Donation receipt in hand, Zhang Xiao walked out with a spring in his step, despite the consulate staff's enthusiastic attempts to persuade him to stay.
Outside, the sunshine was just right. A gentle breeze carried a hint of moisture from the sea, brushing his face with the feel of summer.
He held up the donation certificate. It was made of fine paper that gleamed in the sunlight, and the donation amount was clearly marked on it-US$1.2 million.
Donor: A Chinese citizen
Take money in America, spend it in China! Perfect! Delighted, Zhang Xiao carefully put away the donation certificate.
In an era when the average wage in China was only 350 yuan, US$1.2 million was an enormous sum.
If he spent it on property, he could easily buy an entire residential building in Shanghai, even in a prime location.
Standing on the bustling street, his elation gradually settled, leaving him unexpectedly at a loss.
What next?
Should I keep doing street performances?
Zhang Xiao considered it for a while, but he no longer felt much inclination to continue. Street performances brought in money quickly, but that much cash really did attract greedy eyes.
He wasn't afraid, but dealing with that sort of thing was simply unpleasant and a waste of time.
But what could I do besides street performances... According to Dumbledore, only legally earned compensation counts as income.
Surely I don't have to get a job... A word sprang from the depths of his memory.
Chinatown!
Zhang Xiao's eyes lit up. Of course, Chinatown!
He had grown up in Chinatown himself. This was New York rather than London, but Chinese neighborhoods had a remarkable amount in common. He would certainly find what he wanted there.
Off to Chinatown!
"Granger, have you sterilized all the instruments?"
"Of course, Doctor