People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

"Los Angeles has a lot of diploma mills. Many students who have poor grades in China but come from wealthy families are sent to these places, spend a few years there, and then pay to buy a diploma to go back home."

Many of these people can't even read English documents, so when they go to apply for phone cards, driver's licenses, or credit cards, they don't even notice whether there's a "donor" option on the application.

And 80-90% of such people are potential parts donors.

"Perhaps someday, a big shot will need you, and you'll be matched with someone, and then an accident will happen that lands you in the hospital..."

Chen Ping'an looked at his old classmate grinning and calmly saying those words, but why did he feel a little creeped out?

So I couldn't help but joke, "I get the feeling you're a bit resentful of the rich, Ah Yong. Don't forget you're a wealthy man yourself now!"

Lin Zhiyong knew he was joking, so he shook his head: "What do I mean by being rich? In America, the rich are all big landowners. They have money, food, and people."

Someone like me, not quite rich, not poor, I'd guess you could call me middle class!

"Besides, what I'm saying has absolutely nothing to do with resentment towards the rich; I'm just watching this as a joke!"

Those wealthy people send their children abroad to broaden their horizons in America, but they don't realize they won't see much of the world here.

If they have good grades and can get into a prestigious university, it's fine for them to study properly. But they wouldn't be good people in China. What are they supposed to see here? They'd be eating, drinking, gambling, whoring, and smoking weeds.

But I never thought that because China is relatively clean, people from China who come to America are considered a particularly perfect talent.

Luckily, I stayed there for two or three years, and when I went back, I didn't encounter any trouble.

Bad luck! I happened to be matched with a wealthy capitalist who needed my parts, and once I left, there was no going back.

"At first, when I found out it was like this, I was quite anxious."

I've come to terms with it now. I've let go of my desire to help others. Being anxious won't change anything.

It's better to mind your own business and live a careful life.

The same to you!

Since I'm here, I might as well experience the decadent capitalist life here. As long as I'm careful and don't make any mistakes, I can still safely return home once I get tired of it here.

Hearing his annoyed tone, Chen Ping'an blurted out a question out of curiosity: "Since you hate life in America so much, why don't you go back?"

You only have a permanent green card now; you haven't changed your nationality.

"You think I don't want to?"

Lin Zhiyong began to slow down, and after passing a side road, he slowly drove into a community and stopped in front of a house.

Do you know how much tax I paid when I inherited my uncle's estate?

The lawyer said it would be more than 40% of the entire estate.

If I plan to go back and sell these things, the assets left by my uncle will quickly shrink in value.

When I finally manage to sell everything and leave America, the money I receive will probably be less than one-fifth of its original value.

Just like those Chinese people in Texas who were forced to sell their land and houses recently, they ended up with less than a third of their assets.

Even if I am not a U.S. citizen, I do not need to pay the renunciation tax if I have held a green card for less than 8 years.

As a new immigrant who recently inherited an estate, I'm constantly being watched.

"Alright, enough talk, let's go inside!"

After getting out of the car, Chen Ping'an looked at the rather spacious villa in front of him and couldn't help but feel extremely envious: "It's so big, how much did it cost!"

Lin Zhiyong opened the trunk and took out Chen Ping'an's luggage.

"It costs around 40 yuan, which isn't really that great. This kind of community is neither high nor low, and it has a lot of rules."

They don't even allow cooking with open flames, and you can't hang clothes to dry outdoors or even on the balcony, or you'll be fined!

You can get fined for not mowing the lawn properly!

Too much trouble!

This dilapidated house still incurs considerable taxes every year. I'm planning to sell it and buy a smaller one.

Lin Zhiyong gave a casual reply, went inside, carried his luggage up to the second floor, and pushed open a door.

The bed inside was all made up, and everything was there.

"I only live in these four rooms, so your arrival makes the place feel a bit more lively!"

Chen Ping'an asked with some doubt, "You live alone in such a big villa? You've been in Los Angeles for so many years, haven't you found a wife yet?"

"Looking for a wife?"

Lin Zhiyong chuckled and put down his suitcase, saying, "In America, how many people who aren't desperate enough to live would actually choose to enter the prison of marriage?"

Believe me.

In America, 80% of marriages are unhappy, and another 20% are extremely unhappy.

There are plenty of women out there, why tie yourself to one person?

Let me tell you, I currently have six laundry rooms and have hired more than a dozen part-time workers, seven of whom are female college students at UCLA.

Moreover, it's not easy for college students from these prestigious American universities to get into college. They are under immense pressure from student loans and have to carefully manage their meager savings every day. Believe it or not, one-third of the students on campus don't even have enough to eat.

If someone is willing to cover their food and lodging, finding a girlfriend would be incredibly easy!

Even if you want a child, as long as you have the money, plenty of people will be willing to have one for you.

Chen Ping'an wasn't particularly concerned about whether American marriages were happy or not; he was simply shocked.

He believed what Lin Zhiyong said, because he had no reason to lie to himself.

How could that be?

According to Lin Zhiyong, one-third of the students at UCLA and other prestigious American universities are not getting enough to eat. What kind of incomprehensible topic is this?

Is this world really that magical?

To be honest, if this topic were in China, it would cause a huge uproar!

The principal and a whole string of official hats were going to fall off.

but.

These words, spoken by Lin Zhiyong, sounded so calm and matter-of-fact, as if they were commonplace.

After putting down the suitcase, Lin Zhiyong pulled Chen Ping'an outside: "Come on, let's go eat first."

You just arrived today, so you should have eaten at home. But because of this rush, it's been so long since I finished cooking that I don't even know what time it is now.

I booked a table at a Chinese restaurant outside, Sichuan hot pot, pretty authentic, it'll make you, you Cantonese, burn with spice!

The Sichuan restaurant isn't far from the community; it's less than a 20-minute drive. Of course, that's what "not far" means in Los Angeles.

Back in China, going out for a meal would take a 20-minute drive, which is incredibly far.

Push open the door and go inside.

However, they found that the Sichuan hot pot restaurant, which was past lunchtime, was actually quite lively.

A large, fat man, clearly dressed in a chef's uniform, pointed at a lean, short-haired young man and began to hurl insults.

They were speaking Teochew dialect.

This made Chen Ping'an unable to resist stepping back to take another look at the restaurant's signboard.

That's right!

Is this a Sichuan restaurant?

A Sichuan restaurant run by people from Chaozhou, and it's pretty authentic?

Chen Ping'an instantly lost all anticipation for the hot pot meal.

During the time he was rechecking the restaurant's signboard, the argument inside the restaurant had come to an end.

The lean, short-haired young man retorted, "If you don't pay me, I'll report you to the Department of Labor for illegal employment. If you pay wages in cash, I'll report you to the Los Angeles Department of Taxation for tax evasion!"