The first ray of sunlight in the morning struggled through the cracks in the curtains.

Shine on the bed.

I saw a hairy thigh pressed against the quilt, and the floor was covered with clothes, making it a mess.

Gao Jun licked his tongue, awakened by thirst, and slowly opened his eyes. He gradually saw bright light in the gap and slowly focused on it.

I saw an ugly face with an open mouth, a twang, and snoring.

His eyelids closed for a moment, but then they opened suddenly, full of panic!

"Hold***"!

He raised his foot and kicked the opponent down. Hearing the painful sound, Paul stood up holding his waist, tried hard to open his eyes, rubbed them, and complained, "Gao, what are you doing?"

"Why do we sleep together?" Gao Jun asked with wide eyes.

"It's not that you drank too much. I'm sending you back and you're holding me back?"

Gao Jun had a lot of things rushing into his head. Last night, the two of them went to find Tomambi and had a great time in his bar. When he got high, he drank too much.

It broke off later...

As soon as he tightened his grip, he lifted up the quilt and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his pants were still there.

This scene happened to be seen by Paul, who laughed angrily and spread his hands, "I'm not gay."

Get up from the bed, open the curtains, and the already anxious sunlight shines in, making the whole room bright.

"Gao, you should change to another place. This place is too small." Paul said while putting on his pants.

This place was rented by Gao Jun. It was relatively cheap at about 600 US dollars a month. It only had one small bedroom and one bathroom.

"I think this place is pretty good."

"You should choose a more private and convenient place. When I sent you back last night, I heard loud shouting from the side...

Paul felt embarrassed and glanced at him. There was a bit of ambiguity in the air.

"What do you need to eat?" they both said in unison at the same time.

"Let's go eat Chinese food." Gao Jun said.

Paul gestured: "ok", and then walked to the bathroom. He heard the sound of his waterproofing, but suddenly,

…

San Diego doesn't have a Chinatown.

But there are still Chinese restaurants.

A relatively simple restaurant...Shaxian snacks.

The boss’s family of three had already been in San Diego for nearly ten years when it was time to go abroad. They are also considered to be the few Chinese in this city.

Gao Jun went to school here, so it was natural to get to know him.

"Aunt He." He entered the store and greeted a middle-aged woman who was busy. His mouth was quite sweet.

"Ajun is here. There is still room over there. I haven't been here for several days. What do you want to eat?" The middle-aged woman was very happy when she saw him. He had a good impression of this little compatriot.

Studying abroad alone.

He is hard-working, honest, and very polite, and he greets people when he meets them.

"Let's have salted duck, tofu balls, and taro dumplings."

"Two more Shaomai."

Aunt He nodded, smiled and said, "Okay, please sit down first."

The snack business in Shaxian County is very good. The couple are also relatively pragmatic. They know that Americans have different tastes, so they studied it for a long time before they could gain a firm foothold in the catering industry.

"What is that? High?" Paul looked curious and asked, pointing to the food of a white woman at the same table.

"That's called pigeon soup." Gao Jun looked at it and said, "Do you want it?"

Paul shook his head, looking disgusted.

Foreigners are like that, they talk a lot of nonsense.

Aunt He came over with Shaomai, "Are you still selling insurance now?"

"I sell other things now, and the insurance business is not easy to do." Gao Jun said with a smile.

"What are you selling? Is there any better job? It would be nice to take Abang as an intern and learn something."

This is very embarrassing!

"I am mainly responsible for the humanistic environment in a trading company. I care for some disadvantaged groups, bring them solutions that can change their lives, and then teach them how to survive."

What he said was so complicated that Aunt He was stunned for a moment.

"Then your job is more caring."

Gao Jun nodded, "Yes, love is very important. The most important thing is to pay attention to the disadvantaged groups. I am quite busy and travel frequently."

Aunt He was a little hesitant.

"Has Abang graduated? I remember he still has one year left."

"He didn't want to go to school. I scolded and beat his father, but he was determined not to go to school. When I asked him why he didn't go, he just wouldn't tell me. I was afraid that he would be a bad learner. The San Diego gangster was too

So, I gave him a leave of absence from school and let him work part-time, so he realized how important studying is."

Poor parents in the world!

What could Gao Jun say? He just comforted her that Abang would learn well and be filial to them.

Aunt He nodded helplessly. Someone paid the bill at the front desk, so she went to work again.

"The Chinese you speak is very interesting."

Gao Jun took a bite of Shaomai and said casually, "Do you want to learn?"

Paul's eyes shone, "Can you teach me a lesson?"

"I am Shabi!"

"What's the point of holding like this? What does this mean?" Paul learned it and asked a little doubtfully.

"It's a common expression used to introduce you to others." Gao Jun explained. Paul suddenly understood and read it softly several times, becoming more and more familiar with it.

After finishing the meal, Gao Jun patted his belly and was about to pay the bill. Paul said he must come, walked to the front desk with his head held high, and said in a strong voice, "Hey, hold on to me."

Aunt He was confused.

There were also Chinese people in the restaurant. They looked at Paul in shock, but then they lowered their heads and couldn't help laughing.

This foreigner…

So damn humble.

Paul also discovered that something was wrong. Why were they all laughing so happily? He looked at Gao Jun in confusion, and he said seriously, "They think your Chinese is very good."

"Really?"

"Of course, you know, I never lie."

Although Paul was confused, he still believed in Gao Jun. After paying the money, he was still confused when he walked out of the door.

"Aunt He, I'm leaving."

"Okay, slow down."

As Gao Jun walked to the door, he saw a young man wearing glasses running back in embarrassment, mainly covered in dirt.

"Abang?" he called.

Aunt He also saw her son like this and ran over distressed, "What happened?"

"No...it's okay, I fell." Abang explained.

"It looks like this kid is in trouble." Paul raised his chin slightly and pointed in the direction. Gao Jun looked over and saw three or four people standing at the opposite railing, looking out.

"Brother Jun." He turned around and called again.

Gao Jun nodded, "Abang, who are your friends?"

"I...my classmate." His voice gradually became softer as he spoke, unable to hide the feeling of cowardice in his bones.

He must have been bullied.

Gao Jun has experience in this matter...

That Chinese has never been picked on by anyone in a foreign country?

Gao Jun glanced at Abang who looked like a punchline, thought for a moment, and handed over his business card, "Sometimes, you have to defeat yourself, never others. If you need help, call me."

He never thought of helping. If he could help Abang once, could he help him twice?

If he doesn't resist, he will always be the victim.

Abang looked at the business card in his hand, his eyes lingered on Gao Jun, and watched him leave.

Gao Jun got into the car and Paul just turned the key.

I heard a voice coming from the radio.

"Condoleezza announced that the United States will impose further sanctions on Iraq, protest its invasion of Kuwait, and demand a ceasefire and withdrawal of troops!"

Gao Jun's eyes lit up!

The strong man took action.

He turned to look at Paul who was yawning, "We are going to get rich again!"
Chapter completed!