The next day, in the office.

"Wang, I have sued those niggers." Matthew handed Wang Jian a piece of information. "Also, this is the information of the person you want."

When Wang Jian took over the information, he thought of the boy again in his mind.

To be honest, this man is the most aggressive Asian he has ever seen in New York.

In addition, it is the first to use "China" as a nickname to let others call it.

This can't help but make Wang Jian feel good.

He opened the file and looked at the information of "China Mac".

Well, not surprisingly, the teenager grew up in a family with a gang background.

Affected by this, the young Chinese MAC has many bad deeds, such as fighting, hiding guns and so on.

Seeing this, Wang Jian gently frowned.

However, the third generation of Chinese immigrants, apart from their unclean background, can not be blamed on the issue of race.

Because of the grudge between the lame gang and the Chinese, he was undoubtedly closer to the blood gang.

In addition, he does not allow people around him to say "chink", "Ching Chong" and other discriminatory words.

Of course, it uses a little bit of violence.

"A rap singer with a gang background?" Wang Jian shook his head and said with a little regret.

"It's just 14 years old, and there's no cure. It's really a pity."

Matthew shrugged and said, "this kind of person is very common among young poor people in America."

"It's their destiny to be on the streets, to commit crimes with guns and to go to jail."

"Forget it." Wang Jian closed the document and threw it on the table. "Try not to let those black communities work. I want to see them live in prison."

"Rest assured, in addition to 'racial discrimination', they have a lot of blemishes." Matthew stood up and said, "most of all, they can't afford bail."

Wang Jian nodded and watched Matthew leave. Then he welcomed Tom.

Tom looked at Wang Jian with a tangled face. "Wang, there's a technology company. He sent representatives to seek cooperation."

"They say that it can give more publicity to the works on the website."

"Which company?" Wang Jian picked an eyebrow, "what kind of propaganda way?"

"Er..." Tom hesitated and said, "apple."

"They said they hope to set up an audio company with the website to promote with paid voice."

"They put out the equipment and set up a recording studio in New York. The price is the exclusive right to broadcast audio novels for a certain period of time. "

"As for the revenue from the broadcast of works, they do not ask to be involved."

"Apple? Just the apple that's about to go out of the market? " Wang Jian picked up his tea cup and drank. "They haven't figured it out yet. How can they think of audio again?"

"I heard that this proposal was put forward by Steve Jobs, a consultant who has just returned to the company." Tom took out something the size of a slap.

"It's an audio player created by Apple labs that they want to promote."

Wang Jian took this thing and played with it casually.

"Ha ha, I can't get the copyright of the song. I put my idea on the novel."

"What's the market value of apple? I really think I'm Sony!"

"What about that?" Tom looked at Wang Jian, "refuse their offer?"

"Why refuse? Anyway, we didn't lose anything. " Wang Jian put the machine into the drawer, "reply to them, you can try. But it's apple who has to pay for the staff. "

"We only give authorization, but also send financial personnel to count the relevant income."

Meanwhile, the Bronx.

China Mac, who just taught a few blind black and white children a lesson, hid the pistol in a secret place.

"Hum, do you really think Chinese are soft bones? If it wasn't for my mother's grief, I would have shot them. "

A 14-year-old asian boy, with a book in his hand, walked slowly home.

His father is a second generation immigrant and a member of a gang.

Because of the crime, he absconded, leaving him and his mother alone.

His mother sneaked in more than ten years ago and was ready to work to earn betrothal gifts for his younger brother.

But I didn't expect that after the snake head came ashore, he wanted to control these women to carry out illegal activities, but he was saved by his father.

After her father fled, her mother, who could not speak English, could only do some low paid jobs.

As a result, China MAC had to take to the streets and try to get some money.

However, he has to rely on music in addition to violence.

"I am the great mage" has been heard for a long time, but I didn't expect that it was written by Chinese Americans. " China MAC muttered a few words, then knocked on the door of the apartment."Mom, I'm back." He cried out.

"When you come back, eat quickly, and then learn Chinese." A middle-aged woman came out of the kitchen and said aloud.

"Why do we have to learn Chinese when we live in America?" China MAC complains in a low voice.

"You can't forget your roots in life!" His mother looked to the East with a momentary absence in her eyes.

China

MAC is always sad when she sees her mother's expression.

"Well, I see, mom." He picked up the book and shook it. "This book was written by a Chinese American writer. Later, I will use it as a teaching material and try to translate it. "

"Well, good son." His mother handed him a pair of chopsticks, "it doesn't matter if the translation is not good, but we must work hard to learn Chinese."

Half an hour later, in the bedroom of China Mac.

The 14-year-old boy looked at "I am the great mage" and felt his head throbbing.

It's a good book. It's great to read.

But it's too difficult to translate it into Chinese.

"China Mac, what are you thinking? At your level, do you want to translate so many words? "

He was lying on the bed in distress and couldn't help thinking of his mother.

"Is there any way to make it over without breaking my mother's heart?"

Looking at the Chinese Book prepared by his mother, China MAC actively uses his brain.

"Using the least words and expressing the most content is not enough for the mother who used to be the representative of high school Chinese class to find out."

He turned the books on the table and suddenly saw 300 Tang poems.

Yes, there are poems in Chinese, which can summarize the language most.

As for all the rules my mother said, it doesn't matter if I just make a fool of them.

With such an idea, the young man picked up "I am the grand master" and looked at it seriously.

Instead of worrying about the Chinese way of writing English words, he naturally looks at them very fast.

"Ha ha, how interesting! It's a good story to eat corn and seek hegemony in the alien world and defeat gods and demons! "

A moment later, China MAC sat in front of the desk, recalled the story, and began to stumbling over what her mother called "doggerel".

"I eat corn, I am the most dazzling, the gods and Demons bow down.

Many beauties come to me, but I pretend I can't see... "

after writing, China MAC reads it in Chinese.

Don't mention it. It's very smooth. It feels like rap.

He thought about it and translated it into English.

Of course, growing up in the United States, he is much more comfortable this time.

China MAC read English one time and couldn't help laughing.

This kind of thing is very interesting and smooth. When I read it myself, I feel like n.w.a.'s kick the police '.