Trouble Came Knocking...

At one in the afternoon, An Shunwang got off work early as he had hoped, but there was not a trace of joy on the face that should have been beaming. Clearly, he was in a terrible mood...

The reason for his foul mood was naturally that damned A San Ge's man-to-man talk!

The content was simple: he had told An Shunwang to stay away from Julie and not try to embarrass himself by seducing her.

What did he mean by "embarrass yourself"? How was seducing her embarrassing? Bah, I wasn't seducing her! She was the one who invited me first! Are you blind, you hack-loving race? Can you only aim a gun with hacks?

Most importantly, the other man had actually belittled him based on his bloodline. He had said that An Shunwang was a person of color who would have no prospects in this white-dominated society, nor would he ever win the approval of a white family. He had told An Shunwang not to drag Julie down.

Damn, had he really just been looked down on for having an inferior bloodline by an Indian? If not for the surveillance cameras, An Shunwang might have been ready to hit him. Did the guy think having slightly paler skin made him a white American?

That said, there might really be a reason those Indians were more popular in Silicon Valley. The caste divisions in A San Country were clearly defined, with five castes in total. The top three belonged to the Aryans. Their facial features looked even more like those of white people than Chinese features did, and such differences in appearance could unconsciously create a powerful gap in people's sense of familiarity and affinity.

Still, An Shunwang couldn't understand the other man's sense of superiority. He looked rather like