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Chapter 225 Bull Hotel
On the first day, I actually encountered this kind of thing!

Su Chen's face couldn't help but change, free America, gun battles every day.

I don't know what happened.

He is not some god-man who went to heaven and earth, a black date can make him talk to Marx about Lenin.

"Student Su Chen, put your head down!" Zhou Aijun's face also changed drastically. This is a high-achieving student. Don't die halfway before being sent to Harvard. Then he will probably live in guilt for the rest of his life.

And maybe it will be subject to various censorship, this is something that will definitely exist.

Su Chen hurriedly lowered his head.

Zhou Aijun said to the driver again: "Drive fast!"

"Don't worry, my Asian friend." The driver was a black man. He turned his head and gritted his teeth. "It's just the police firing warning shots, not a gun battle. There is a traffic jam right now, so we have to wait."

Hearing this, Su Chen poked his head out secretly, and he saw a few policemen chasing two white men, maybe they were really catching thieves.

To be honest, even in two lifetimes, he didn't feel that the United States was any better, maybe it was blood in his bones.

In just a few decades, the people have been lifted out of poverty, the people are not hungry, and it has become one of the most potential economic powers in the world, and the people's lives have generally reached a moderately prosperous level.

That's how amazing she is.

There are indeed problems of one kind or another, but no one is perfect, and the country is not as perfect as Utopia.

"Are you from Japan?" the black driver asked again.

Su Chen frowned, because Chinese people abroad are regarded as Japanese, and in the eyes of these Westerners, almost all Asians are the same, just like we see these Westerners, they are not recognizable .

Before he could speak, Zhou Aijun said, "We are Chinese."

"Chinese?" The black man suddenly got excited: "Then you must know Chinese Kung Fu?"

As he spoke, he still imitated Bruce Lee, waving his hands twice, and screaming in his mouth.

Zhou Aijun nodded and said, "Yes, but in our country, kung fu is for self-cultivation, not for fighting for strength."

As he spoke, he also specifically explained the meaning of self-cultivation.

This made Su Chen look at him with admiration. At first he thought he was just an old pedant, but he didn't expect to know all these things.

But when he thought of what Zhou Aijun said before, he felt relieved.

He could think that if he caused trouble, he would pretend to be the idea of ​​the Japanese people. Under his rigorous appearance, there was a turbulent heart hidden.

The black man was confused and said: "You Chinese people have too much knowledge, I don't understand it well. I heard that you have Shaolin. Is it true?"

The word Shaolin is spoken in Mandarin because the word Shaolin does not exist in English.

Su Chen didn't expect that this black man even knew about Shaolin. Presumably, it should be the influence of Li Lianjie's "Shaolin Temple" after it was broadcast overseas.

Zhou Aijun nodded: "Yes, the world's martial arts come from Shaolin, and the peerless masters are from the people."

"Wow, if I can go to China in the future, I must visit Shaolin." The black man looked very interested, and then said: "Your English is very good, if you didn't say you are Chinese, I wouldn't be able to recognize it. "

While speaking, the car in front had already started, the black man stepped on the accelerator, and the car moved forward slowly, but he didn't know what happened, and the movement became very slow.

The black man turned his head again: "Are you coming to America for tourism?"

The impression that China gives to foreigners is that it is poor, even after 2020, not to mention foreign countries, even Wanwan thinks that we can't afford tea eggs and FL mustard.

"Yes." Zhou Aijun said: "My companion and I need to take a break, please send us to the place, thank you."

Because they had been on the plane all the time, the two were exhausted at this time, but the black driver kept chattering.

After hearing Zhou Aijun's words, the black driver did not speak again and continued to drive forward.

Zhou Aijun and Su Chen looked at each other, and they could see the helplessness in their eyes.

But now I can't go directly to school, but I need to find a place to rest first, and then I can talk about the jet lag.

Students from the mainland, except for a few public students like Su Chen, few of them can afford the high tuition fees of American universities.

Therefore, striving for scholarship or teaching assistant financial aid becomes the key to the success of the application for studying abroad.

Moreover, the application for admission is also very paperistic and requires various things. Su Chen was busy with these things for several months ago.

On the admission application form of American universities, there is also a self-report to be filled in, requiring applicants to tell about their own "learning motivation", why they are interested in this major, and what they want to do in the future.

But for most people, going abroad is the purpose. In order to increase their admission and win scholarships, many people change their majors.

Before Tang Wanru said that she could ask her classmates for help, but Su Chen didn't dare to take the risk, he had heard of such a thing.

Someone asked an American to act as a financial guarantor, and the American agreed.

As a result, when the foreign students went abroad, they followed the address left by the American to find it, and it turned out to be an agency of the Intelligence Bureau!
Who knows if Tang Wanru's classmates are working as intelligence agents for the Americans.

Everything still has to be careful.

So he didn't dare to sleep now, for fear that he would fall asleep later and be dragged to some unknown place by this black man.

A beating is a small matter, but if the documents of the two are damaged, it will be a big trouble.

……

"My two Chinese brothers, the place is here." The black driver shouted.

Zhou Aijun and Su Chen got out of the car, and then opened the trunk to take out their own things. In fact, there were not many things. Su Chen only had a bag for some temporary emergency supplies.

After all, it is impossible for him to bring a lot of things from China, just buy what is missing.

Zhou Aijun paid the fare, and all of these had to be reimbursed.

And this trip, he needs to send Su Chen to the school before going back, mainly because he is worried that Su Chen will not find a place outside alone, or even encounter some dangerous things.

This is the responsibility of leading the team.

But it is impossible to expect to live in a big hotel, and now they are basically hotels, of various kinds, such as motels and so on.

Even if there is a hotel, it is impossible to live in the hotel, otherwise it is corruption.

Apparently Zhou Aijun had never been to this city before, so he looked around and said, "Let's find a hotel to stay in first, and then go to eat something, to clear up the jet lag, and report tomorrow."

"Listen to the leader's arrangement." Su Chen said with a smile.

When he is abroad, he will not be so stupid as not to listen to Zhou Aijun's words. If he goes back and blows some wind, it will be enough for Su Chen.

Zhou Aijun led Su Chen to walk more than ten meters, and then said: "Let's stay here, let me ask, you wait for me first."

Su Chen looked up, and the name of the hotel was translated as 'Bull Hotel'.

I don't know how to say this name.

Zhou Aijun came out from inside: "If you have a room, you can live here."

The two registered their information, then took the key and went directly to the room.

After going to the room on the second floor, I found that the room was just like that, but it was not bad, at least it was better than domestic guest houses.

Su Chen put down his things and was about to open the window to get some air, but when he opened the window and saw the scene of the back alley, he was almost dumbfounded.

How could it be such a place...

(End of this chapter)