Chapter 39

"Boss, from now on, you need to worry about your personal income tax." Sunil blinked and said with a gloating smile.

“……”？？？

When sanier learned from his mouth that the personal income tax he would have to pay next year was nearly one hundred million dollars, Li Zitao clung to his chest and could not breathe.

"You should be glad it wasn't 10 years ago. You know, the highest tax rate was 67% in 1917, and it was 77% in 1918."

In order not to further stimulate boss, sanier ignored the frightening inheritance tax. Of course, this is also related to Li Zitao's distance from it.

"How were Morgan and Rockefeller born? What kind of black curtain is there? Is it discrimination against people of color? Is it the injustice of law or the decline of morality? "

Li Zitao suddenly despaired of the world. He was even more glad that he did not appear in that era. The tax rate of 77% was 77%. This is not heaven, is it hell?

"Morgan and Rockefeller, any family in America, have accumulated their wealth through nearly a hundred years of accumulation and precipitation, and you..."

Sanier's eyes become complicated and become rich overnight. Li Zitao's experience can be explained by these four words.

From nothing to more than 100 million, this magical Chinese teenager took five months.

If there was a miracle in America, it was born in front of her, and she was fortunate enough to join in the dream making miracle.

"Boss, you are a miracle." Said sanier, her eyes blurred.

"Let's go! I need a good drink now to soothe my bleeding heart After getting out of the car and raising his right arm, Li Zitao took sanier to the three story red brick Chinese restaurant in front of her.

"Welcome to both of you. Do you have a reservation?" The friendly Chinese face came to meet him, and his eyes were obviously surprised to see the combination of Li Zitao and sanier.

In this era, it is more amazing to see a white woman with a yellow skin in her arm than a three legged monkey.

"Charlie Lee, I have a reservation." Following the youths in long coats, white socks and cloth shoes to their seats, Li Zitao looks at the decoration full of hometown flavor.

This place is run by the famous Mei family of the Chinese trade union. Its address is at the junction of Yonghuo street and 23rd Street, where the Mei family is based.

The reason why he chose to meet grant here was to satisfy Li's curiosity. He wanted to see how famous the Mei family was in America.

The other side has repeatedly rejected Lao Huang's solicitation, even after he has taken Paul in.

Maybe his radical style is not in line with the Chinese philosophy influenced by Confucianism for thousands of years?

"Hi, Mr. Li." On the third floor, the space between the tables opened a lot, only a few people sat in the position, talking quietly to taste the food.

"Call me Charlie!" After sitting down, Li Zitao pointed to sanier beside him and said, "this is my friend, sanier Grant, chief of Chicago police. "

"It's a pleasure to meet you, beautiful lady." Grant lifted his butt off the chair and leaned slightly.

"I'm equally honored, director grant." Sunil leans over and smiles. Today, she doesn't wear a lady's dress, so she doesn't have to take off her hat and bend her knees.

At the end of the ceremony, the Chinese brother came forward and put the menu in front of the three people in duplicate, one for Western food and one for Chinese food.

"Some home cooked dishes. Do you have any wine from China?" Li Zitao casually looked at the menu and asked.

"Yes, 10-year-old daughter Hong, and sorghum wine, higher degree." The younger brother deliberately lowered his voice and said.

"That's all." Li Zitao closed the menu.

Sunil ordered a Boston lobster, bread and cheese for herself, while grant ordered a steak.

"Your wine, sir." Two wine jars with big heads were served.

Above is the straw live mud cover, brother holding a small hammer, with paper pad on the spot to knock open the mud, which then retreated to one side.

"Interesting way, boss. Is this wine from the east?" Sanier is interested in looking at the paper seal on the wine jar, and unconsciously licks the corner of her mouth.

"Yes, it comes from my motherland. Try it together." Learning from what I saw on TV, he pricked the paper seal with his fingers, and Li Zitao's eyes unconsciously drew.

Mdzz ~

knew that the TV series was unreliable, and his hands were all in the wine.

If nothing happened to mention the wine, pour three bowls, Li Zitao took advantage of the two people did not pay attention to when the hand pulled back.

"It's very fragrant, and it has the smell of soil." Sunil held the edge of the bowl in her hands, smelled it in front of her, and sipped.

"Cheers." Li Zitao didn't care about her. He put his thumb on the edge of the bowl and touched grant, who was a bit clumsy. He drank it down in one gulp.The taste of "daughter red" is not as good as expected. It's a little soft, and the aftertaste is a little sweet. Li Zitao is not very adaptable, so he opens the sorghum wine again.

"Charlie, Oriental wine, great." While Li Zitao was drinking sorghum wine, grant and sanier fell in love with their daughter Hong and said they would buy several jars to take away.

After three rounds of drinking, Li Zitao put the bowl on the table and drank less quickly. Grant also mentioned his predicament. "Charlie, it's all Capone's fault. You know, no one dares to fight against that crazy man when he is there."

Of course, no one dares to fight against him, because the person against him is either dead or sunk in the sea, but grant is definitely not included in this.

Even if Capone was a mad dog again, he would never dare to kill the police chief, who is also the director of the Chicago Police Department, the second largest city in the United States.

"Well, grant, it's time to eat." Seeing the little brother carrying the plate up, Li Zitao has already smelled the familiar sour and sour smell.

Sweet and sour fish, Gulu meat, spicy crayfish, mutton stew, and a bowl of clear soup noodles, this specialty is really interesting.

Sour, sweet, spicy, a mutton head stew, pale sheep head only two swollen white eyes.

The last bowl of clear soup noodles, white noodles floating in the yellowish soup, sprinkled with green onions, "what do you mean? be quite distinct from each other? Or is it clean? "

"Ha ha, Mr. Li, you have lost your welcome!" Li Zitao was just playing around here. He was middle-aged in a black Tang suit and a white apron. He came over with his fists.

"This is our chef and boss, Mr. Mei." Said the younger brother next to him.

"Go, this is America. Mr. Lee can call me Meier." Mei Er YeYe slapped his younger brother and asked him to leave.

"Second master, come and sit down." Li Zitao doesn't mind. The dress and the address are very interesting. It's a bit of a big house.

From Lao Huang and other Chinese families, Li Zi Tao learned something about the Mei brothers. They were the first Chinese to set foot in Chicago.

In the 1870's, the mays brothers had already arrived in Chicago and wrote to invite their compatriots in San Francisco to settle in Chicago.

By the 1980s, there were more than 50 members of the mays family in Chicago, and more than 400 Chinese had settled here.

In the early 1990s, there were more than 600 Chinese in Chicago, and the first Chinese community was established. It is now the rich district where we live, nanchele street.

They set up Chinese manual laundry industry, grocery stores, restaurants, and set up Chinese labor associations. The Mei brothers kept the Chinese close to them.

By the beginning of the 20th century, nancelle street had become a gathering place for Chinese. More than 1300 Chinese scattered in various districts of Chicago would choose to meet here on weekends.

Friends and relatives meet, friends get together, enjoy authentic Chinese food, play with fan Tan to relax, or taste cigars and opium, which has already taken the shape of a Chinatown.

When there is a new year or a major festival, Chinese people from all over Chicago gather in the streets of nanchele, wearing handmade silk dresses, white socks and thick soled shoes to celebrate together.

Later, there was the famous Chinese Exclusion Act. Chinese in California were treated unfairly. The Qing government boycotted American trade, which caused dissatisfaction among the rich in Chicago.

With the construction of the new federal government building here, the Chinese in Chicago will withdraw to the present 22nd block, Yonghuo street and shemac road.

Of course, there are other reasons. For example, the two Chinese trade unions, the hostility between an Liang and Xie Sheng before, the hatred between the Mei family and the Tang family, and the pressure from the federal government. The stories in it are enough to write a novel.

"I don't know if Li Sheng feels that the food is right or not?" Mr. Mei pulled a stool from the side and sat down at a certain distance from the dining table.

"I haven't seen home food for a long time. It's just satisfying to look at it." Li Zitao laughed and pointed to his head and said, "spiritually."

"Yes! It's hard to leave my hometown. If it wasn't for a bad life, who would like to leave home? " Mei Er ye said with some emotion.

"It looks like business is good here." Li Zitao took the fish with his chopsticks and tasted it slowly. He couldn't tell what he said: "I haven't seen home food for a long time."

"It's OK. It's all taken care of by some old friends." Mr. Mei smiles modestly.

"Jew." Li Zitao looked up and looked around.

"Yes, they are regular visitors. The father brings the child, and the child becomes a father, and then comes with the child." Mei Er Yeh's eyes twinkled with pride.

The mays family has been in Chicago for half a century, and the accumulated contacts and resources are no joke.

In today's environment, the business of this Chinese restaurant, called global restaurant, is busier than the high-end restaurants in downtown Michigan Street and Roosevelt Road.

"It seems that the second master doesn't welcome me very much?" After learning the routine of the 1960s and 1970s movies for a long time, Li Zitao could not hold her frame any longer, and her mother was too tired to speak."It's not welcome to open the door to do business." The second master of Mei is holding his fist to the West.

"Why did the second master say that he would not allow Anyang people to come to area 22." Li Zitao put his chopsticks on the table, and the atmosphere was a little stiff.

"Ha ha, who said that? The Anliang chamber of Commerce and industry is just to let everyone have a place to communicate. Can it still order others not to do so?" The second master of Mei was reluctant to smile.

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