. No one expected Chinese Kung Fu, just like no one expected Hoover.
Huang Xuan hooked his hand and smiled uglyly at Thomas, and the crowd suddenly started to make noise.
Several Ford employees also looked like they were watching a good show. Thomas looked at Huang Xuan's little arms and legs with disdain and said, "Do you have 1 cent?"
He laughed as he spoke.
However, the people in Detroit didn't like this kind of talk. Thomas, who was so embarrassed, had to take off his suit, took two steps forward, and said: "Boy, let me take you back to the tribe, we have to go back to work. ”
Huang Xuan moved his wrist. If there was only one person on the other side, he would pounce directly instead of waiting for this guy to talk nonsense.
Mr. Thomas was finally ready. He handed the document package in his hand to his assistant, walked up to Huang Xuan with his hand bones in his hands, and said with a smile: "Filipino boy..."
With a sound of "scoff", Thomas was like a pig that had been burned. He held back a stream of air in his throat. Huang Xuan punched him hard under the shoulder blade and above the chest with a punch that he had been saving for a long time. With the strength to push him back two steps, Huang kept up his efforts, jumped up and gave the American a punch in the eye, which finally ended the farce.
The supervisor in the brown coat came over with several people at this time. He happened to see Huang Xuan knocking Thomas down. He jumped in surprise, trotted over, pointed at Huang Xuan and said: "Hi, boy, get out of here, right now."
"Wait a minute, I still want to try him." Julien shook his feet. He looked like he was almost two meters tall, and he never lags behind others when it comes to strength.
Huang Xuan curled his lips indifferently. Even if he couldn't beat him, he still had Lorraine behind him, so why be afraid of him alone.
But the supervisor stood between the two of them and said to Julien: "Mr. Ford will be here today, so don't make trouble here."
"Have you found the workers?" Another person seemed to be trying to smooth things over.
"You take your pick." The supervisor stepped aside, followed by about 0 people.
Thomas just got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Huang Xuan fiercely.
"I can also draw, can I try it?" Huang Xuan was moved when he heard Ford's name. Although he didn't know whether it was Henry or Edsel, as long as he was a guy who could talk, it would be enough.
"You still won't leave?" The guy in the brown coat yelled, "Do you want me to kick your ass and go home?"
"The guy who wanted to kick my ass just got up." Huang Xuan said disdainfully: "I want to try."
Of course, as a right, the man in the coat could refuse Huang Xuan, but he did not do so, and others did not express any obvious objection-the United States in the 1900s was the most tolerant era of violence. It was in this atmosphere that the Sicilian man They have taken root in major American cities since the Great Depression: Detroit, Chicago, Houston...
"If you are lying to me, don't even think about leaving here standing." The man in the coat said viciously. Huang Xuan smiled at him.
The men who were part of the unemployed army did not show any ill feelings toward Huang Xuan. This was in sharp contrast to the Germans at the same time. Although racist upsurges were still coming one after another, giving opportunities was the basis for the existence of American society. Of course, the main reason was Huang Xuan's toughness, which gave the workers present a sense of intimacy.
A short, fat white man took the information in Julien's hand and said to several people, including Huang Xuan, "Follow me." In a small room near the factory door, he pulled out several parts diagrams. Said: "Can you draw the left side view? Each person draws one, just a sketch."
It's just an ordinary three-dimensional view, but in factories of this period, being able to understand the drawings was a sign of a skilled worker to a certain extent. Julien and others also followed in curiously, standing around Huang Xuan waiting for him to make a fool of himself. Normally, students would be taught these things in technical schools and factories, but Huang Xuan's age did not allow him enough time in either.
Thomas covered his eyes and stood directly behind Huang Xuan, breathing heavily, as if he was harassing Huang Xuan.
Of course Huang Xuan couldn't draw, but Lorraine could. He took a pencil, played with it and said to Lorraine: "Help me draw that picture."
"The left view. It is the shape seen from the left side of the object." After Comrade Warden corrected Huang Xuan, he complained: "If you use energy to manipulate you to draw the picture, it will consume too much energy."
"How many." Huang Xuan said unmoved: "If we don't deal with them, we won't be able to see Ford. Don't imagine that I will go to his house to find him. Nothing can be done 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 stiff manipulation, but a forced guidance. Lorraine increased the air concentration around Huang Xuan's body, forcing his actions to meet the requirements. In this case, Huang Xuan gestured with a ruler in one hand. , the fingers also moved more naturally.
Three-view drawing is the most basic step in industrial drawing. However, ordinary does not mean simple. More often, drawing requires care and patience, and these are usually not found in a teenager.
For the arrogant white class, such advantages should not exist in a yellow person. I think harshly, maybe black people are better.
However, Huang Xuan's performance shocked the onlookers. Most of the people present were technical backbones. They knew every step of drawing. Of course, they also knew under what circumstances it would be more difficult and where it might be necessary. Think about it.
However, Lorraine's thinking process is indistinguishable to the human eye, and his movements must be flawless. Thomas almost burst his eyes open again.
"Does it look okay?" Although he believed in Lorraine, Huang Xuan was still a little unsure.
"Of course." Julien spread his hands to his colleagues and said, "Above the standard."
"So, I was hired?" Huang Xuanxiao asked.
Thomas also put away his arrogant attitude at this time. After the violent failure, he found that his intelligence level also needed to be discussed.
The man in brown clothes was also quite surprised and patted Huang Xuan on the shoulder and said, "Not bad."
"OK, come with me." The fat man pulled Huang Xuan, ordered five more people, and walked out.
Huang Xuan followed him unsteadily and asked, "Which Ford is here today?"
"BOSS." Someone simply answered, then asked Huang Xuandao: "Where did you learn cartography? Your father?"
"yes."
Lorraine explained: "The BOSS is Edsel, and he should have taken over the management rights of Ford."
As long as you have money in your hand, Huang Xuan smiled unconsciously and asked: "Then where will he go? I mean how can I see him?"
"Why do you want to see him?"
"Uh..., it's just admiration."
Several people laughed, and Thomas said expressionlessly: "Edsel will come to our workshop, and you will see him, boy."
"I will." Huang Xuan answered seriously. (To be continued)