America: I came here to study, not to show mercy.

Chapter 112 Speaking of White Girlfriends
"Hey hey hey... man."

Li Xiaoen quickly shook his head and stuffed the record in his hand back to the other party, "I don't want to buy these records of yours."

"You've been standing there listening for so long, and you feel bad about spending a little money to buy it back and continue listening? Your attitude towards music and art is so insincere."

As if he had expected this, the black man immediately pushed it back, quickly spreading his hands and raising them, "The record is already given to you. Even if it falls on the ground, it's still yours. You have to pay!"

When he handed the record back, he could only touch the other person's chest. Li Xiaoen was suddenly at a loss for words and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Besides, the action of raising hands is much faster and more efficient than those black people who are pointed at by police with guns.

While complaining in his heart, the young black man in front of Li Xiaoen stretched out his hand and asked for money.

"Do you have any more records?"

Li Xiaoen pondered for a moment and suddenly asked.

The black guy was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly: "Yes, there are still many, do you want more?"

As he spoke, he turned around and brought over a small cardboard box that was densely packed with records. He chuckled and said, "How about it? Buying this as a gift would also be a good idea."

However, before he could finish his words, Li Xiaoen stuffed the record in his hand into one of the gaps with lightning speed.

"Your music is great, I support you mentally!"

Nodding to the black man who looked up with his mouth wide open in shock, Li Xiaoen immediately turned around and walked quickly into the luxury store.

"what happened?"

Noticing Li Xiaoen's actions, everyone gathered at the cashier counter looked over, and Gu Menghua couldn't help but ask.

"I ran into a freelance musician out there."

Li Xiaoen shook his head and explained.

"A freelance musician?"

On the other side, Luo Zhanpeng, who had just paid, leaned over and said, "Just give them a few dozen dollars."

"Why waste money on something you won't use?"

Li Xiaoen couldn't help but ask, a few dozen US dollars, even ordinary Americans wouldn't dare to give it without blinking an eye, it would be several hundred yuan in China.

"Simple, buy some peace and quiet."

Finally, it was his turn. Luo Zhanpeng took the card from the clerk with a smile and pushed the bag in front of Ella. "Ella, this is for you!"

"Well, thank you!"

Ella nodded excitedly, raised her hand and hugged Luo Zhanpeng's arm, finally allowing everyone to see the couple's intimate actions.

Isn't this just a gold digger?

Can't he see it?
Maybe he realized that he could only use money to please the other person?

Looking at the comfortable and relaxed smile on Luo Zhanpeng's face, Li Xiaoen frowned, his expression became strange, and he shook his head and gave up the idea of ​​refuting the other party.

Not worth it, waste of breath.

As soon as he went out of the store, the black man who had been waiting outside came over immediately and handed the record in his hand to Li Xiaoen with righteous words.

"Your records! My money!"

Feeling everyone's gazes on him, Li Xiaoen didn't say anything, nor did he look at the black man in front of him. Instead, he turned to look at Luo Zhanpeng who was smiling triumphantly.

Gu Menghua blinked twice, reacted quickly, and followed Li Xiaoen to shift her gaze and look at Luo Zhanpeng.

Then, Meng Yufan and the others gradually turned their gazes.

The black man who was watching this scene was also stunned. He simply turned around and handed the record to Luo Zhanpeng.

"Fifty dollars for a record!"

"Fifty?!"

Luo Zhanpeng couldn't help but exclaimed, "I saw other people only paid thirty dollars at most. Are you just jacking up the price because I'm Asian? I'm telling you, I grew up in America!"

"This record took me a long time to make; it's a handmade piece of craft!"

Looking at Luo Zhanpeng with the others, the black man suddenly gained confidence. He patted his chest and said nonchalantly, "You grew up in America, don't you know that American labor is expensive? Are you kidding me?"

The veins on his forehead were exposed, and Luo Zhanpeng clenched his teeth. Feeling everyone's gazes on him, especially remembering what he had just said in the store, he had no choice but to take out his wallet impatiently.

"Here you go, fifty dollars!" After stuffing a few banknotes into the black man's hand, Luo Zhanpeng took the record and threw it directly to the ground without hesitation.

"What do you mean?"

The black man, who had just smiled, frowned and stared at Luo Zhanpeng.

"I bought the record, it's mine, and I feel like it's just trash, can't I just throw it away?"

Luo Zhanpeng sneered and looked at the black man's face darkening. The frustration accumulated in his heart was released and he felt refreshed.

"Are you here for tourism? Have you ever considered that this is my territory?"

With a sneer in response, the young black man looked around and raised his hand to wave. Many people who were selling records on the surrounding streets came over.

"How to do?"

Looking at the people wearing strange costumes slowly walking towards him, and the girls hugging each other in panic, Luo Zhanpeng frowned and took a deep breath.

"This is downtown New York City. Do you still want to hit someone?"

"We don't care. At worst, we'll have food and shelter in prison. But it will be different if you get beaten." The black man looked at Luo Zhanpeng and responded with a sneer.

"Hey... man."

Li Xiaoen still spoke up, "I believe you don't want to go to jail. If I were you, I would pick up the record, and you would get another fifty dollars, right?"

The black man was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then he quickly squatted down and picked up the record. He seemed to have thought of something and looked at Luo Zhanpeng with a mocking expression, "I made another twenty dollars. After all, it's not easy to find a fool who bought it for fifty."

This black man reacts quite quickly.

Li Xiaoen was surprised and speechless.

The actual selling price was twenty dollars, and he initially planned to sell it to himself for thirty dollars.

Good, good, it’s worthy of being capitalist America.

Until this time, seeing Luo Zhanpeng's dark face and depressed look, the black man sneered, then waved to his companions in the distance, signaling them to go back.

Seeing this situation, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't notice that Luo Zhanpeng's face became gloomy and terrifying. He turned around and walked away alone. Everyone hesitated, and after reacting, they followed him.

Seeing that the time was almost up, at Xiao Manyun's invitation and recommendation, everyone called an Uber and came to a beef hotpot restaurant in Chinatown.

While waiting, Luo Zhanpeng, whose expression had returned to normal, looked at Li Xiaoen and raised an eyebrow. "Xiaoen, I see you didn't buy anything on this trip, and you didn't drive. Are you having any difficulties? Do you want me to find you a job?"

"Oh, yes, I subconsciously considered myself. Without a green card, it seems that you can't do work unrelated to your major."

Luo Zhanpeng nodded seriously, "Is that so? I'm not sure what it's like to have to work part-time without a green card."

"..."

What is happening?

Li Xiaoen had a headache. He took a sip of tea, looked at Luo Zhanpeng across from him, and said calmly, "Whether you have money or not, it's not a reason to buy something at a price far exceeding the market price. That's stupid."

"Let's not talk about that for now. The purpose of spending money on things is to be happy."

Luo Zhanpeng also knew that he had spent the fifty dollars foolishly. He changed the subject, glanced at Amy beside him with a smile, and said gently, "Look at me. I just spent over ten thousand dollars including tax to buy Amy this latest Hermès bag, just to make her happy."

Speaking of this, Luo Zhanpeng became even more excited. Looking at everyone talking, he said, "You don't know, in order to pursue Amy, I put a lot of thought and time into it, which made her agree to date me."

After saying that, he reached out and held Amy's hand on the table, looking at her tenderly.

The most important thing is money, right?

Li Xiaoen rolled his eyes. He really didn't understand what was so good about showing off about the girlfriend he bought with money.

Suddenly noticing the inexplicable looks that the others in Zhou Pan gave Luo Zhanpeng, Li Xiaoen was stunned for a moment, feeling helpless and sighing in his heart.

Well, the general public is still a bit vulgar, and Luo Zhanpeng's showing off really has some effect on others.

Suddenly, he remembered some videos on the Internet where he was not good-looking but went shopping with his beautiful girlfriend, and passers-by thought he was a rich man, which made him feel very happy. Li Xiaoen thought to himself when a figure suddenly stood beside him from behind.

Before he looked up, a familiar voice reached his ears.

"What a coincidence, Sean. I'm alone, do you mind sharing a table?"

Li Xiaoen looked up in disbelief, looking at the beautiful face with a sneer, and met the aqua-blue eyes with contempt, and he was stunned where he stood.

(End of this chapter)