"I can barely understand a little," Song Tianyao said to Tang Boqi in English, carrying a travel bag in one hand.
Tang Boqi reached out to take Song Tianyao's travel bag. Song Tianyao handed it to him without hesitation. Tang Boqi gave Song Tianyao a handsome smile, seemingly pleased with Song Tianyao's trust. He casually tossed the pick-up sign into a nearby trash can, waved to Song Tianyao, and this time spoke in Mandarin with a Fujian accent, "Let's go, A-Yao. I'll take you to have some United States dinner first, then we'll find a place to stay in Chinatown. Tomorrow I'll show you around the whole of Jinshan."
Following Tang Boqi out of the airport exit and onto the street, Tang Boqi patted a Harley WR road motorcycle parked on the side of the road. The springs had been removed and the seat had been replaced with a frame, and he said to Song Tianyao with a boastful tone, "How about it? You can't see this kind of racing motorcycle in Hong Kong, can you? This is the most popular thing in United States right now. Get on, I'll let you experience its charm."
Song Tianyao didn't find Tang Boqi's boasting about his brightly painted Harley-Davidson motorcycle excessive. Perhaps in Tang Boqi's eyes, Hong Kong and even the whole of Asia were like underdeveloped rural areas, so naturally he had never seen such a fashionable machine. He just wanted to show it off. However, to Song Tianyao, who had been reborn and seen much more, Tang Boqi's words sounded somewhat like Taiwan person in his later life thinking that mainlanders couldn't afford tea eggs, making him feel a little ridiculous.
"Wouldn't it be more appropriate for me to call a taxi in this outfit?" Song Tianyao looked down at his suit and asked Tang Boqi, who had already mounted the motorcycle.
Tang Boqi waved his hand. "Nobody cares what you're wearing, A-Yao. This is America, freedom is everything. If you want, you can go swimming in the pool wearing the suit you're wearing now."
Song Tianyao looked around, hesitated for a moment, and finally climbed onto the back seat of the Harley motorcycle. Tang Boqi took off his sunglasses, revved the engine, and the motorcycle sped forward along the road.
Tang Boqi is the cousin of Chu Xiaoxin Tang Jingyuan's cronies. Tang Jingyuan's family is based in Hong Kong, doing imported sesame processing business. Recently, they have been aligning themselves with Chu Xiaoxin and have opened a small pharmacy in hopes of making a little money in the pharmaceutical business. Although they are not extremely wealthy, they are considered a well-off family among the Chinese in Hong Kong.
Tang Boqi's father had left his hometown and come to United States to develop his career long before the Lugou Bridge Incident in China. However, the California Gold Rush had already passed, and a new gold rush was rising in Melbourne, Australia. Even California's Gold Rush was renamed San Francisco by the Chinese, and Melbourne, Australia was called the New Gold Mountain.
Fortunately, Tang Boqi's father was hardworking and ambitious. While working, he studied English and eventually opened a laundromat after becoming fluent in English and communicating with other United States. He picked up and cleaned clothes for United States and has been doing this for decades. Now he owns three laundromats in San Francisco and is considered one of the wealthiest Chinese families in the San Francisco.
"Here." Tang Boqi drove Song Tianyao at breakneck speed from the airport back to the city, finally parking the motorcycle at a fast food restaurant called Gold Digger. In addition to the restaurant's name, there was a huge "49" specially lit up in neon.
After Song Tianyao got out of the car, he smoothed his wind-blown hair. Tang Boqi had already taken out two stamp-sized stickers with the "49SF" logo printed on them from his jacket pocket. He stuck one on the front of his denim jacket and the other on Song Tianyao's suit.
Song Tianyao frowned slightly as he watched Tang Boqi's actions. Could this guy named Tang Boqi be a member of the San Francisco mob?
"What is this?" Song Tianyao asked Tang Boqi, standing still.
Tang Boqi grinned. "Don't worry, this is just a ticket that lets you have a big meal without paying. This is the logo of the San Francisco 49ers, and this restaurant is a gathering place for fans. Come on, they're recruiting new members right now. As long as you're interested in football, you can enjoy free beer, chicken, and burgers. Most importantly, the girls here are very beautiful and will make you very, very hungry. I'll introduce you to some United States beauties; they're all very friendly and hospitable."
"You're a sports fan?" Song Tianyao was both amused and exasperated after hearing Tang Boqi's explanation. This was probably the difference between Hong Kong and the United States. In Hong Kong, even young men who wanted to flirt with girls who liked sports would try to show off their wealth by inviting them to watch a game, rather than thinking about taking advantage of them first, like Tang Boqi did, instead of rushing to spend money.
Tang Boqi walked backwards towards the restaurant entrance and said to Song Tianyao, "That's right, I'm a football fan. Ever since I discovered that the girls in this fan club are all quite pretty..."
Upon entering the restaurant, Tang Boqi, a young man of Asian descent, surprisingly greeted the waitresses and a group of white youths who were drinking beer and watching a sports game on the restaurant's black-and-white TV with familiarity before leading Song Tianyao to a seat. Soon after, a hot blonde woman wearing the restaurant's red and white uniform skirt walked over, glanced at Song Tianyao, and then looked at Tang Boqi: "Billy, stop trying to freeload here with your little tricks. Either pay or get out."
Song Tianyao blinked and looked at Tang Boqi. Was this the United States beauty he was talking about who was very friendly and hospitable?
Chapter 204 The Thoughts of Intercepting
Song Tianyao thought Tang Boqi would either pay for the food or be kicked out of the restaurant by the waitress, but this bastard seemed glued to his seat, chatting incessantly with the blonde waitress. In the end, he managed to coax this hot United States woman into smiling broadly, and she turned around and brought over two free meals for the fans.
Only after the food was served did Tang Boqi pull out some small change from his pocket and hand it to the other person. "I'm not one of those homeless people on the street who pretend to be football fans to scam food, Jenny."
The waitress leaned down, hands on the table, showing no shyness whatsoever, but rather with a hint of pride, displaying her voluptuous figure to Tang Boqi. She winked at him and said, "If you can bleach your skin, I'll consider going for a drive with you."