My father is from Northeast China. In the early days of China's reform and opening up, he wandered in southern China. In the words of Chinese people, he is a "speculative" element. He can make money. Of course, he also has his principles. Drugs must not be touched, and sex gambling is of course one of his highlights in life. Let's first talk about his name. When he first arrived in the United States, he was in a mess. Whenever someone asked him what his name was, he would tell black people and Lao Mo's friends that he could just call him "dad". He felt that everyone called him "dad" and made a fortune. So whenever he appeared, Americans would call him "dad" with their courage and carefulness, and he made a world in the black area of ​​Chicago.

When my father first arrived in Chicago, he was involved in the takeaway circle. Later, he was considered to be doing well in the circle, earning 5,000 US dollars a month. The boss gave him a basic salary of 50,000 yuan a day, and the rest was up to him. When he was tired of taking out, he could deliver fifty or sixty orders every day, earning three to one yuan tips for each order, which was great for others, but for my father, he was absolutely not satisfied with it. He often used his ability to do things in Chinese shopping malls to fool some tricks on black friends, and asked the other party in awkward English, "Is it good today? Are you happy?" Others asked him if he was happy, and he always said, "If you are unhappy today, you will be happy if you can give more tips." When a woman met, she said, "You are very beautiful today and your breasts are big, are you really fake?" Of course, the woman smiled when she heard this, and sometimes she asked him to touch her breasts, saying that this was true. In this way, he could always get one to two more tips.

He was quite cheerful, and customers who were familiar with him always called "Dad" and "Dad" from afar. He also enjoyed it very much. After staying in the black area for a long time, he also understood the character of the black brothers, and also met many bosses in the underworld, making him even more like a fish in water. The black boss told him that the younger brothers in their gang would never allow robbery of Chinese food deliverymen, and taught them the gestures of the gang. As long as someone dared to provoke him, he could make this gesture. Of course, he was also very good at trying to win over them, and often gave them some spring rolls and fried rice to eat. Even the local police sometimes turned a blind eye to him speeding.

Although he is doing well in the black area, he always loses his head. Once when he is delivering food, he is not alert when he sees the order is familiar to the building. As a result, two black guys holding guns are pressed against their heads with guns and robbed the Apple phone and pocket money on their bodies. Others asked him why he didn't use the black boss' gesture at this time. He said it was too late. If he gestured at this time, it might be a disaster, because these black guys knew that you had a gang and would shoot him directly.

Another time, when he just returned to Chinatown after get off work, he encountered two gun-car robbers when he stopped. He asked him and his wife to raise his hand and take away more than 2,000 yuan from him and two Apple phones. He was frightened at the time because he was wearing a new Rolex watch worth more than 20,000 yuan. After that, he put the watch in the safe and never dared to show off his wealth easily. His father usually pays special attention to whether there are too many addresses when delivering takeout. If there are, he should be very energetic. He told others that if the black people walked out of the house, it would be safer. If they came out of the back or other small passage, they should be very careful. Two days ago, he met a black man walking over and was preparing to pull out his gun in his pants pocket. When he saw something was wrong, he immediately started running.

Gradually, my father also had other business opportunities. He found that in the telephone sales shops in the black area, there were often super cheap second-hand smartphones, gold necklaces, diamond rings, watches, cameras, etc., so he bought them and resold them in Chinatown. He first sold them for friends, but later he bought them a large amount of goods and then poured them directly into the pawn shop in Chicago. In his words, he could dump anything. As long as he could make money, cameras ranging from tens of thousands of yuan to Viagra chargers, all of them were his business scope.

He himself said that almost one-fifth of the mobile phones in Chinese hands were circulated from him. Mobile phone stores in Chinatown all know him. He said that he didn’t understand these mobile phones and computers at all, but he was brave enough and came and went all in cash, so black friends liked him very much and kept them for him. Sometimes, he took more than 100 new Apple phones, and the funds were too heavy, and he would lose money as soon as the price was dropped. But he said that it would be difficult to make money if he didn’t do this. Other sellers thought he was a big boss. In fact, he said that he only earned twenty yuan per machine, and sometimes he only earned five yuan. He also did it.

A Chinese reporter once interviewed him. The reporter asked where he had earned a lot of money after so many years. He sighed and donated it to the casino in addition to sending some money back to China to buy a house. Every time he earned money, he always liked to go to the casino to gamble. He was originally tall and very popular with women, but they all broke up because of gambling. He said he liked to count money, and then he took a stack of money to count in front of the reporter. Each pocket had money, and every time he counted it was no less than three thousand. He said that he couldn't have money, and sometimes he didn't have money when he saw the goods.

You can't buy it, you have to grab good goods, this is business. He also likes to buy famous brands, and he wears all famous brands, and when he is free, he also likes to visit famous brand stores. He said that his life is short, don't be sorry, and when the customer buys the goods, he is willing to do business with him when he sees his clothes. He proudly said, "Don't look at me with nonsense, but I do all foreign business, and the merchants I make friends with are foreigners." This is also not easy for an ordinary person with good English. He said that others say he is a good salesperson."

Later, my father didn't know what happened, so he disappeared for a while. His black brothers often came to the restaurant where he worked to find him, but no one knew where he went.
Chapter completed!