New Yorkers were proud, as could be seen from their accents.
The English accents of Americans were not very different. At most, there was a north-south distinction. New York was unique. It had its own accent, which the locals were proud of.
As early as the time of Copernicus, some people knew that the earth was not the center of the universe, and Bruno defended this truth with his life.
However, this did not work in New York. New Yorkers believed that this was the center of the earth and the center of the universe, and they were proud of this city.
Li Du could understand this feeling. Just as in China, residents in Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou were also proud of their places, New York was the world's largest city, and it was normal for local residents to be proud.
By the time they arrived in New York, it was already afternoon, and it was almost time for dinner.
The driver suggested they go to Tribeca and said, "There's a great commercial atmosphere there, a lot of expensive apartments, trendy restaurants, and boutique food courts."
Tribeca was an abbreviation for a street, east of Broadway, which was considered a tourist destination in New York.
Li Du was not interested in that kind of place. He wanted to go to Chinatown for dinner.
There were more than 150,000 Chinese residents in New York's Chinatown, where there were many small rental houses and crowded apartments. People lived there, luxurious on the outside, but in fact, there were slums.
Many of the Chinese in Chinatown were illegal immigrants. They either came illegally or overstayed their visas, hiding there to make a living.
The driver was a little embarrassed and said, "At night, Chinatown is relatively chaotic, and I'm worried about meeting jerks. If you want to eat Chinese food, I suggest you go to Sunset Park in Brooklyn or Flushing in Queens. "
These two places were also Chinese gathering places, with more than 100,000 Chinese people, which showed how large the Chinese population was in New York.
"In Chinatown, Chinese food is not very famous, because there are many Vietnamese people there, and they have opened a lot of restaurants there, so …"
The driver shrugged, hoping he would change his mind.
Li Du smiled and said, "Don't worry, see my two buddies? They can take care of any bastard. "
He pointed behind him, and Godzilla folded his arms, revealing his exaggerated muscles. Brother Wolf was silent, but if one were to feel it carefully, one could feel the pride that seeped into his bones from Godzilla.
Seeing that Li Du was determined to go, the driver shrugged again and drove them there.
At this time, Chinatown became more and more lively. Li Du strolled around with Sophie, listening to the constant sounds of Chinese.
Cantonese, Hokkien, and Mandarin were the three most common languages. There were also Lu, Manchurian, and so on.
There were a lot of Chinese in Sunset Park and Flushing, but they didn't have the atmosphere of a Chinese gathering place like Chinatown.
On both sides of the street, there were restaurants, hotels, hot pot restaurants, barbecue shops, Sichuan restaurants, Northeast restaurants, Shandong restaurants, Northwest restaurants, and so on.
Many restaurant windows were transparent, and inside hung roasted pigs, roasted lamb legs, and all kinds of smoked meats. Some restaurants had fish tanks in front of their doors, and fresh fish were swimming in them.
Seeing Li Du snuggling up to a beautiful Caucasian woman and two burly men behind him, the sharp-eyed bosses immediately guessed that he was rich and came to recruit him.
"Boss, come here. This is the most vigorous seafood. Men will be hard after eating it, and women will be watery after eating it!"
"Boss, come and have a look. This is the authentic spicy hot pot. It's the best!"
"Big brother, come to our shop. It's the best to chew on big bones and drink big wine."
Li Du was engrossed in the atmosphere when he suddenly saw a familiar figure. He instinctively asked, "Cao Fan, Brother Cao?"
He saw a Chinese man in his thirties, with a mustache and a cheerful smile on his face. It was Cao Fan, the Chinese man he had met in Australia before.
His voice was not too loud, and Cao Fan did not hear him. A middle-aged man next to him heard him and pulled Cao Fan aside in surprise, pointing to Li Du for him to see.
Seeing Li Du, Cao Fan laughed. He quickly walked over, held Li Du's hand and said, "Brother Li, long time no see. I can't believe we met here. Tell me, other than fate, what else can I say?"
Li Du smiled and said, "This is fate. I was surprised too. I was worried that I might have mistaken you for someone else."
"Fan Er Gou is so ugly that he would usually be recognized," the middle-aged man next to him laughed.
Cao Fan turned around and gave him a punch. Then he introduced, "This is our young Chinese hero, Li Du. Don't be fooled by his young age. He is really good. This is my old cousin, Big Cat. "
Li Du shook hands with the middle-aged man and then asked in a low voice, "Brother Cao, what is this friend's real name?"
"Just call me Big Cat, and don't call him Brother Cao. Call him Er Gou," the middle-aged man said readily.
Cao Fan asked Li Du why he was here. Before he could speak, Cao Fan suddenly said, "You're here to attend the Harry Winston group's semi-annual meeting, right? I'm such a pig brain, asking when I already know the answer. "
"Not pig brain, dog brain," Big Cat said with a smile.
Obviously, he and Cao Fan were very close. Cao Fan laughed and did not hold back.
After chatting for a while, he learned that Li Du was looking for a restaurant to eat. Cao Fan invited him to dinner no matter what and said that he would introduce him to another young hero.
Li Du found it difficult to refuse, so he followed Cao Fan to a roast duck restaurant.
The roast duck restaurant was very popular. There were at least 50 people queuing at the door, most of them foreigners. Many of them were dressed in expensive clothes and had an extraordinary way of talking. It was obvious that they were people of the upper class.
The decoration of the restaurant was traditional and simple, and the main product was the authentic fruit wood roast duck. There was a large stove in the hall at the entrance, made of bricks.
Next to the stove was a large number of ducks that had been cleaned up. After the internal organs were removed, someone brushed layers of oil and seasoning on them, and then put them in some special boxes to steam to remove the moisture.
The fire in the stove was raging, and the chefs kept stuffing firewood into it. The wood was packed in small cardboard boxes, with the names of pear trees, apple trees, jujube trees, apricot trees, and other fruit trees written on them.
There was a hook in the stove, and an old Chinese man with a long white beard used a stick more than two meters long to pick the roast duck.
He kept fiddling with the stick, starting from the duck's head and tail. During the process, he kept moving and hanging it again until the duck was roasted with the right heat.
When Cao Fan and Big Cat appeared, a waiter immediately came over respectfully and took them to the top floor with small steps.
"The two inside are powerful people in our Chinese circle. One is called Tang Chaoyang, and the other is called Song Biaozi. But the younger brother is called Guan Zhaoyang, and the older brother is called Song Biaozi. Haha, they are both straightforward people," Cao Fan introduced on the way.
Listening to this introduction, Li Du felt a little familiar. He had met two such people before.
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