The man spoke English with a bit of a hooligan tone, and after he finished speaking, he glanced at An Jingxing in the passenger seat with an evil and ambiguous look, and laughed a few times.
Seeing this, An Jingxing couldn't help but hold Tang Qianrong's hand tightly.
Tang Qianrong smiled and stretched out his fingers to touch her palm, telling her to calm down. Looking at the black man's face, the smile did not diminish, and he took out a stack of dollars from his clothes with his other hand.
"I would be very grateful if you could help me. I am looking for someone. If possible, can we cooperate?"
Tang Qianrong's voice was not loud, and the word cooperation just satisfied the desire of these black people to be respected by others.
Tang Qianrong has lived in Los Angeles for a while, and there are black people among his collaborators. So he also knows a little about black people.
The reason why black people commit more crimes is mostly because they have been discriminated against since childhood. Some families have been oppressed since childhood, which has led to childhood distortions.
Although there are no skin color grades now, in the subconscious mind of many Americans, some actions will still cause certain psychological harm to black people.
Especially black people living in ghettos.
The respect that Tang Qianrong gives these people at this moment should be what they want most at this moment.
In particular, he saw that although this man was holding a baseball bat, his face did not have the viciousness and viciousness of a villain. From this look, he should not be a very evil villain.
Looking at the dollar in Tang Qianrong's hand, the man holding the baseball cap flashed his eyes, and the smile on his face gradually faded. He looked at Tang Qianrong for a long time and uttered a sentence.
"Sir, although we are gangsters, we will not do anything illegal. If you want to use us to do bad things, forget it. Be careful that my brother and I smash your car!"
Hearing the black man's words, Tang Qianrong's smile deepened. He pulled An Jingxing's hand to his chest and smiled: "I'm sorry, you misunderstood. It's actually my wife, a slum girl she met a few days ago.
My friend just called me. Something may have happened. My wife is worried and must come over to have a look. But we don’t know where they live, so we want to ask you about it.”
"People like you can actually make friends with people from the slums?" The black man's face looked a little surprised, but he quickly calmed down. He stared at Tang Qianrong's face for a long time, making sure that this man's
There was no trace of lying on his face, so he put down the baseball bat in his hand.
"What's your friend's name?"
"Elizabeth, her mother is a disabled person with one leg and blindness." Seeing that Tang Qianrong had successfully settled this group of people, An Jingxing couldn't wait to tell Elizabeth's situation.
However, she did not see that after hearing her words, the face of the black man in front of her suddenly changed, as if he had heard the name of a ghost.
"Do you know where they live?" Seeing that the other party did not answer, An Jingxing asked again.
But this time, the black man's face was obviously a little nervous. He stretched out his hand to pull the brim of his baseball cap lower, put the baseball bat in his hand on his shoulder, and said coldly: "I don't know.
Forget it, this is boring, you can go find it yourself. Come on, brothers, let’s go drink! I’m so tired today!” The man’s English sounded a bit hooligan, and after he finished speaking, he glanced at the deputy with a very evil and ambiguous look.
An Jingxing laughed a few times while driving.
Seeing this, An Jingxing couldn't help but hold Tang Qianrong's hand tightly.
Tang Qianrong smiled and stretched out his fingers to touch her palm, telling her to calm down. Looking at the black man's face, the smile did not diminish, and he took out a stack of dollars from his clothes with his other hand.
"I would be very grateful if you could help me. I am looking for someone. If possible, can we cooperate?"
Tang Qianrong's voice was not loud, and the word cooperation just satisfied the desire of these black people to be respected by others.
Tang Qianrong has lived in Los Angeles for a while, and there are black people among his collaborators. So he also knows a little about black people.
The reason why black people commit more crimes is mostly because they have been discriminated against since childhood. Some families have been oppressed since childhood, which has led to childhood distortions.
Although there are no skin color grades now, in the subconscious mind of many Americans, some actions will still cause certain psychological harm to black people.
Especially black people living in ghettos.
The respect that Tang Qianrong gives these people at this moment should be what they want most at this moment.
In particular, he saw that although this man was holding a baseball bat, his face did not have the viciousness and viciousness of a villain. From this look, he should not be a very evil villain.
Looking at the dollar in Tang Qianrong's hand, the man holding the baseball cap flashed his eyes, and the smile on his face gradually faded. He looked at Tang Qianrong for a long time and uttered a sentence.
"Sir, although we are gangsters, we will not do anything illegal. If you want to use us to do bad things, forget it. Be careful that my brother and I smash your car!"
Hearing the black man's words, Tang Qianrong's smile deepened. He pulled An Jingxing's hand to his chest and smiled: "I'm sorry, you misunderstood. It's actually my wife, a slum girl she met a few days ago.
My friend just called me. Something may have happened. My wife is worried and must come over to have a look. But we don’t know where they live, so we want to ask you about it.”
"People like you can actually make friends with people from the slums?" The black man's face looked a little surprised, but he quickly calmed down. He stared at Tang Qianrong's face for a long time, making sure that this man's
There was no trace of lying on his face, so he put down the baseball bat in his hand.
"What's your friend's name?"
"Elizabeth, her mother is a disabled person with one leg and blindness." Seeing that Tang Qianrong had successfully settled this group of people, An Jingxing couldn't wait to tell Elizabeth's situation.
However, she did not see that after hearing her words, the face of the black man in front of her suddenly changed, as if he had heard the name of a ghost.
"Do you know where they live?" Seeing that the other party did not answer, An Jingxing asked again.
But this time, the black man's face was obviously a little nervous. He stretched out his hand to pull the brim of his baseball cap lower, put the baseball bat in his hand on his shoulder, and said coldly: "I don't know.
Forget it, this is boring, you can go find it yourself, let’s go, brothers, let’s go drink! I’m very tired today!”
