After saying that, Jenny turned and swayed her sexy figure as she left.
After Tang Boqi looked away, Song Tianyao spoke to him, saying, "That woman is discriminating against you."
"It's much better than when you were looked down upon by the Britain in Hong Kong, right? That wasn't discrimination. Sooner or later I'll be able to sleep with her." Tang Boqi took a sip of his cola through the straw and asked Song Tianyao, "My cousin, whom I've never met, told me on the phone to take good care of you, so is there anything I can help you with?"
Song Tianyao took a bite of his hamburger, swallowed it, and then said to Tang Boqi, "There are some young United States in the San Francisco Bay Area who wear strange clothes and wigs, skip classes and jobs, and spend all their time loitering on the streets. Do you know where they are?"
"You've come to the right person." Tang Boqi sipped his Coke through the straw and said to Song Tianyao, "In the whole Chinatown, nobody cares what the United States do, except me. Chinese people here don't enjoy the same benefits as those white people. Those white people don't have to do anything; even if they go on strike or boycott classes, they won't lose a single penny. But if a Chinese person dares to do that, they'll say goodbye to their job. What are you looking for with those white youths? These young people in the city are around Haight Street during the day, but you won't see them at night. Most of them will find a complete stranger of the opposite sex to spend the night with, thinking it's cool. In fact, I also think it's cool to just casually find a white girl to sleep with, but no white girl wants to sleep with me."
"Are there many people like this in the entire San Francisco Bay Area?" Song Tianyao asked Tang Boqi.
Tang Boqi nodded. "A lot, not just in San Francisco, but now all the white youths in California like it, and I like it too, but I'm Asian, and I don't have the money to buy those trendy accessories. Those guys change their look every two or three days, what do you want with them?"
"I'm not looking for them. I want to know where they buy their wigs, or rather, where the wig factories in San Francisco are located," Song Tianyao said to Tang Boqi. "I want to start a wig business."
Tang Boqi paused for a moment, his playful expression faltering, but he quickly regained his composure. "Are you referring to doing faking hair business in San Francisco, or in Hong Kong?"
"Hong Kong." Song Tianyao noticed Tang Boqi's expression for a moment, but still smiled and said, "I'd like to come to San Francisco to see if I can buy some equipment to open a wig factory in Hong Kong."
"Wigs here sell for seventy to ninety US dollars apiece, you'll make a fortune, brother," Tang Boqi said to Song Tianyao with a smile. "After we eat, I'll take you to Chinatown to find a hotel, and tomorrow I'll go with you to Haight Street to see those white youths."
After finishing the meal, Song Tianyao watched as Tang Boqi chatted with several waitresses for a while. Although Tang Boqi insisted that the waitresses were just joking with him, Song Tianyao felt that the waitresses were discriminating against Tang Boqi and treating him like a clown. However, Tang Boqi seemed to enjoy it and did not seem to notice the malicious words.
Leaving the fast food restaurant, we crossed Union Square in San Francisco and arrived at the largest America in the United States outside of New York. At the Chinatown, several lit red lanterns hung on the ancient blue archway, illuminating the four large characters inscribed by Sun Yat-sen- sen in the center of the archway. "The world belongs to all."
As night fell, neon lights and China- style lanterns illuminated the main street of Chinatown. Pedestrians of various skin colors, like Song Tianyao, walked along the street, speaking China with accents from different regions, giving Song Tianyao, sitting on the back of Harley motorcycle, a feeling of traveling through time.
Tang Boqi specially found Chinese Hotel run by Chiu Chow people for Song Tianyao, and then arranged to pick him up from there the next morning to go to Haight Street. Then he would ride off on his motorcycle, saying that he was going to continue flirting with United States white women.
The hotel owner was a very enthusiastic, overweight middle-aged man. After learning that Song Tianyao was also from Chiu Chow, he helped him find a relatively quiet place to stay and invited Song Tianyao to try his wife's typical Chiu Chow, stir-fried green beans with pork floss.
Song Tianyao smiled and declined, saying he had already eaten. He went back to his room, put down his bag, and rested on the bed for a while. After the hotel owner finished eating, he came up and knocked on the door. "A-Yao, young man, don't go to bed too early. Come down and have some Chaozhou Kung Fu tea with your uncle. We can also talk about our hometown. I haven't been back for more than ten years. I wonder what it's like now."
This time, Song Tianyao didn't refuse. He went downstairs to drink Kung Fu tea with the owners, telling them about Hong Kong and Chiu Chow, things that had been away from their hometown for thirteen years. After chatting for a while, Song Tianyao casually asked, "Uncle, are you familiar with Tang Boqi's family?"
While Song Tianyao was drinking Kung Fu tea with the hotel owners and chatting about their hometown, Tang Boqi, who had told Song Tianyao he was going to flirt with a white girl, was sitting in front of his parents and brother. "I found out. That guy trusts me a lot. He said he came to check out the wig factories in San Francisco, and then he plans to go back to Hong Kong to open a wig factory and sell it to the United States. He has a great eye; Hong Kong knows that wigs are selling well in the United States right now."
"A wig?" Tang Boqi's father, Tang Shihu, murmured, his face showing signs of exhaustion and hardship.
The fact that Song Tianyao came to San Francisco was not as simple as Tang Boqi telling Song Tianyao that Tang Jingyuan had just made a casual phone call to ask him to help receive him. Rather, it was because Tang Shihu's younger brother, Tang Jingyuan's father, Tang Wenbao, personally called Tang Shihu and recounted all the things Song Tianyao had done, such as helping the Chu Family take over the Zhang Family's pharmaceutical business and promoting Chu Xiaoxin to become Justice of the Peace. He was practically saying that Song Tianyao had the Midas touch.
Tang Wenbao said on the phone that Song Tianyao insisted on visiting United States San Francisco before leaving the Chu Family to do business, which must have been a well-thought-out plan to do business with United States. He told Tang Shihu's family to find out what kind of business Song Tianyao was planning to do. If they could find out what kind of business it was, it would indeed be very profitable. With Tang Shihu Tang Wenbao brothers working together, one in Hong Kong and one in the United States, they would definitely earn more and do bigger business than Song Tianyao alone. Even if Song Tianyao found out later, there would be nothing he could do. There was no rule that said he could do business alone. This was a typical case of hijacking in the business world. Although it was not exactly honorable, no one could criticize him for it.