I am Fugui

Chapter 277 Unfriendly

The plane took off in the afternoon, and after flying for about ten hours, Xu Fugui came out from the airport in San Francisco.

He looked at the silver watch on his wrist. The time on it clearly showed that it was twelve o'clock in the evening, but the sun was still shining brightly here.

He suddenly remembered a geography book he had read before, which mentioned the concept of jet lag, and this must be what he encountered.

It should be night in the east now, but it is day in San Francisco.

Xu Fugui yawned a lot, feeling dizzy, took out his passport, checked it for the blond foreigner, and walked out with strange eyes.

That's right, it's the strange eyes. The people coming and going are all foreigners with tall stature, colorful hair and bold clothes.

Oh no, this is their country, the foreigner should be himself.

Xu Fugui has black eyes, black hair, and yellow skin. At first glance, he is very different from these Yingjiang people. What greets him is a strange look.

Even when the staff saw his passport, their tone became quite impatient, as if his arrival was very unwelcome.

Xu Fugui remained calm on the surface, but in his heart aroused resentment. Now Xintu's status in the world is too low, and yellow-skinned people have been synonymous with weak for a long time.

Xu Fugui came to the outside of the airport. The airport here was built in the outskirts, and he saw a large stretch of wild and straight roads, with constant traffic on the roads.

Maybe it was because he went to strange places a lot, Xu Fugui didn't feel too flustered in his heart, he hired a taxi like the people around him, and headed to the city.

When he came to the urban area, he was inevitably shocked by the bustling city. Xiangjiang was already prosperous enough, but it was still not as good as San Francisco.

Row upon row of high-rise buildings, constant traffic, pedestrians wearing exquisite clothes, everything seems to be the trend center of the world.

The people around him all spoke in English, and the street signs were all in English. He could barely understand some of the words on the street signs.

He patted his face, first found a hotel, handed his passport to the front desk, and said in English that he wanted a room, preferably quieter.

"From Xiangjiang?" The receptionist glanced at his passport and said indifferently.

Xu Fugui nodded expressionlessly, and the front desk returned her passport, "I'm sorry, this is a white hotel, and we only accept distinguished white people."

Xu Fugui carefully put his passport back in his pocket, and continued to ask in English: "Then do you know where there is a hotel that accepts Caucasians?"

"I don't know." The receptionist stopped looking at him.

Xu Fugui let out a foul breath, turned around and walked out, but met a big black man with a bald head, wearing a denim suit, and looking like a fool.

When he saw Xu Fugui in a suit and leather shoes, his eyes lit up, "Hey, are you a stick man?"

Xu Fugui glanced at him, ignored him, and started to leave.

But the black man stood in front of him, with a knife in his hand, and jokingly said, "You want to stay in a white hotel? Don't think about it, these white guys are always so proud."

"However, you should have money on you, so take it out of your wit."

It was obviously not the first time the black man had done it, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Jack, are you bullying the yellow-skinned monkey again?" A black man on a motorcycle passed by and laughed wantonly when he saw this.

Jack greeted him, and it wasn't until the black man rode away on a motorcycle that he waved his knife impatiently, "Please Kang, give me the money, I don't want to cause trouble."

Xu Fugui smiled and asked, "Here?"

Jack froze for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, it's too dangerous here, I don't want to be watched by those white policemen, follow me."

After speaking, he turned around and left without any fear of Xu Fugui escaping. In his impression, people of the yellow race were cowardly and easy to bully, and they dared not resist at all.

However, after he walked a few steps, he suddenly found that there were no footsteps behind him. He turned his head and saw that Xu Fugui was running wildly in the opposite direction.

"Shet!"

Jack was furious, and quickly chased after him. The talent of the black man was indeed outstanding, and his legs seemed to be equipped with motors.

But Xu Fugui's physical fitness is not bad, even with a suitcase in his hand, he still throws him away and disappears into the crowd.

Jack patted his leg angrily, feeling that he had missed a fat sheep.

On the other side, Xu Fugui wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling a little tired. The living environment for people of yellow race is too bad here.

He remembered the contact information Zuo Shanhe had given him, hailed a yellow taxi, and came to San Francisco's Chinatown.

The familiar door, the familiar yellow skin, the jugglers in the street, the smell of cooking, all of these made Xu Fugui feel a sense of intimacy.

This is Chinatown, where the Chinese gather.

Xu Fugui got off the car, feeling hungry, so he found a fast food restaurant, ordered hamburgers and Coke and ate them.

After I was full, I found a hotel in Chinatown. The owner of the hotel was Chinese. Seeing that he was also Chinese, he had a very good attitude and arranged a quiet room for him.

As soon as he entered the room, Xu Fugui urinated, took off his shoes, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep soundly.

He was really sleepy, even though it was daytime outside and it was not time to go to bed, his biological clock told him that it was time to go to bed.

After he woke up, the sky outside had already darkened, street lamps illuminated the corner of the street, every house closed the door tightly, and there was hardly a single person walking outside.

Xu Fugui was brilliant, looked at the time, and at nine o'clock in the evening, he immediately lay down on the bed in distress, and now he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to sleep, how should he spend the long night?

Bored, he found a book on the bedside, with the three big characters "Green Book" written in Chinese characters on the cover.

He opened it and looked, and the content inside was mixed in Chinese and English, and it marked various shops in San Francisco that catered to people of yellow race.

The booklet is not thick, and it took a while to finish flipping through it. Xu Fugui pursed his lips, and once again had a clear understanding of the status of the Chinese abroad.

If he was allowed to choose, no matter how developed the place is, he would not choose to stay here.

He sighed, and decided to start looking for a contact person tomorrow, and go back early after getting the pig raising equipment and technology.

It's too depressing to be here, too unfriendly.

He stayed up for three hours, watching the night getting darker, and he could even see a few drunks outside, forcing himself to go back to bed and sleep, otherwise he would not be able to do anything during the day tomorrow.

When he was sleeping in a daze, he suddenly heard a few gunshots from the street outside. He was startled, turned over and looked around. It was calm outside and no one came out to check. It seemed that gunshots were a common occurrence. matter
(End of this chapter)