Rebooting you shine like a crystal

Chapter 6 Golden State
Zhao Xingchen finished reading his "A Brief History of Time", and they were about to arrive in San Francisco.

He put "A Brief History of Time" next to his seat and waited for the plane to land.

At the same time, the young woman also woke up, packed her things and fastened her seat belt and waited for the plane to stop.

When the plane landed smoothly and Zhao Xingchen got up to leave, the young woman called out: "Sir, you..."

Zhao Xingchen waved his hand, and before the young woman finished speaking, he replied: "No, thank you."

After speaking, he followed the crowd and left.

The young woman was about to call it back: "Sir! You haven't got your "A Brief History of Time" yet!"

But there is no shadow of Zhao Xingchen in front!

She puffed up her chin and said angrily: "How can this man be so confident that he knows what I want to say? You see, it's better now, I forgot to bring the books."

She picked up Zhao Xingchen's "A Brief History of Time" and took it off the plane.

Let's wait and see if the gentleman still goes to the front desk to claim this book. If he doesn't go, he can only put it in his bag and return it to him when he has a chance.

However, finding someone in a city with a large population of yellow people like San Francisco is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack, and the next time we meet can only depend on fate.

It was only after Zhao Xingchen got his luggage that he realized that he didn't take the "A Brief History of Time" that he had just finished reading.

Zhao Xingchen gave up the idea of ​​continuing to search for this book after asking the flight attendant to no avail.

Although it is the original and unrevised version, the price is not expensive, so it will not be too distressing to lose it, but it is just a little less fun on the road.

However, I was temporarily relieved when I thought that there were still a few books on psychology and finance in the suitcase.

If you lose your horse, you know it’s not a blessing. If you lose it, just throw it away. Maybe this book can find better readers, after all, he has already read it.

I stopped a taxi at the gate of the airport, and the uncle driver helped put the luggage in the trunk and got into the car and asked, "Young man, where are you going?"

The mandarin with a slight accent made him dumbfounded, and said, "Why don't you think I'm from rb or h country? I can speak Chinese at once."

"We overseas Chinese all have telepathy. We can tell at a glance which ones are our own and which ones are from Rb and H." The uncle driver boasted.

However, Zhao Xingchen didn't think it was a special induction, it was just that he had developed the ability to perceive words and emotions after working as a taxi driver for a long time.

However, Zhao Xingchen did not plan to expose him. He did not inform anyone of his visit to San Francisco this time, so the person in charge of his company here did not know of his arrival.

Although it is possible to make a surprise inspection during the holidays, they will not be able to get their help accordingly.

"I'm going to a so-and-so homestay in Chinatown." After Zhao Xingchen finished speaking, he took out the financial books he had just taken out of the suitcase and began to read.

The uncle driver saw that Zhao Xingchen was not a talkative person, so he didn't continue to create topics.

There is no difference between foreign taxi drivers and domestic ones. They are all desperately carrying passengers every day. They want to have their own shelter in this city and give their families a better life.

Chatting to passengers while driving is just for them to find a little fun in the long journey every day.

After arriving at the destination, the uncle driver thoughtfully took Zhao Xingchen's luggage and got off the car, and gave him many instructions.

"Young man, although there are many Chinese in San Francisco, they are relatively friendly with Chinese, but you must pay attention..."

The uncle driver told Zhao Xingchen everything he thought was dangerous, for fear that this young man would suffer something here.

Zhao Xingchen felt that the uncle was also a man of temperament, so he tipped a little more when paying the bill.

When the uncle counted the money, he felt something was wrong, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Young man, you gave me too much money, and I will return the extra money to you."

"You take it, this is a tip. I don't need this little money." Zhao Xingchen's expression was still cold, but his words couldn't help showing a little more tenderness.

"No, no, young man, you can't go out alone without some money. I can't charge you so much money." The uncle shook his head and insisted on returning the tip to Zhao Xingchen.

"Then uncle, let's take a step back. How about you accept half of the tip here?"

The uncle hesitated for a while, and said, "Okay, I won't be hypocritical anymore. I'll take half of your money."

After speaking, he went back to the car and took out a blank piece of paper to write a series of phone calls, and handed him over to Zhao Xingchen.

"This is my phone number. If you encounter any unsolvable problems here, you can contact me. As long as you don't break the law or commit a crime, I can find a way."

Zhao Xingchen took the blank paper, and instead of waving his hand, he entered the hotel.

It seems that this uncle is not an ordinary person!The white paper of the Green Gang is interesting.

Thinking about it, Zhao Xingchen folded it and put it in his pocket.

After he opened the room and put down the luggage, he simply washed, ate something and went to bed.

Although Zhao Xingchen was very sleepy, under the influence of mania, he only slept for three hours before waking up again.

He tossed and turned on the bed trying to fall asleep again, but he didn't follow his wish.

"When will God give me the time to sleep until I'm full!" Zhao Xingchen murmured.

But since you can't sleep, let's get up and go out to have a look, Zhao Xingchen thought so.

He did what he said, and after he changed his clothes, he walked out of the famous hotel and wandered around Chinatown.

San Francisco's Chinatown is the largest place in the west of the country comparable to New York's Chinatown.

There are about [-] overseas Chinese living here.What is written and heard here is in Chinese, and what you see here is very traditional Chinese style, just like a small China.

There is no antique shop in Jackie Chan's Adventures here, nor the so-called father Jackie Chan and Xiaoyu, but the headquarters of the mafia is not in country m, so naturally there is no excitement like the imagination of Chinese people here.

Zhao Xingchen walked on the road, he didn't feel the slightest difference between here and China except that there were more black and white people, and even many black and white people were chatting with overseas Chinese in proficient Chinese.

Or maybe it's because President Zhao doesn't have much time to go shopping.

After strolling around for a short time, he felt a little annoyed by the excitement here, and desperately wanted to find a quiet place to enjoy the night breeze.

I picked up my mobile phone and searched a little on Google Maps, and I felt that the nearby Golden Gate Bridge seemed to be a good choice.

I bought half a dozen qd beers in a Chinese grocery store, and walked slowly to the Golden Gate Bridge according to the navigation.

(End of this chapter)