After signing the agreement, Qingyi basically stopped going to work in the company. Instead, he wore a suit and ran from restaurant to restaurant with a briefcase full of contracts. For those stubborn restaurant owners, he would always keep a patient smile.

, visited every day without hesitation, trying to touch the other person's heart. Maybe God will always reward those who persevere. He has completed one house after another, and the momentum is gratifying. This busy and fulfilling life has finally ushered in.

One stopping point is the New Year’s Eve dinner.

New Year's Eve dinner is one of the most indispensable customs for Chinese people, and Chinatown is no exception. Overseas tourists miss their hometown very deeply and long, but they are unable to reunite with their loved ones. They are like animals that stick together to protect themselves from the cold.

A grand New Year's Eve banquet was held. After Qingyi received the invitation, he came to join in the fun out of some unknown impulse.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

Boston, Chinatown, Moxiang House.

When Qingyi arrived, he saw two big men in Tang suits standing on both sides of the door with their hands behind their hands. The two men also looked like door gods. Although these two men were not full of flesh and blood, their height of 1.85 meters and their always straight faces made them look very handsome.

He didn't look like a good person, he was definitely a bar bouncer. One of them glanced at Qingyi and said in Chinese: "Please show me your invitation."

Qingyi took out the invitation.

Another big man took the invitation, opened it, glanced at it, handed it back, and opened the door for Qingyi: "Welcome, Mr. Zhang."

Thanks to Mr. Zhang, I am obviously much younger than the two of them. Qingyi stuck out his tongue and walked into Moxiang Building.

Today, Moxianglou is closed. The Eight Immortals table has been replaced by a large round table with a turntable. Several tables are already occupied by people, some in suits and some in Tang suits, but they are all Chinese. The waitresses in cheongsams

After busying themselves, one of them saw Qingyi and immediately led him to a certain table. At this table, there were several young people wearing brand-name clothes chatting and laughing happily. They all spoke in English. It can be seen that they are all bananas (banana, which means yellow in appearance).

(Nei Bai, that is, Chinese Americans assimilated by the United States). Qingyi consciously sat down a seat away from others and did not participate in the chat (because he thought he didn’t chat in English enough on weekdays), and then simulated "Qiankun" in his mind to use justice.

Dance music is the imaginary enemy. "Plants vs. Zombies" is too simple, and he has been playing it in his head for two weeks. Compared with the past, "Qiankun" is still more difficult. But no matter how he simulates it, he is defeated within twenty moves.

The Justice Dance was put down, and this was because he knew very little about the Justice Dance.

He quickly became immersed in his own world.

What if I used [Bone Purgatory] here, but it was just a bluff to cover up my next [Black Blade Spin]? No, it is better to cancel the skill in time and connect with [Soul Vortex]? Although [Soul Vortex] is also the home field, it is better than

[Bone Inferno] suffers less direct attribute restraint

Qing Yi was enjoying himself when he suddenly felt something and immediately turned around. He saw Li Mo walking with a middle-aged man who was in good spirits. He knew that the middle-aged man had a good background, so he quickly stood up and bowed his head first.

Let’s talk about posture.

Li Mo walked up to him and said with a smile: "This is Zhang Qingyi, a friend of mine; this is President Qi of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce."

Qingyi said quickly: "Hello, President Qi."

The president looked at Qingyi and showed a puzzled look: "Zhang Qingyi, are you from the Zhang family in Xiguan?" I heard that the president was accustomed to speaking Cantonese.

When Qingyi heard this, he realized that this was a person who knew the family well, and he immediately did not dare to neglect: "Yes."

"Your father is (is) Zhang Yansong?" President Qi said,

Qingyi nodded, he finally figured it out, this man knew his father.

The other party laughed: "Let me just say, this look and demeanor are just like Zhang Chaojia's!"

Using "Zhang Chaojia" to address his father meant that he was definitely an acquaintance of his father. Qingyi relaxed and asked with a smile, "Uncle Shi and my father have known each other for a long time?" Since the other party was an acquaintance, he changed the title directly.

"Of course, no more, no less, it must have been fifteen years! I still remember him. If he hadn't destroyed my factory, how would I have come to the United States!" President Qi seemed to recall.

During those years, my eyes were glazed over and I felt a bit sad.

Qingyi broke into cold sweat: ""

"Well, I have an old friend waiting for me. Excuse me, young man! Rong Sheng, I thought you weren't coming!" President Qi woke up from his memories, chuckled, and went to meet several other uncles in Tang suits.

Talking and laughing, patting each other on the shoulders and saying hello, very affectionate.

When President Qi turned his head, Qing Yi immediately grabbed Li Mo's collar: "How did I offend you?! You almost scared me to death!"

"Listen to my explanation! I didn't know your father was so powerful that he once bankrupted Chairman Qi?" Li Mo quickly clarified.

"Damn, this is the authentic "predecessors plant trees and future generations enjoy the shade"!" Qing Yi let go of Li Mo and gritted his teeth. He gave Li Mo another hard look: "I don't care, you can find someone later.

Send me back, I'm afraid someone will stab me on the way!"

Li Mo blinked: "It's okay, you have to believe in the security of Cambridge City!"

"I trust your system!"

While the two were laughing and scolding, the number of guests gradually increased. Cantonese, Shaanxi dialect, Beijing accent, Hunan dialect, Taiwan Mandarin and various Chinese dialects met and flowed in the hall, making people feel extremely friendly. Qingyi felt a warm feeling

The stuff goes up along the blood vessels and behind the ears.

"Okay, wrong introduction?" Li Mo said something in Cantonese, half-smiling but not smiling.

"Tch, I'm too lazy." Qingyi turned her head and listened greedily to the local accent.

It has been three years since he came to the United States. He makes jokes in American slang, uses English words to sign contracts, and watches American TV series without Chinese subtitles. Western culture seems to be melting into his body and permeating every aspect of his life. He

Sometimes I feel like I have become a banana. But in fact, I am not. As long as I listen to a Chinese sentence, the people and things in my hometown will clearly appear in my mind. It is a precious memory that cannot be erased.

(Li Mo waved his hand, and the waiter immediately brought a plate of pickled mustard. Qingyi was speechless)

When every banquet was almost full, President Qi walked to the center of the hall with a big smile, held a microphone, and said in very impure Mandarin: "Today is (is) the third day of the New Year (tenth day). According to our

The traditional custom of the Chinese people is to eat (eat) the New Year's Eve dinner today! Friends here come from all over the world, some from Guangdong, some from Sichuan, and some from Heilongjiang. But when we come here, we are one family, brothers and sisters!

On behalf of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, I, Qi, wish all brothers and sisters a happy New Year and a happy family! I also hope that everyone will eat well, drink well, play well today, and not come home until you are drunk, hahaha!"

After saying these words, the banquet officially began.

While everyone was eating, the waiters turned on several large color TVs to play CCTV’s Spring Festival Gala. Boston’s time zone is exactly opposite to Beijing’s time zone, so everyone has to watch the Spring Festival Gala live broadcast at eight in the morning. It’s really convenient to have New Year’s Eve dinner during the day.

It’s frustrating, but if you think about Australia celebrating Christmas in the summer, you might feel more comfortable.

Watching the Spring Festival Gala, everyone's eating speed slowed down. Among them, many Chinese from Hong Kong and Taiwan also watched it very seriously. But Qingyi's table was different. Except for Li Mo, everyone was immersed in eating. This was Qingyi's most

What's more, he chewed it in his mouth, put it in his bowl, and stared at the turntable eagerly. It was really the reincarnation of a hungry ghost.

Li Mo just laughed out loud at a skit, and when he turned around, he became angry: "Damn, you took all my food!" Then he stabbed the dish with his chopsticks, and the strong and soft force on the chopsticks stopped Qingyi's chopsticks.

This scene is comparable to the use of force to grab food in Hong Kong martial arts movies in the 1970s and 1980s. However, Qingyi was not interested in cooperating with him to perform the classic scene, and immediately moved to another dish. Amid bursts of laughter, the table

The battle was quite enjoyable.

Soon, the skit ended and it was the turn of the pop song session.

As soon as they saw the young man who appeared on the screen, several bananas immediately shouted: "Wow, it's Jay!" "This time he sang the title song of the new album!" "How could it be the title song? Of course it is on CCTV.

Sing Chinese style!"

Li Mo glanced at it and said disdainfully: "It's Jay Chou again and only you little brats can support him. You said - Hey! You don't even sound like that!"

Qingyi put down his chopsticks and said seriously: "He is the most talented person in the Chinese music scene. If you don't listen, you will suffer a loss."

Li Mo immediately launched an offensive on the dishes, making it clear that he was willing to suffer losses, giving the good things to others and keeping the bad things to himself. Not only was he like this, but many older generations also took advantage of the situation and turned their attention back to the dining table, changing glasses.

stand up.

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No matter how sumptuous the New Year's Eve dinner is, it is just a meal, so at ten o'clock, everyone put down their chopsticks with satisfaction, turned their chairs towards the TV, and digested the meal with the Spring Festival Gala.

At this time, Li Mo patted Qingyi on the shoulder and whispered: "Come here."

Qingyi followed him wisely. The two of them passed through the banquet tables, pretended to be going to the toilet, went up to the second floor, and then came to the door of a soundproof box. All the boxes were closed today, so Qingyi couldn't help but

Interested: "Who is inside?"

"I'll introduce you later." Li Mo looked serious, adjusted his collar, and then knocked on the door: "Uncle Shi, it's me and Qingyi."

"Come in."

Li Mo opened the door, and Qing Yi followed him into the box in an orderly manner. He saw President Qi and a few old men sitting on the sofa, smoking and watching the Spring Festival Gala. President Qi patted the empty seat next to him affectionately:

"Come on, Xiao Zhang, sit down."

"No, no, no, I can just sit here." Qingyi was sweating profusely. He felt that sitting there was more dangerous than exposing his neck to [triple torture]. "Who are you?"

"These are all directors of the Boston and Cambridge Restaurant Self-Discipline Association."

An old man adjusted his reading glasses and asked with great interest: "I heard that you are integrating the catering express delivery industry now? Do you need funds? We are all Chinese and speak out when encountering difficulties!"

Qingyi understood immediately.

If the catering industry is a forest, then the catering express industry is a parasitic flora. Without a forest, parasitic plants would be useless. The catering industry has more vicious competition than any other industry, and it is happening every day, so restaurants

The bosses simply sit together and set prices for fast food. And the amount they set will directly affect the pricing of the catering express industry. If you can get to know the people in the restaurant self-discipline association, it will be very helpful for Qingyi to restrict Sicily Express, so Li Mo is

He makes connections.

He adjusted his mood and said with a smile: "Thank you uncles. It only takes one time. Please help me tear up that company."
Chapter completed!