America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

After dropping out of school, Joe began to wander aimlessly in the streets.

"Mr. Huang, please accept him."

"This one……"

My uncle looked troubled.

Mr. Chen pressed Qiao's head down like he was escorting a prisoner, making Qiao bow to his uncle.

Mr. Chen couldn't bear to see Qiao doing nothing all day after dropping out of school, so he decided to send Qiao to work as an apprentice at a Chinese restaurant.

"If he disobeys you, beat him up badly."

“Mr. Chen, this involves suspected abuse of a minor,” the uncle said with difficulty.

“He’s eighteen already, he’s an adult,” Mr. Chen said earnestly.

“I know he’s eighteen years old by the traditional Chinese age reckoning,” the uncle said to Mr. Chen.

"Alright..." the uncle reluctantly agreed.

"Do apprentices get paid?" Joe asked in a low voice.

"It's already a favor that we accepted you as an apprentice, and you still want a salary?!" Old Mr. Chen slammed his cane on the ground, and Qiao shuddered.

Liqun and Shuangxi watched secretly from the side.

Mr. Chen brought Qiao Tiao over to discuss this matter with his uncle after the restaurant closed for the night, and by 11 p.m., they had both regained their energy.

"Isn't this how things are done in the old society? I remember seeing apprentices treated like this before," Mr. Chen said to his uncle.

“This isn’t the old society, and capitalist societies don’t play these games either, Mr. Chen,” the uncle said.

"I think this kid is doomed to fail in his studies. He can only survive by learning a trade from his master."

"Don't discourage the child like that."

“If he had the ability to study, he should be like your nephew Liqun.”

Li Qun, who was eavesdropping, scratched his head.

“I heard from my mom that my grandpa was just as fierce when he was alive,” Shuangxi whispered to Liqun.

“Your grandfather is my maternal grandfather,” Liqun said to Shuangxi.

A look of sudden realization appeared on Shuangxi's face.

Liqun and Shuangxi secretly observed and saw that their uncle and Mr. Chen had reached an agreement and quietly returned to their room.

……

……

January ends and February begins. The most important event in Chinatown in February is the Chinese New Year.

This year, my uncle made a major decision: the restaurant will be closed for the Lunar New Year.

Regular customers were very disappointed, as they had always had their New Year's Eve dinner at the Yellow Crane Tower Chinese Restaurant in previous years. There must be a special reason why they suddenly stopped doing it this year.

Li Qun received an email from Columbia University informing him that he had been accepted.

In February, university admission results were released one after another. Li Qun received her admission notice, and everyone else did too, finally putting their minds at ease.

"Dr. Banner, Columbia University would like to invite you to give a speech at the commencement ceremony."

In the email that Li Qun received the admission notice, she also received an invitation letter that needed to be forwarded to Dr. Banner.

"Are you planning to go?" Li Qun asked.

“Go.” Dr. Banner nodded.

"Won't there be any danger?" Li Qun asked.

“If I don’t go, you’ll have to tell them I’m not going, and I’m worried they’ll refuse to admit you,” Dr. Banner said.

"Isn't this a bit overthinking things..." Li Qun asked.

“Shameless, despicable,” Dr. Banner said calmly.

“Your SAT scores convinced them that you were my student, and you didn’t read the hidden meaning in the letter they sent you.”

"I need to make an appearance in public."

"In recent years, there have been 'false' rumors that Bruce Banner was murdered by the military. The military needs me to clarify this rumor. They have never persecuted the greatest young scientist of the late 20th century."

Chapter 288 How much is "appropriate amount"?

It was neither like winter nor spring; not as cold as winter nor as warm as spring; there was no snow, no rain; it was terrible weather.

"The ozone hole exists."

"The greenhouse effect is also happening."

"The unusual weather we've encountered is a manifestation of these problems," Li Qun said.

“What can we do? The restaurant isn’t even offering free drinking water anymore,” Peter asked.

“Harry, stop laughing to yourself.” Gwen turned to look at Harry.

“As you know, I got accepted to Columbia too,” Harry said.

“We were both accepted to Columbia,” Gwen said.

Li Qun, Peter, Gwen, Stephanie, and Harry all received offers of admission from Columbia University.

Li Qun noticed that it seemed that every student from Midtown High School who applied to Columbia University this year had been admitted.

Do you want some?

Harry placed Osborne's new drink on the table.

The green sparkling energy drink appeared on the streets of New York in March, and could be found in the freezers of every convenience store.

“No, I won’t drink it. I won’t be able to sleep at night if I do,” Gwen said.

“I think I slept pretty well last night,” Harry said.

"Has the drought had a significant impact on beverage sales?" Li Qun asked.

"It must have an impact, right? I've noticed that this drink of mine is selling like hotcakes; a lot of people are using it as a coffee substitute," Harry said.

“Gwen, do you regret selling your Osborn shares?” Harry couldn’t resist provoking him.

“Actually, I haven’t sold it yet, but now is the perfect time to sell it,” Gwen said to Harry with a smile.

“Are you really planning to sell it? Osborne is on fire!” Harry said.

“That’s why we have to sell it,” Gwen said.

“Don’t you all care about environmental issues?” Peter asked.

“I will not participate in the environmental march,” Li Qun said.

“I’m not participating either,” Stephanie said.

“Peter, who should be held responsible for the abnormal weather? The company, the big corporation,” Gwen said, looking at Harry.

“Stark Industries produced tens of millions of Freon refrigerators, and Tony Stark should be held responsible for that,” Harry said.

“No wonder the first appliance production line Tony Stark shut down was the refrigerator line; he had foreseen this all along,” Stephanie said.

“I feel like he just got lucky, but now people are taking it as if he had foresight,” Gwen said.

"Would you like to try these fried spring rolls?" Li Qun asked.

“Did Joe make it? Or should we not try it?” Harry said.

“He’s made significant progress, and I don’t think it’s too bad.” Peter politely picked up a fried spring roll and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's a bit too salty," Peter commented.

“He still can’t grasp the right amount,” Li Qun said.

"Does Joe really have schizophrenia?" Harry asked, puzzled.

“His doctor said his condition is much better,” Li Qun said.

"If I didn't have to go to school and could eat delicious food every day, all my illnesses would get better," Harry joked.

"It means that if you stay in school and eat bad food, you'll get all sorts of illnesses," Gwen joked.

"We'll be free soon!" Ha Li stretched vigorously.

“College won’t give you freedom,” Stephanie said.

“I will work hard to graduate; my goal is to get my diploma,” Harry said with a smile.

……

……

In Osborne's secret laboratory, Walter White is receiving treatment, while Norman stands by, solemnly recording the various reactions Walter's body undergoes during the treatment.

"My heart rate has increased significantly."

“Walter, are you feeling unwell?” Norman Osborn asked.

“It’s not as bad as when I had chemotherapy before,” Walter White said.

The pale green medicine was slowly pumped into Walter White's body, and the treatment ended two hours later.

“I’m extremely excited right now,” Walter White said.

“But you need to rest,” Norman said.

"The components in the serum can easily penetrate the blood-brain barrier and affect a person's mental state. Do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing for the body's enhancement serum?" Walter White asked Norman.

“Good and bad cannot be defined so simply,” Dr. Storm said cautiously.

"I think it's good."

"Soldiers need to be in high spirits in the face of war, and mental state is also an important factor affecting combat effectiveness," Norman said.

Walter White stood in front of the full-length mirror and carefully examined his figure.

My belly is gone, and my body has noticeable muscle definition.