I am Fugui

Chapter 278
When Xu Fugui woke up, it was still dark, but the eastern sky was already pale.

He turned over and got up, feeling refreshed and full of sleep, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, it was only around six o'clock in the morning.

Even San Francisco, thousands of miles away, seems to have entered late autumn, and the surrounding air is full of cold.

After Xu Fugui finished washing, he opened the wicker box, found a brand new linen suit and put it on, and put on a black windbreaker over the suit.

He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled inexplicably. He thought that he would not be used to suits if he was used to wearing Chinese tunic suits, but he didn't expect that he was quite adaptable.

After locking the door of the room, Xu Fugui walked to the first floor of the hotel with his hands in his pockets, greeted the Chinese at the front desk, and handed him a cigarette.

The Chinese took it, but did not ignite it, and asked with a polite smile: "Friends from my hometown, how did you sleep last night?"

He spoke in English, but Xu Fugui always felt weird, as if it was translated from Chinese to English.

He nodded, "Pretty good, the jet lag has been reversed."

"Oh, then you are quite adaptable. Many people can't make it for several days. They want something to eat in the morning. We have sandwiches, milk, and eggs here. Of course, there is a charge."

Xu Fugui thought for a while, "Let's have one each, just to taste what Yingjiang's breakfast is like."

The front desk called the waiter and asked her to prepare breakfast for the guests.

Xu Fugui sat in front of the front desk and asked in a low voice, "Did you hear the gunshots outside last night?"

The front desk glanced at him, and said solemnly: "For the sake of being Chinese, I need to remind you that Ying Jiang is free, and guns are also free, so the sound of guns is a very common thing here. The police wouldn't bother."

"Of course, the situation will be much better during the day, especially at night. If you don't want to experience the feeling of being shot, it's best not to go out."

As he spoke, he sighed with a sad tone, "Especially with our skin color, as long as we go out at night, we will definitely be robbed by black people."

Perhaps because of his interest, he popularized a lot of common sense about life in Yingjiang.

For example, black and yellow people are not welcome in white restaurants. It is best not to reveal your wealth when you go out, otherwise you will be easily targeted.

Eagle sauce and gun sales are very common, and the current policy is also very loose. You can buy a weapon and keep it on your body for self-defense at any time.

When going out to buy things, you must develop the habit of tipping, which is popular in Western countries.

Xu Fugui frowned and drank the milk while carefully writing down every word he said.

These news are really of great help to him, allowing him to avoid many minefields.

After breakfast, Xu Fugui gave the money, and after thinking about it, he took out another US dollar as a tip.

"Oh, God, you are so generous, you took a dollar for consumption." He said something in surprise, and accepted the money unceremoniously.

"This time, I will teach you a lesson. Remember, at our level, a few dollars is enough for consumption."

Xu Fugui opened his mouth, feeling a little pain in his heart. A gold bar of small yellow croaker can only be exchanged for 34 dollars. He just lost a piece of gold.

But if you give it all, it is considered as a reward for him.

But just now he got another piece of news that at this time, the US knife can be directly exchanged for gold, so many people call the US knife the US knife.

This conversion ratio is almost one dollar equals one gram of gold!
It is said that this monetary system is part of the Bretton Woods system, which was proposed by an international conference held by Western countries.

Xu Fugui doesn't care about international conferences, what he cares about is one dollar per gram of gold.

This value made him very excited.

He knows how expensive gold is in future generations. If he has enough dollars now, he can exchange all of them for gold. When life gets better in the future, he doesn't have to think about other ways out. This wealth is enough to make his life worry-free.

But where do you get so many dollars?

He doesn't know how to do business, even if he does, he won't be able to stay in Yingjiang for that long.

He tapped the table with his fingers, and casually asked how the front desk got a lot of dollars.

The front desk sneered, "If you want to get rich overnight, go and rob the bank. The bank is full of US dollars."

Xu Fugui was speechless, "Brother, I mean the method allowed by the law."

The receptionist said indifferently: "The method of making money is written in the law, it depends on whether you have the courage. It is too difficult to get rich step by step."

"Forget it then." Although Xu Fugui said so on the surface, he inevitably had some thoughts in his heart.

In Xintu, he is indeed an excellent leader who abides by the law, but here is Yingjiang, why should he obey the law here.

Anyway, he had a bad impression of Ying Jiang, and he wished that Ying Jiang would cause more trouble.

However, we have to think of a perfect way, so that no one can suspect him. Anyway, he has a space where no one knows, and we must make good use of the ability of space.

But for a while, he couldn't think of where to get US dollars.

After all, there are quite a lot of legal content, most of which are beyond his reach, and he doesn't have the guts to do so.

Shaking his head, putting aside the idea of ​​engaging in gold, he asked the front desk another question, "Is there a man named Tang Long in our Chinatown?"

Maybe Xu Fugui had too many questions, he said impatiently: "Chinatown is so big, how the hell do I know who Tang Long is?"

After speaking, remembering the one dollar spent just now, he still relaxed, thought about it carefully, and shook his head, "I don't know anyone named Tang Long. After all, there are many Chinatowns. You can go to other places to find out."

Xu Fugui nodded, and complained while standing up, "This milk is really bad, neither sweet nor bitter."

The front desk laughed, "Milk is obviously the best thing in the world, but why are these white and black people taller than us? It's because they have been drinking milk since they were young."

When Xu Fugui heard this, his heart moved, should he bring some milk back for Fengxia and Youqing to drink?Let them grow tall too.

Walking out of the hotel, he walked aimlessly on the street, and walked into a Chinese shop from time to time, and there was news from Tang Long in the lobby.

Tang Long was the contact person Zuo Shanhe gave him, and he asked him to keep some of the technology and equipment that could not be taken away at that time.

There are many people like Tang Long, most of whom are Chinese. At that time, Xintu was ambitious to develop its own technology, and spent a lot of money to buy related technology and materials abroad, but it did not expect to be blocked by foreign countries.

There is no way to take these technologies and materials back, so they can only be left in the corresponding places, and please keep them by the local Chinese
(End of this chapter)