Chen Zhao dragged his luggage and walked out of the airport.
He'd heard that foreigners were all living in misery. With the concept of saving the world, he had to come and save them.
Two women stood at the door. One was Chen Zhao's mother. The other was a Caucasian woman who was her assistant. She seemed to be called Sally.
Chen Zhao was an accident doctor. He'd had a medical accident in China and could no longer work in this field.
So, his mother brought Chen Zhao to America. It wasn't hard for a CEO of a pharmaceutical company to do this.
Of course, in return, Chen Zhao had to donate his bone marrow when her daughter, who was also his half-sister, needed it.
Chen Zhao's mother had divorced his father a long time ago. Then, she'd gone abroad to work. Now, she was the CEO of a pharmaceutical company.
But this didn't have much to do with Chen Zhao. They were more like familiar strangers.
They'd only contacted each other a few years ago.
Chen Zhao's mother's help was more like a trade.
Of course, their relationship wasn't bad.
His parents had divorced early on. It wasn't anyone's fault. They just couldn't get along. It was that simple.
He didn't despise the poor and love the rich, nor was he forced by reality.
In the end, Chen Zhao chose his father. It was that simple.
Chen Zhao wasn't someone who lacked maternal love.
"This is your green card and bank card. There's ten thousand dollars in it."
"Thank you." Chen Zhao accepted the things.
"Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No … Call me when she needs me."
Chen Zhao's mother nodded. "What industry are you planning to go into?"
"You don't have to worry about that. I have my own plans."
Plan my * ss. Chen Zhao didn't even know where to live now.
"If you plan to go back to your old profession, you better get a medical license first. If you practice medicine illegally, you'll be sent back and go to jail."
"Got it."
After saying goodbye to his mother, Chen Zhao dragged his luggage onto a taxi.
"Where to?" The taxi driver was a black man.
"Help me find a motel. Thank you." Chen Zhao's English wasn't very good.
"Korean? Japanese? Chinese? "
"Chinese."
"Hi, I'm Vincent. What are you doing here?"
"Escaping."
"God, is China that dangerous?"
"No, something happened in China, so I had to escape."
Fine, I'm a doctor, "Chen Zhao answered helplessly.
Chen Zhao had heard that every black man was a chatterbox, and Vincent was the perfect proof of this.
"Buddy, can you tell me what happened?"
"One of the patients I took over was operated on without his family members signing the disclaimer. Unfortunately, he died, and I became the murderer."
"Fine. It's a sad story. Why didn't the family sign the disclaimer?"
Chen Zhao really didn't want to discuss this topic. Was he supposed to tell this black man that this was a common trick of some medical troublemakers and have him denounce the cold-blooded and heartless countrymen with him?
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"The requirements are very simple. Good environment, clean and tidy, delicious food, cheap prices, and best of all, beautiful women."
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"Okay," Vincent said. "It's only ten dollars a night."
Vincent seemed to know the owner of the motel. He was a short and fat white man with a big beard. Perhaps because of the remote location, there wasn't much business. The owner was dozing off at the counter.
It seemed that Vincent knew the owner of this motel. He was a short and fat white man with a big beard. Perhaps because the location was remote, there was not much business. The owner was dozing off at the counter.
Ethan opened his eyes slowly. He seemed a bit slow. He looked at Vincent and then at Chen Zhao. "Okay, fifteen dollars a night."
Ethan opened his eyes slowly. His reaction seemed a bit slow. He looked at Vincent and then at Chen Zhao. "Okay, fifteen dollars a night." Chen Zhao nodded. "Okay."
Ethan opened his eyes slowly. He seemed a bit slow. He looked at Vincent and then at Chen Zhao. "Okay, fifteen dollars a night."
"Hey, Ethan, don't be like this. He's my brother."
"Okay, if you give me cash, I'll give you ten dollars a night and breakfast."
"Do you have ID? Driver's license is fine too. "
Chen Zhao took out his green card. After registering, Ethan brought him to a room.
It wasn't as dirty as Chen Zhao had imagined. At least, it was acceptable. There was a bathroom and a bedroom. One side was by the window, so the light was good.
"Vincent, can you give me your contact number? If I need a car, I'll find you."
"Of course, I'll be happy to."
Before Vincent left, he hugged Chen Zhao. Chen Zhao was still not used to the overly warm American etiquette.
However, Vincent was a friendly black man. At least, Chen Zhao had a good impression of him.
This place was his home ….
At least, he would live here for a long time in the future.
Until he earned enough money or couldn't survive anymore.
Chen Zhao took out his luggage. When he took out a metal box, Chen Zhao seemed especially solemn.
This metal box had been passed down in the Chen family for generations. Chen Zhao's father had been a magician.
Chen Zhao was very curious about how his half-illiterate father had managed to pursue the genius mother.
It was said that if one opened the box, they would have to inherit the Chen family business.
However, Chen Zhao had never been able to open the box, so he was very glad.
After all, even being a third-rate doctor was much better than being a magician. At least, that was what Chen Zhao thought.
Suddenly, the door opened. Chen Zhao, who was standing behind the door, stumbled. He didn't hold the metal box properly and it fell to the ground.
Then, the metal box that he had tried countless times to open was opened in such a careless way.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Ethan stood outside the door with a hamburger and fries in his hand.
"Err … It's okay. Is it for me?"
"No, I just came up to see if you needed help. Looks like you don't. Goodbye."
Ethan's answer made Chen Zhao's hand freeze in midair. He was very embarrassed and disappointed, especially when he was very hungry.
Chen Zhao closed the door again and picked up the metal box from the ground.
Chen Zhao had thought that there would be something in the box. Maybe a secret manual or some secret treasure.
But there was nothing inside. It was empty. This made Chen Zhao even more disappointed.
It was even more disappointed than not getting any food …
Chen Zhao was about to put the metal box back on the table when he suddenly kicked something.
"Where did this dog come from?" Chen Zhao realized that there was a Shar Pei by his feet.
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