I'm telling fortunes in North America. I'm really not a wizard.

Chapter 66 I told you everything
When the female reporter was found, she had just delivered a takeout order, received a ten-dollar tip, and happily parked on the roadside waiting for orders.

By the way, post short essays online and communicate with people online.

The essay is written like this:

[A friend called me to ask about the property management fees in my neighborhood, and I said I was delivering takeout!

My friend was shocked and said, "Oh my God, delivering food? Is this something you can do?"
I answered her: Of course, and I enjoy it!
A friend said: I finally understand how powerful America is. It can transform a petty-bourgeois woman who worries about her country and the people into a top-notch labor force in America. 】

The female reporter posted on a Chinese platform. She already had quite a few fans, and soon people saw it, liked it, forwarded it, and some even paid to give her praise, so her popularity quickly increased.

Some praised her for being strong enough to cross thousands of mountains and rivers to reach a free country.

Are you surprised that she would give up her good life and go abroad to do the hardest job, and still enjoy it?

Finally, a sober passerby came across this post and commented:

[Is there a possibility that the reason why you, a petite bourgeois woman in China, have time to worry about the country and the people is because you have no worries about food and clothing and eat too much!

When you arrive in America, you are hungry and cold, and you can only run around delivering food and working to earn three meals a day.

He can only be a Class A laborer at the bottom of America.

So you don’t have the time to worry about the country and the people!

Why do you bother? 】

This comment instantly exposed her deception and consolation towards herself. She was immediately defeated, so she deleted the reply as quickly as possible and changed the comment section to a closed zone.

If you can't see her, just pretend that no one has commented on you.

Then I started to read other people’s posts.

Then I saw a post with a picture of fallen trees and collapsed houses, and the following text: [The power outage has lasted for 5 days. Trees have fallen all over the roads in the community, and no one has come out to help. I have no hope of getting power back! ]

The female reporter was immediately excited when she saw it, and quickly commented below: [This is how it is in China, the publicity is good during normal times, but when summer comes, the power outages still happen! ]

Maybe the author was bored and happened to be online. Not long after she commented, the author directly replied with a very embarrassing statement to her:

[But, this is in America! ]

The female reporter was silent, feeling like she was slapped in the face by someone in the void. After a moment of silence, she gritted her teeth and added another comment under the other person's reply:
[Oh, I saw it wrong, it turns out to be America, that's not a big deal.

Every household here has a generator, so they can be energy self-sufficient. 】

As soon as I made this comment, the car door was suddenly opened.

I looked outside and saw several cars gathered there. Several Asian men got out and the one who opened my car door was one of them.

She must have been too engrossed in the online conversation just now and didn't notice it.

This was also a habit she developed in China. She habitually believed that the roadside in America was also safe, so she did not lock the car door when parking on the roadside.

Sometimes this is no different from seeking death!
"Get off the bus and come with us!"

She was a little nervous at first, but when she heard Mandarin, she was no longer nervous: "What's wrong with you? Did you get my permission? Just open my car door!"

But the moment the other party pulled out the gun, she shut up.

It was then that she realized that this was not the country where women did not have much privilege and LGBTQ was the king.

And it was obvious that these people in front of me were not policemen...

Even if they are police officers, the police in America are different from the grandpas in China. They are not people-oriented and are best at emptying magazines.

So the moment she saw the gun, she behaved herself!
"Your name is Lin Xiyue."

Zhang Rushong sat in front of the woman, very close to her.

"Yes." The female reporter was a little panicked. The man in front of her and the Asians standing next to him were obviously not good people.

"I know you just came here not long ago, you have a daughter and a man.

Before I ask you any questions, let me introduce myself!
This is the Fuqing Gang.

This is the largest Chinese gang in the United States. I am the boss of this gang in Los Angeles.

Coming to ask you a question in person is a great honor to you!
Do you understand or not? "

Zhang Rushong spoke calmly and calmly. He was simply wearing a set of ordinary casual clothes, which looked like cheap goods from a street stall.

With such attire and calm tone, if it weren't for this occasion and if there weren't so many Asian men standing next to her eyeing her covetously, the female reporter would even have mistaken him for the loser Guo Nan in China.

But now, she didn't dare to have any such thoughts, because she also knew what kind of group the Fuqing Gang was.

"Boss, what do you want to ask?"

She stuttered a little when she spoke, either because she was afraid or a little nervous and wanted to pee.

Zhang Rushong took out a photo, which was a screenshot and enlarged view of Zeng Hongbing and Chen Yaozu captured by the surveillance camera.

"Is this older guy your man?"

"No, no, we just know each other and came here together. He is not my man!"

The female reporter quickly distanced herself from the incident. She knew that the gang boss had found her to question her and took out this photo, so these two people must have done something wrong.

No wonder Zeng Hongbing came back and asked me to take my daughter with him. As soon as I refused, he slipped away. It turned out that he offended the gang.

Zhang Rushong did not say that she had found out that Zeng Hongbing had stayed overnight at her house. After all, casual romances were very common in America.

"Then I want to know all the information about these two men. You won't refuse me, right?"

"But I don't know much!"

The female reporter was shaking with fear, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably; she really didn't know much.

"Zeng Hongbing lent me money to buy a car, rent an apartment, and pay my water, electricity and property fees, so that my daughter could go to school with the water and electricity receipts.

So I let him sleep with me a few times, but we didn't have a very deep relationship. I just knew that he had a fellow villager who introduced him to decoration and construction jobs, as well as excavator welding jobs.

I really don’t know about the rest.

Big brother, please let me go!

This has nothing to do with me! ! "

So that's what happened. Zhang Rushong's face suddenly became cold and impatient, and he could no longer maintain a calm expression.

He spoke so calmly instead of asking the torturers to interrogate him because he was worried about offending the two mysterious men.

When it is unclear who is the enemy and who is the friend, a friendly attitude has more room.

Always leave some room for others so that you can meet again in the future!

Of course, this is only true for people with strength. As for those who don’t have strength, who are you?
Since this woman is not that important, she doesn't deserve his kindness.

"Drag her away. I want all the information she knows about these two people!"

As a former journalist and literature lover who has read and written many novels, Lin Xiyue certainly knows what it means to drag it on.

Seeing that the henchman next to her was really about to come over, she quickly shouted, "No need to delay. I'll tell you everything I know. I also have Zeng Hongbing's phone number."

(End of this chapter)