The taxi driver quickly realized that the passengers were tourists and that they were probably big business, so he enthusiastically acted as a tour guide and introduced the passengers to many places to visit in Philadelphia besides shopping malls. For example, he once picked up a few Japanese young people from the airport.

I am still carrying my luggage and am anxious to see the battleship. Today is also the weekend...

It felt like Yang Jingxing had entered a big city for the first time. Even the boring street scenes were appreciated with a touristy attitude. When he saw a church on the roadside that looked a little strange, he wanted to ask about it.

The city doesn't seem to be that big. Within a few blocks, the businesses on the roadside are getting colder and deserted, and the buildings are showing signs of decline. The driver has nothing to offer and can only move further away. Fortunately, the traffic conditions are not bad and the speed is low.

Slow. It feels like the road is square, except for going straight and turning at right angles.

The taxi drove through a large residential area. The houses were single-family houses but the styles were similar. The building scale and materials looked simple or even cheap. Tao Meng's family would not live in such a place.

It's a bit similar to the situation in China. As we get further and further away from the city center, home furnishing stores and markets begin to appear on the ground. What's more similar is that a large area of ​​​​car sales is connected together. It seems that Japanese cars also have a strong market in the United States.

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The taxi driver was eloquently talking about the Eagles to the guests, but Yang Jingxing only knew about seventy-six people. The two of them chatted with each other in great interest.

It only takes about ten minutes to drive, and we are almost at the first stop requested by passengers. The location is definitely very remote, and you can see huge facilities such as oil storage tanks and chemical industries not far from the road, but there are also

There are large tracts of green space that can be developed. It is estimated that such treasures can no longer be found within the outer ring of Puhai.

The driver was enthusiastic again: "Sir, if you can tell me a few keywords, I think I can save you time..."

Yang Jingxing tried: "Have you heard of Huacheng?"

"Of course!" The driver said, "Wow! Of course I know, h-u-a-c..."

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, yeah, die..."

The driver sighed with annoyance and contempt: "You should have told me earlier, sir, you should have believed me..." He then increased the accelerator.

Hahahahaha, it makes me laugh so hard. It turns out that Tao Qinghui is so successful in the United States. No wonder no news is released in China, because he is shameless!

In an area that can almost be described as deserted, there is a building with only four floors. It is an ordinary rectangular shape with no design. It covers an area of ​​about 2,000 square meters. Above the glass curtain wall on the front of the building is simply

The name Huacheng is hung in red, and the font is too small to be impressive at all. The parking lot in front seems to be spacious and larger than the building area, but more than half of the parking spaces are empty. It is obvious that the population is not prosperous, and indeed there are not many people there.

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The driver had already circled the building in accordance with the passenger's request. When the passenger said that he wanted to circle around again, he knew very well about the tourists and parked the car in front of the lawn beside the entrance. He was very attentive and said: "Sir, I can help you."

You take pictures."

Yang Jingxing didn't want it. The Huacheng image wall in the lawn was even more shabby. It was probably only one meter high and two meters wide. It was just a low wall randomly decorated with a few straight lines.

Not to mention getting out of the car to take pictures, Yang Jingxing didn't even lower the window and reminded the driver not to be too slow. After completing the second lap, he went directly to the next stop.

The driver was so evil. He walked through the city and then through the wilderness before sending Yang Jingxing to the shopping mall he suggested. It felt like he had arrived in a small city around Philadelphia. The fare reached an astonishing sixty dollars, and Yang Jingxing paid in cash.

No need to look for it for a hundred, and the driver was happy to say some nice words.

Yang Jingxing was not deceived either. It was indeed a very large shopping mall with a wide range of product types and brands, and the shopping efficiency was very high. He spent more than 20,000 US dollars in only two hours of shopping, and he was carrying several large and small bags.

But it pales in comparison to the group of compatriots I met, who packed their things in large suitcases.

"I made her back swell up." A female voice with a low voice spoke in Yang Jingxing's familiar dialect, like a curse: "Baopi Long with a black song and a black song!"

Another woman answered: "She is really furious. I told her to twist and she didn't even know how to twist..."

There is also a third person with a younger and gentler voice: "Oh, you are old, what a big deal? I thought you were still a girl from China?"

Yang Jingxing quickly jumped to the middle of the corridor and looked upstairs. He saw the upper bodies of three young and middle-aged female compatriots. They were all fashionable and high-end. They looked not in a good mood and were slightly angry.

However, when Yang Jingxing went upstairs to follow him, the mood of the three women became better again. Their accents were almost exactly the same as those of Yu Xinting and Fu Feirong when they were chatting. Even their tone and posture were the same, even the words they spoke in English were the same.

It is also a dialect pronunciation.

After following for a while, Yang Jingxing mustered up the courage to step forward, trying not to scare his compatriots: "I'm sorry..."

The three women were still a little startled, but after seeing the person they were chatting with, their expressions softened and they seemed willing to talk.

Yang Jingxing tried his best to be polite: "Where are you from?"

After further observation, a middle-aged woman was so funny that she said in Mandarin: "Chinese! Where are you from?"

The other two also laughed, and the man who seemed to be in his late fifties turned his head unabashedly to see what Yang Jingxing was holding in his hand: "Where is this handsome guy from?"

Yang Jingxing laughed along with him: "I belong to Quhang."

The fashionable and beautiful girl in her twenties smiled sweetly: "We are from Chongqing."

"Oh, oh." Yang Jingxing said as I expected: "Hello everyone. I have a friend in Chongqing, so I felt sorry to hear you talking just now."

"They are all Chinese!" The forty-year-old man saw it: "Are you traveling too?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Yes..."

The fifty-year-old man still couldn't see clearly: "What did you buy?"

"Buy whatever you want." Yang Jingxing said strangely, "I won't bother you anymore. Goodbye."

It's simply baffling. The young woman nods her head and moves her lips symbolically when saying goodbye.

It was already dark after 7 o'clock when Yang Jingxing took a taxi back to the hotel. He quietly went back to the room to put away all his things, and then went to find Teacher You with the bag that only sold for 500 US dollars. He also acted as if he was determined not to settle the score with his colleagues.

, just treat it as an invitation to dinner.

I don’t know the specific price, so Teacher You can only thank me, and take practical actions to express gratitude, and communicate more actively and enthusiastically. He is very optimistic now, and firmly believes that a series of good news can drown out the unfriendly "anothermadeinchina" article.

Coggin shot himself in the foot. Only one day has passed, and already three or four people have appeared to denounce Coggin's narrow-minded prejudice. In particular, Coggin's old enemy, the Jazz Master, really gave full play to it.

Yang Jingxing is a weird person. He doesn't want to know how Kao Jin was criticized, and he is not interested in reading those so-called positive music reviews that have no theoretical connection. He also told Teacher You that "having different voices is a good thing" and that he should pay more attention to this aspect.

To put it more clearly, "hostility means that the opponent's true thoughts should be taken seriously." Just listen in good faith.

Teacher You really doesn’t have any information, and indeed no one has shown any hostility. Including Wang Yaming, several people did five exclusive interviews today, also for the New York Times. It is said that the reporters are very respectful. Other newspapers, websites and magazines also

All the same, Chinese newspapers also prepared gifts and flowers for the performers and even organized activities.

It seems that Wen Fujiang and the others won't be able to return to Puhai within two or three days. The schedule for the next few days is already packed, including interviews and activities, and there are still three TV programs to be recorded. Although there are many folk music performers in China,

I have some experience in recording TV programs, but the situation here is definitely very different, especially the language. Although there are two programs coming from New Zealand, you can go on it with New Zealand musicians, but you have to be more particular.

Bring glory to the country.

Also, Director Yang, don’t think that everyone in the country is sleeping. The contact numbers of the Chinese orchestra are almost overwhelming. Teacher You also opened his eyes. He heard from the Chinese orchestra that reporters are rushing to grab the news and seize the opportunity.

We have established connections three or four levels apart, and some reporters have resorted to shameless tactics. Of course, not all people who find Chinese orchestras are doing news. The Manhattan School of Music wants to engage in academic exchanges, and there are several others.

I don’t know who the manager is... Mr. You thinks that the people in the band really feel sorry for Wen Fujiang who only ate two sandwiches all day long.

As expected, Yang Jingxing was behind the scenes. He received several text messages all day long that he didn't want to do. No one asked for interviews or treats. However, he still said that he understood Teacher You's reminder and would call Captain Wen later.

Just give me a call to thank you for your condolences. Now let’s take a rest before going to eat. I’m tired from shopping.

Teacher You hadn't finished talking yet: "The leader of the group said again, can we discuss with Niu Ai to record the next performance and record the audio and compile it into information?"

Yang Jingxing smiled: "This is New Ireland's business. They don't need my permission. They just need to pay for the publication. As for the literary director, we will definitely help if we can, and if we can't, don't bother."

Teacher You nodded.

Yang Jingxing added: "When working for the school, spend less energy on things that have only short-term effects. It would be better to discuss the exchange of performances tomorrow."

A teacher nodded: "I understand."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Calm down."

Teacher You nodded.

After Yang Jingxing returned to his room, he charged his cell phone and dialed a number. He was not calm at all and was simply disgusting: "Have you gotten up, wife?"

There was no sound from the other end.

Yang Jingxing called softly: "Yuanyuan...Yuanyuan."

There was a brief, gentle sniffing sound.

Yang Jingxing heard it: "What are you doing? Talk."

The delay was serious, and He Peiyuan was in a bad mood: "I don't want to talk..."

Yang Jingxing immediately knew that the situation was serious and said in an extremely cautious tone: "What's wrong?"

It turned out that He Peiyuan had a dream last night! After knowing that his girlfriend had a bad dream, Yang Jingxing began to test various hypotheses and make arduous journey.

After being overwhelmed, He Peiyuan finally confided with difficulty: "You and Tao Meng..."

"What's wrong?" Yang Jingxing's tone dared to bring a smile.

He Peiyuan continued reluctantly: "You go to school..."

"Before?" Yang Jingxing asked, "Yuanyuan was unhappy?"

"Not before!" He Peiyuan declared strongly in a low voice: "It's now, in the future... anyway, it's not before."

Yang Jingxing was surprised: "What's going on?"

Despite the scoundrel's bullying, He Peiyuan still intermittently shared her strange, fuzzy, confusing and half-forgotten dreams. The reason why it was not the same as before was because at least the Second Symphony was performed in the school, and it was probably the Second Symphony.

Three Symphony, but 306 was still studying in school and participated in the performance. Everyone was happy. Then Yang Jingxing showed up with Tao Meng, and Tao Meng also participated in the performance. Although he didn’t know what role he played,

I felt that he must be the protagonist, everyone was still happy, Qi Qingnuo was even chatting and laughing with Tao Meng.

Yang Jingxing was surprised: "They are talking, so what is my girlfriend doing?"
To be continued...