Chapter 205-206

At nine o'clock the next morning, hearing the roar of the motorcycle engine and the sound of the horn outside the hotel, song TIANYAO came out as usual and had changed into a T-shirt, casual pants and sports shoes. Tang Boqi pushed his sunglasses up and looked at Song TIANYAO coming:

"You didn't talk to the hotel owner last night, such as about me? This dress is good, bought in the store next door?"

"Of course I did. He said you were the only college student in your family who wanted to develop in New York, but your father was going to let you do the laundry business. Thank you for your praise. It's fifteen dollars." song TIANYAO stepped into the back seat of Harley motorcycle and said, "let's go."

This time, Tang Boqi was stunned. He turned his head and said to song TIANYAO, "I deliberately took you to the Chinatown Hotel. I just hope you can guess that someone might want to do the same business as you first. I thought you might go to Haite street alone in the morning. Why do you stay? I'm not afraid of your idea leakage?"

"I guess your father should also know something I did in Hong Kong. Everyone knows each other now. Are you worried that I will be robbed of the idea of wig business?" song TIANYAO yawned: "the time difference is not bad. Let's go. If you want to do wig business, of course I welcome it."

"I don't want to do it at all. I want to be a stockbroker on Wall Street. You don't know what a good opportunity it is now." Tang Boqi sat down, started his motorcycle and drove towards Haite street where the idle white youth gathered.

In Chinatown, white people are rare, but when they drive into Haite street, song TIANYAO and Tang Boqi become rare animals. Indeed, as Tang Boqi said, there are groups of white young men and women with different shapes wandering in the street. Some of them gather on the alley walls and paint graffiti, while others gather to share marijuana, Some even carried tape recorders, played hot dance music and invited others to dance in the street.

More people are shuttling through various stores on the street, clothing stores, shoe stores, socks stores, cosmetics stores, decoration stores, etc., holding the decorations they just bought to exchange experience with their peers.

All kinds of colored wig, eye shadow, tattoo, lip color and of odd shape service, exaggerated earrings, let song Tian Yao smack his lips and whisper, "welcome to the funeral home family.

"In fact, wigs are also sold in shopping malls near Chinatown, but if you want to see more complete types, this street is the best choice." Tang Boqi drove song TIANYAO through the whole street and drove back to an ornament shop in the street "There are high-end French goods in the mall and cheap American goods here. You can't expect these guys to have money to buy hundreds of dollars of French wigs."

"You didn't know much about wigs last night." song TIANYAO got off the motorcycle and asked Tang Boqi with a smile.

Tang Boqi breathed out depressed: "yes, before I went to pick you up again this morning, I turned around the mall and this store. My father said that if the wig makes money, let me do the same business as you."

"In fact, you are right to choose Wall Street. You try to make yourself equal in the United States." song TIANYAO said to Tang Boqi: "It's impossible everywhere. Only in the financial market, all people are equal. If you have a stock in your hand, it won't fall because you are yellow or rise because you are white. On the contrary, if you can control the financial power well, you will become a real American. You buy a car, and maybe the automobile chamber of Commerce will give priority to selling it to white people, and If someone discriminates against you, the financial market will not. It is not aimed at race, but only subject to power. "

Tang Boqi, with a smile on his face, was really stunned and looked up and down at Song TIANYAO: "how do you know? What I think? I mean, what you said is not quite like what a hotel owner can tell you."

"I have the same idea as you. The difference is that I am not interested in the United States for the time being, and you are not interested in Hong Kong for the time being. Some time ago, when I read American financial journals, I saw some data, which made me very excited. So I took notes. The gross national product of the United States has increased from 137 billion US dollars in 1942 to 241 billion US dollars in 1950. From 1945 to 1950, the United States There are nearly 80 million more people in China. In 1950, the whole United States sold 33 billion US dollars just baby products. What does this mean? It shows that the U.S. economy is developing at a high speed. Now the only one in the whole United States who is bad about the economy is the Wall Street stock market. Under normal circumstances, the U.S. economy is so strong that it is already so terrible that the stock should soar to a very high level Why did the stock market on Wall Street in the United States still not improve in the past five years as in the great depression? Because those rich people on Wall Street were frightened by the experience that their stocks fell by 90%, some jumped from buildings, some took drugs, some went crazy, and the process of changing from millionaires to poor people with tens of millions of debts overnight frightened everyone. If I were here The United States is going to be a stockbroker on Wall Street, and it must be the one who can be at the top. Do you know why? The dawn of Wall Street stock market is coming. As long as you sell a commercial stock casually, that stock will bring wealth to your customers almost immediately. In this way, when the stock market really becomes a bull market, you will make all customers trust and all peers admire you Song TIANYAO didn't rush to the store to see a wig, but said to Tang Boqi, "instead of waiting for others to become stockbrokers, you're adding washing powder to the washing machine."

These words almost touched Tang Boqi's heart. He is doing nothing all day because he doesn't want to compromise with his father and become the owner of the fourth laundry in his family. He, a master of economics from Boston University, goes to do the same work as his father who doesn't know big words? What did his father let him go to college for?

And he doesn't like the malicious discrimination of women against him. He just wants those discrimination to remind himself all the time what kind of country he lives in. If this country can find a place that makes him feel that he doesn't look at his skin color but only his ability, only Wall Street in New York.

There, yellow people can set up securities companies, and black people can also do stock economy. They don't care about your skin color. As long as you have the ability and bring benefits to the company, you are an excellent American. The boss will pick a white and tender American girl and pack it to your bed as a reward. Someone dares to joke about your skin color, Your customers and boss will yell for you, because your ability is outstanding, that is the real America.

Instead of hiding in the small Chinatown of San Francisco, where they call themselves Americans, what's the difference from living in China? Not at all.

The smile on Tang Boqi's face disappeared and was replaced by a serious expression, as if the previous cynicism was just his mask: "You can analyze the current situation of Wall Street in the United States in Hong Kong. My uncle and my father are still thinking of robbing your business. Are you kidding? Your words don't mean to lead me away from your wig business, because I know those figures better than you. You have really analyzed them, so you surprised me, song TIANYAO."

"I don't care if other people also do wig business, just like many motorcycle brands in the United States do motorcycles. Why only Harley motorcycles have become a classic now, and there's no mystery about what business to do. What we need to pay attention to is how to do business. Let's go and see the wig." song TIANYAO smiled at Tang Boqi and turned to the store.

Tang Boqi breathed in the back and followed song TIANYAO to the inside: "great."

At this time, there were five or six white young people in the store choosing all kinds of decorations. Song TIANYAO didn't hurry to ask the clerk, but leaned against a white young man wearing a vest, revealing all kinds of tattoos, shawls and long hair, and selecting earrings. He said in English: "my friend, your tattoo is very beautiful."

"Thank you, oh, Hello, yellow friend." the white man looked up and saw that it was a yellow man who greeted him. He was stunned, but there was no discrimination.

Song TIANYAO looked at the other party to choose earrings and asked slowly, "my boss asked me to find a way to collect hair of various colors. Can I ask how many wigs do you have?"

"You say this?" the young man shook his long flaxen hair: "Four Tops, yellow, dark red, silver white and the flaxen color now."

"What color do you like best?" song TIANYAO looked at each other.

The young man pointed to song TIANYAO's hair: "black, yellow friends, this is the United States. Black hair is very cool. Didn't you find that there are no black wigs on the shelf? Because the number is small."

"The wigs here are much worse than the American goods I've seen in Lane Crawford department store in Hong Kong." when Tang Boqi came in, song TIANYAO said to him, "if it's not a fake product, there's only one possibility."

"Goods are in short supply, so wig factories pursue quantity and give up the original quality," Tang Boqi said.

Song TIANYAO smiled at Tang Boqi: "the last time I saw a guy as smart as you was a few months ago."

"Then what? You became friends with that smart guy?" Tang Boqi asked casually, gesturing to the clerk to help hand over a wig.

Song TIANYAO shook his head and said, "he was killed by his brother."

"This kind of wig is produced by a local factory in San Francisco." Tang Boqi didn't hear clearly, but looked at the label hidden in the wig and said. After that, he looked at Song TIANYAO: "what did you just say?"

"Nothing. I said we were going to see the factory." song TIANYAO waved to the clerk, "how much is it? I want to buy this one, and then please tell me where this wig comes from?"

When Tang Boqi walked out of the store again, song TIANYAO, who was holding a wig in his opponent, said, "do you think I should go to Wall Street? Or continue to make wigs for these white madmen like you?"

"I hope you do wig business, really." song TIANYAO said sincerely to Tang Boqi.

Tang Boqi started the motorcycle: "I don't know whether your sentence is true or false. Your guy's mask is more powerful than I look, and I didn't want to cooperate with others in the wig business."

"Cooperation? Of course not. I want to cooperate with Americans who can sell my wigs produced in Hong Kong in the United States. You, the son of a Chinese Laundry owner, obviously don't have such a big channel." song TIANYAO tried to buckle the brown wig on his head: "if you don't wear a brown wig, you can be regarded as an American."