White armor

Chapter 301: I Don’t Know Anything About Japanese Cuisine
"You're welcome. I'm just a doctor. Just a doctor. It's nothing important."

"Professor Luo, you are too modest." Han Guangyun's words had hidden meaning, but Luo Hao didn't want to communicate with him at all and pretended not to hear it.

Soon, Han Guangyun contacted Luo Hao and said, "Professor Luo, the boss wants to meet with you."

"It's not a big deal." Luo Hao had no interest in this.

Han Guangyun was stunned.

"You threatened me with the giant pandas. You have taken advantage of my weakness. I will come to the operation obediently. You will send the giant pandas from Memphis to the capital. This is already an exchange." Luo Hao said with a smile, not angry at all. "We don't owe each other anything. We'll talk about the future later."

"Professor Luo, the big boss is not the chairman of Lanco. I am just using a different term in China."

"Oh?" Luo Hao was still not interested after listening to Han Guangyun's explanation. "By the way, Director Han, don't transfer money to my account, otherwise I will have to explain it when I go back, which is very troublesome."

Han Guangyun looked at Luo Hao, with a lot to say but he didn't know what to say.

Han Guangyun had seen people who didn't want money, but he had never seen someone like Luo Hao.

Han Guangyun knew very well that Luo Hao was not joking.

"Boss Zhou told me a story."

Luo Hao took a look and saw that the plane was still taxiing. He said lightly.

"In the 1980s, there was a soldier from the countryside whose family was very poor and whose monthly allowance was not much. The army took special care of him and asked him to sell expired newspapers as waste paper."

"After a while, he changed from selling waste paper to selling other things. I won't say much about what happened afterwards, but the man was found out and executed."

"I don't have the confidence to peel off the sugar coating and throw all the shells back, so let's just communicate normally from the beginning."

"Let's not talk about money. It's so vulgar. Let's talk about the future of mankind, world peace, technological progress, and the stars and the sea. How wonderful that is."

Really, this is too cautious, Han Guangyun thought to himself.

"The giant panda in Memphis has returned to Beijing Animal Husbandry and its skin disease has been almost cured."

After Luo Haoming finished talking to Han Guangyun, he turned the topic back to giant pandas.

He clearly told Han Guangyun that he didn't want to continue the conversation.

Han Guangyun also knew that Luo Hao didn't like his control, and that if his stubborn temper got out, they would probably never have anything to do with each other again.

But he didn't care. He just had to complete the tasks assigned by the big boss. There were many other things that were not something a "small fry" at his level could think about.

He is the big boss behind the consortium, and even I don’t have the chance to meet him.

Han Guangyun felt a little regretful.

Being targeted by the big boss, Luo Hao has no way to escape.

He is still so young, it can only be said that Luo Hao's luck is not very good.

"It will probably recover in a month." Luo Hao continued to talk about the giant panda. "As for this matter, I feel it is Memphis food."

Luo Hao emphasized the word "Memphis Zoo food" again, as if he was talking to himself, convincing himself, or as if he was playing tricks on Han Guangyun.

But Luo Hao couldn't be blamed for being so shady. What he meant at the time was that if you didn't come, nothing else would happen to the giant panda soon.

Luo Hao is an elegant man. He instantly understood what he meant without Han Guangyun needing to explain. Han Guangyun smiled and looked at Luo Hao.

And Shen Zi was such a fool that he was still angry until later, instead of taking action like Luo Hao.

Yin and Yang, I'm afraid that within 24 hours, Luo Hao will not have the chance to Yin and Yang himself again.

When the time comes for the Yin and Yang to separate, I will burn some paper for Luo Hao so that he can have a more comfortable life in the next life.

Since he was unhappy, forget it. Han Guangyun decided to go back and report to the boss.

In fact, he was quite reluctant.

By contacting Luo Hao, Han Guangyun had the opportunity to communicate with the big boss.

This kind of opportunity probably only comes once in a lifetime.

I got off the plane with great reluctance.

Han Guangyun fell behind Luo Hao, and the more he looked at him, the more regrettable he felt.

Luo Hao had used up all his luck in the first half of his life. Everything was going smoothly for him, but in the end he ran straight into the wall of sighs, without even a chance to turn back.

If the big boss wants someone dead, Han Guangyun has never seen anyone escape.

This is America. The big boss is a god who can decide life and death with just a thought.

Luo Hao, what a pity.

……

Three yellow-skinned Chinese people came to greet Luo Hao.

"Hello, Professor Luo." A short, strong middle-aged man stretched out his hand and shook hands with Luo Hao.

"My name is Yang Jinsi, you can just call me Old Yang. Boss Lou contacted me, if you have anything to say these days, just tell me, you're welcome."

Luo Hao felt that his palms were full of calluses, like those of an old farmer.

“These two are my nephews.”

Luo Hao shook hands with each of them.

"I have to go to the hotel first."

"We will follow you. What are your plans for today?" Yang Jinsi asked.

"After you check in, I'll go around with you and take a look."

"Okay." Yang Jinsi was decisive and agreed directly without asking Luo Hao whether he needed to adjust to the jet lag or anything like that.

They took a car to the Ingoldi Hotel in downtown Baltimore and checked in. Luo Hao and Han Guangyun said hello as a final courtesy, then left with Yang Jinsi.

Although they are both of Chinese descent, Luo Hao's impression of Yang Jinsi is countless times better than Han Guangyun's.

Luo Hao hates being threatened. It's too mean and too boring.

After getting into Yang Jinsi's car, Luo Hao felt that the sky in Baltimore had become clearer.

After receiving the message, Han Guangyun sent the meeting arrangements to Luo Hao.

Luo Hao took a glance and turned off his phone.

"Brother Yang, are you from Jianfu?"

"Yes, I have been here for thirty years." Yang Jinsi answered honestly.

The way he speaks has a strong Jianfu accent, the legendary local accent.

"How did you get here?" Luo Hao chatted casually.

"I asked Mazu, and she said it was okay, so I came."

"..." Luo Hao laughed, it turned out that what was said on the Internet was true.

"Is life good here?"

"It was okay in the past few years, but it's not so good in recent years, but it's still okay. Few young people come here, and if there weren't some businesses here, they would all be busy going back." Yang Jinsi glanced at his two nephews in the front row.

"Home is not bad now." Luo Hao replied calmly.

He felt a little headache when he saw the black faces all over the street.

"Are there so few old white men here?" Luo Hao asked.

"It's becoming less and less. It's been hard to see in the past five years or so. It's estimated to be less than 5%." Yang Jinsi replied.

“!!!” Luo Hao was surprised.

He treated old white men and black men the same way, but he lamented that the land had quietly changed color.

Like France?
The national team is dark.

"Professor Luo, I need to close the window on your side."

"Okay." Luo Hao also smelled a faint stinky smell coming in and immediately closed the window.

"This noodle smells bad. If you smell it too much, you'll feel dizzy and nauseous."

“Is it the smell of leaves?”

"Well, ever since it became legal, those people on the roadside have been confused." Yang Jinsi was very disdainful of this, staring at the two nephews in front of him with sharp eyes.

"Uncle, we won't touch it. Don't worry, we definitely won't touch it!!"

One of them assured immediately.

"You dare! If you touch me once, I will break your dog legs!" Yang Jinsi scolded viciously.

Luo Hao looked at the people stumbling on the street from time to time, and thought that based on this ratio, it was not impossible for the overseas Chinese to return to China for medical treatment.

Not only were they stumbling all over the place, Luo Hao even saw a few people defecating in the street in a daze.

Yang Jinsi's side is caused by the DNA engraved in the bones of the older generation, and he is strictly controlled. Many overseas students are in foreign countries and can be contacted through various channels.

The curse of Cixi?
Luo Hao smiled slightly.

Driving to a park, Yang Jinsi introduced, "This is Oriole Park, the home of the Baltimore Orioles."

Luo Hao doesn't have a single elegant bone in his body, and he doesn't want to take photos, check in, or take pictures as souvenirs.

But he didn't want to refuse Yang Jinsi's kindness. He thought that Oriole Park should be a tourist attraction in Baltimore, so Luo Hao just went for a stroll with him.

Yang Jinsi introduced as he walked, and it seemed that he had brought many people here.

Luo Hao absentmindedly thought of a joke - some people in Shanghai actually bought annual passes in order to bring their friends from all over the country to Disneyland.

Regarding the park and the baseball team, Yang Jinsi spoke in a dull and old-fashioned manner, like a lousy tour guide.

Although it's lame, it's full of sincerity.

Luo Hao felt that Yang Jinsi came out to greet him personally instead of letting his sons and nephews come because he valued him.

But this is too awkward, and Luo Hao doesn't want Yang Jinsi to suffer.

"Brother Yang." Halfway through the tour, Luo Hao interrupted Yang Jinsi's explanation, "I'm not very interested in these places. Would you like to visit your home and company to see if the living conditions here are convenient?"

Yang Jinsi felt relieved, "Ha, Professor Luo is such a straightforward person!"

"The park here looks just average, nothing to see."

"I was stunned by this park when I came here 30 years ago. It was clean and tidy, with blue sky and white clouds," Yang Jinsi said with emotion. "In the blink of an eye, friends from China are not very interested in this place now. It is said that similar places can be found everywhere in China, so it is not that rare."

"Life in China is not easy either. Global economic growth has reached its limit. There's nothing we can do but to endure it." Luo Hao changed the subject.

Yang Jinsi didn't think much of it. He was happy to leave the park and take Luo Hao directly to the factory.

"We have a farm, three restaurants and some small businesses."

When Luo Hao heard the word "small industry", and even though Yang Jinsi didn't say it explicitly, he roughly knew what he was talking about.

"Small industries are very profitable."

"Yes." Yang Jinsi smiled. "If planting is allowed on this side, then let's plant it. But I'll be in charge of that side. I'm afraid something might go wrong if young people see it."

Luo Hao wanted to know more, but then he thought it was pointless.

I'm just taking a look here. I'm not interested in it yet. I guess I'll never see this thing again after I return to my country.

Mainly, the smell is everywhere in the street, it's stinky, even worse than what Fang Xiao described, and it's not just the confined space of the school dormitory building.

With this concentration, Luo Hao felt uncomfortable.

"Let's go to the restaurant?"

"No problem. Actually there's nothing to see. If you like, Professor Luo, you can go and take a look." Baltimore is not a big city, and the roads are a bit shabby, but it has less traffic than the Imperial City and the Magic City.

I didn't see the situation described in the official account where there was feces all over the place, but the smell was a bit unpleasant.

After all, this is an old city with a long history and a world-class university like Johns Hopkins University. Even though it is dilapidated, it is not something that is unsightly.

Arriving at a commercial street, Yang Jinsi pointed to a restaurant and said, "This is my family's Japanese cuisine."

"Japanese?"

"Those little Japanese guys know nothing about Japanese cuisine!" said Yang Jinsi.

"!!!"

"The improvement we made here is actually to build a Japanese cuisine brand. In a few years, I think we will be able to come up with dishes like hot salmon."

Yang Jinsi parked his car and a sturdy old Mexican woman from the supermarket next door greeted him.

"The supermarket next door is owned by a Mexican. They were bold and did whatever they wanted. Her husband was arrested last year and sentenced to two years in prison."

"Oh? What?"

"Professor Luo, you know that the United States gives food stamps to the poor, right?"

"know a little."

"It's different in every state. Stores have to sell a certain percentage of food to be eligible for food stamps."

"I'm not good at English and I haven't been able to learn it for all these years. Now I rely on translation software most of the time. The Mexican next door is very good at speaking both American English and Spanish." Yang Jinsi explained a little, fearing that Luo Hao would not understand.

Luo Hao looked at the old Mexican woman carefully.

Her supermarket is neither big nor small, and is about the same level as a 711 on the street in China.

"Her husband paid people back for their food stamps, and it was very profitable."

It seems that there are bugs everywhere. Luo Hao smiled and asked, "How generous is it?"

"$100 in food stamps is $50 in cash, cash."

"That's true." Luo Hao admitted.

"Later, they were targeted and came to my house to arrest me. The scene was so grand that I thought what I was growing was illegal. I was really scared."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Having a gun pointed at my head is nothing. The main thing is that I feel uneasy about all those things. Mazu doesn't know. I haven't asked. If I had asked..."

Seeing Yang Jinsi's hesitation, Luo Hao smiled and said, "This is America, not China. It's Empress Dowager Cixi's curse. Anyone who has taken anything from the Empress Dowager must return it. Nothing more."

"Ha!" Yang Jinsi laughed.

It seems that Yang Jinsi is under a lot of psychological pressure, but that thing probably makes a lot of money.

The Americans don’t care, so there’s no need for Luo Hao to think about it.

"Brother Yang, have you ever thought about making money by exploiting bugs?"

"No, I'm not good at English. I just want to open a restaurant to make some money and drive those books out of Baltimore." Yang Jinsi said this with a beaming smile, "I tell you, Professor Luo, my Japanese restaurant has become the most authentic Japanese restaurant in Baltimore!"

"After I started making money, I became jealous and invited my chef to come and cook authentic Japanese food. But the food is so watery, who would want to eat it, don't you think?"

"Yeah!" Luo Hao nodded.

"There's nothing here, not even braised salmon. How can you make some Japanese food?"

An extremely absurd feeling lingered in Luo Hao's heart.

"It's just a reform. I make what Baltimoreans like to eat. As for the signboard, it's not important." Yang Jinsi explained with a smile, "Those Benzi-owned restaurants opened a Huang's restaurant, and then no one came to challenge them."

"Awesome! This is called keeping up with the times. Benzi knows nothing about Japanese cuisine!" Luo Hao praised.

"Right, I will do whatever the American people like, no matter what is in the book." Yang Jinsi was very happy with Luo Hao's praise, and turned around to say to his two sons and nephews.

At the door, Luo Hao saw traces of a nail gun on the wall.

"Are you going to renovate it?" Luo Hao looked at those eyes in confusion.

The distribution is very irregular and it doesn't look like it's going to be renovated.

"Well, that's a gun hole, not something to be renovated." Yang Jinsi scratched his head, not knowing how to explain it to Luo Hao.

Luo Hao suddenly realized and didn't ask any further questions.

As you enter the door, a Japanese style fills the air.

It’s still Japanese in appearance, but Luo Hao finds it funny when he thinks of the fried salmon.

Luo Hao was not surprised that the imitations could beat the genuine ones. He remembered that Boss Chai said that the Flying Eagle blades were made by a company in Shanghai after the reform and opening up. Later, the genuine ones were imported into China, but the quality was not good. The domestic Flying Eagle was afraid that it would affect sales, so it directly acquired the American Flying Eagle.

Of course, Luo Hao highly suspected that this was a joke from his boss.

It was not dinner time and the lights were a little dim.

"Professor Luo, this is the most popular Japanese restaurant in Baltimore." Yang Jinsi said proudly, "I just want our motherland to be strong and prosperous, and then one day I will build a Japanese restaurant on the ruins of Honshu Island. This is the inheritance of our Chinese civilization!"

"..."

Luo Hao smacked his lips and thought that Yang Jinsi was even more extreme than Chen Yong.

Do people change after going abroad?
The Baltimore that I saw seemed to be okay, and with Boss Yang Jinsi around, I could get by on eating fried rice for the next few days.

Not really, not really.

Luo Hao thought in his heart.

No one came out to greet him. Yang Jinsi was a little unhappy. He shouted, "What's up?"

"Boss, Sanzi is sick." A man came out in a hurry.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"I feel pain in my lower right abdomen, it should be appendicitis." The young man said, "I'll go find a buddy and ask him to buy some medicine for free."

Yang Jinsi nodded.

Isn’t it all about buying luxury goods for free? Luo Hao has seen these things on the short video platform.

How come even medicines can be purchased for free?
"Professor Luo, this medicine requires a prescription, which is very troublesome. The person came here through an informant, with a black identity." Yang Jinsi explained and walked into the back room.

The room is not big, but it has a window, so it is quite ventilated.

A middle-aged man rolled over on the bed, holding his belly.

But the way he held his stomach was very strange. Luo Hao knew that it was painful due to pressure, and the pain would be unbearable if he used a little force.

It's uncomfortable not to touch it. In short, I feel restless and like an ant on the hot pan.

"San'er, how long have you been in pain?"

"Two days. I took painkillers before." Someone answered for him.

"Stop fooling around. Didn't I tell you repeatedly not to take painkillers casually? Do you want to become a walking corpse like Lao Hei outside?!" Yang Jinsi scolded.

While cursing, he started to contact.

"Brother Yang, contact the hospital?" Luo Hao asked.

Yang Jinsi was startled, staring at Luo Hao, "Professor Luo, can I trouble you?"

"I have no problem with that, but the sterile environment is still..."

"Oh, when Mazu asked me to go abroad, all I saw were people getting appendicitis done at home."

Should I have my appendix removed?
It is not impossible.

Luo Hao pondered.

"Professor Luo, can you please talk to me for a moment?" Yang Jinsi seemed to have found a life-saving straw.

This is a bit exaggerated and not that urgent, but Luo Hao is indeed a good choice in Yang Jinsi's eyes.

"Brother Yang, go ahead."

"Professor Luo, they are illegal immigrants who came here illegally. Their passports have been torn up. I felt sorry for him being homeless, so I left him to work in the restaurant. He definitely can't afford to go to the hospital. Johns Hopkins is right next to it, and it costs $100,000 to get in. I dare to go because I have medical insurance. He is an illegal immigrant, so forget it."

"What if I'm not here?"

"There are black clinics here. The conditions there are not sterile at all. The quality is just so-so, definitely not as good as yours."

"I……"

"Boss Lou said you are a genius." Yang Jinsi rubbed his hands habitually like Boss Lou, "Professor Luo, are you still jet-lagged? Are you tired? Don't worry about medical disputes. If he dies, it's just his bad luck."

Luo Hao sighed.

However, the choice of path is the life that middle-aged men choose for themselves, and they cannot blame others.

Rather than having it done by a black clinic, it is safer to do it yourself.

"Okay, I'm not tired. Anything?"

"What is that?" Yang Jinsi was startled, then slapped his head, "Look at me, it's something for surgery, right? It needs to be disinfected, so I asked the kids to go to the black clinic to get it. Antibiotics will take a while, and it takes about an hour to buy for free."

Purchase for zero yuan.

Luo Hao couldn't laugh or cry.

However, different places have different customs and habits, and Luo Hao is not a person who likes to meddle in other people's affairs, so he just nodded.

Ai-assisted diagnosis has given a definite diagnosis, and Luo Hao carefully examined the body and confirmed that it was acute appendicitis.

The other employees were excited to see the doctor, but because Luo Hao looked young, everyone was reserved.

Half an hour later, someone came back dragging a box.

Along with the box were some simple disinfection items and disposable gloves.

However, looking at the label on the gloves, Luo Hao knew that they should have come from Zero Yuan Shopping.

It's really powerful! Luo Hao sighed in his heart.

After positioning the patient, Luo Hao drove everyone out of the room, leaving only Yang Jinsi, and then began disinfection.

Luo Hao is a graduate of a formal medical school. When he was in school, the medical conditions in China had improved. Respirators, monitors, dialysis equipment, and even MRIs and CTs were not uncommon.

So Luo Hao never tried the legendary appendicitis.

Having said that, suppressing his eagerness, Luo Hao carefully disinfected the area and then laid out a sterile sheet.

Install the blade and it will shine brightly in the sunlight.

There is no shadowless lamp, no equipment nurse, and no assistant.

It all feels fresh.

The knife fell and blood appeared. Luo Hao carefully covered the incision with gauze and began to stop the bleeding.

Fortunately, whether it was the razor blades, gauze, anesthetics, or syringes, they were all purchased for free and were genuine products, so Luo Hao didn't have to worry.

Yang Jinsi was a little worried at first, after all, Luo Hao was too young.

But when he saw Luo Hao pinching a small subcutaneous artery with a hemostatic forceps in his left hand, and starting to tie a knot with his other hand and completing the operation in an instant before he could see clearly, he then made a stroke with his right little finger, and the scissors appeared like magic and cut the hemostatic thread.

This scene alone made Yang Jinsi stunned.

The operation was like a magic trick, no wonder the coal mining boss praised it so much.

Great!

(End of this chapter)