It was Laurent's first time going to the villa since he'd arrived in Los Angeles.
"Dad, you're finally here. Where have you been these days?"
"It was an emergency and I had no choice," Laurent said helplessly. "Fali, your belly is so big. Sit down."
"Dad, aren't you retired? What else do you need to do?" Fali asked, confused.
"Personal matters."
No matter how much Laurent and Chen Zhao hated each other outside, they would always act so loving in front of Fali.
Chen Zhao didn't plan to hurt Laurent in the next two days either.
It was New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow. No matter what, Chen Zhao wanted to have a happy holiday with Fali.
The day after tomorrow was New Year's Eve. No matter what, Chen Zhao wanted to have a good time with Fali.
For example, he would give his subordinates red packets and visit friends and relatives on the first day.
Chen Zhao called Felwood Cisco and went straight to the construction site.
After his previous experience, Felwood didn't panic and think that Chen Zhao was looking for trouble.
With his previous experience, Felwood didn't panic anymore, thinking that Chen Zhao was looking for trouble.
He knew that these two days were Chinese's most important traditional festival, New Year.
He knew that these two days were the most important traditional Chinese festival, the Spring Festival.
"Mr. Chen, you must be joking. I think the construction team welcomes you. You can ask them if you don't believe me."
"Mr. Chen, you must be joking. I think the construction team would welcome you. You can ask them if you don't believe me."
After all, they were quite happy to have such an employer.
Giving red packets during New Year was called lucky money for the younger generation.
Giving red packets during New Year was called lucky money for the younger generation.
Literally, it meant that the older generation hoped that their children could grow up slowly.
On the other hand, giving red packets to the subordinates was called auspicious, which meant blessing.
Chen Zhao still came to give red packets to the workers himself.
Most of the workers recognized Chen Zhao.
Because the amount of work this time was larger than the last time, some of them were newly added.
They didn't know Chen Zhao yet, but they were still very happy to know that they would receive a large sum of money.
Chen Zhao remembered clearly when he got the Native American.
"Hey, buddy. How are you?"
"Mr. Chen, thank you." The Native American looked at Chen Zhao sincerely.
He indeed needed a sum of money. Chen Zhao's red packets had indeed helped him a lot.
In the United States, Native Americans were treated far worse than other races.
Although the United States had laws to protect the Native Americans, most of the Native Americans still stayed in their private lands.
A small number of people chose to blend into the environment, just like the Native American in front of them.
Chen Zhao didn't know about Native American etiquette. In fact, each tribe had different etiquette.
So he just shook the hand of the Indian worker.
The Native American tapped his forehead and then scratched Chen Zhao's palm.
"May Ah Zu embrace you, kind man."
"I wish you the same, my friend."
After Chen Zhao gave out the red packets, the workers went back to work.
Felwood Cisco walked over. "Mr. Chen, do you have any other requests regarding engineering?"
"No, I just hope to finish it as soon as possible. Of course, that's under the premise that the quality is guaranteed."
"I'll supervise the whole process," Felwood said.
Generally speaking, as the boss of an engineering company, Felwood Cisco did not need to supervise the whole process.
However, this list was too important to him.
He had to supervise the whole process. He did not want to make any mistakes and affect Chen Zhao's impression of him.
On the way home, Chen Zhao suddenly remembered that they had to set off fireworks on New Year's Eve.
However, the supermarket here did not sell fireworks. There were specialized stores that sold them.
Chen Zhao picked up his phone and searched. He found a fireworks supermarket.
After half an hour's drive, Chen Zhao took a detour to the fireworks supermarket.
There were two or three Chinese people in the supermarket who were also buying fireworks. The cashiers were also Chinese.
Chen Zhao started to walk around the supermarket.
Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind him. "Chen Zhao."
Chen Zhao turned around and saw a familiar yet strange face.
Chen Zhao remembered that this woman was the same age as him. She was his high school classmate.
She was also the prettiest girl in the class, but Chen Zhao really could not remember her name.
"Uh …"
"It's really you, Chen Zhao. I thought I got the wrong person." The prettiest girl smiled at Chen Zhao. "Did you not remember my name?"
"Zhou Bingbing?" Chen Zhao asked tentatively.
The prettiest girl rolled her eyes. "You really forgot. I'm Li Qiong."
"Haha … I was joking with you. How could I forget, prettiest girl?" Chen Zhao laughed awkwardly.
"How come you're in America?" Li Qiong looked at Chen Zhao.
She was really surprised to see Chen Zhao here.
Of course, Chen Zhao was surprised too.
"I can't live in China anymore, so I came out to harm the American people."
"I didn't think you were so naughty in school."
"How are you? Did you come out to work? Or emigrate? "
"Emigrate. I emigrated after high school," Li Qiong said.
"I didn't expect that. Do you have kids now?"
"Not yet."
"Single?"
"Single. Why? Do you want to chase me?"
"Just asking. I already have a family." Chen Zhao laughed. "But you're so pretty. How can you still be single?"
"Did you forget about the rumors in high school?"
"Uh …"
Chen Zhao really did not forget about the prettiest girl in the class.
It was said that Li Qiong had once said that if she wanted to find a husband in the future, she should find a rich, talented, and handsome man. She couldn't lack any of them.
After all, this was in China and in high school.
So, Li Qiong's reputation in school wasn't good.
"I can't help it. It's really hard to find a man I like in this world," Li Qiong said in self-pity.
But this was also because Li Qiong was already pretty. To put it bluntly, she was a natural beauty.
Plus, she had a good family background. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to emigrate ten years ago.
She was also the only daughter in her family, so she was like a little princess at home.
But after graduating from university and working, her arrogance was gone.
After all, this was America, not the rural middle school that she and Chen Zhao studied in.
Here, there were many people with better family backgrounds and prettier than her.
Even her family couldn't help her much here.
But it was a habit that had been formed since young. How could it be changed so easily?
She even called out to Chen Zhao with some pride, wanting to show off in front of him.
"Oh, what are you doing now?"
"Teaching," Chen Zhao said.
"Teaching? That's not bad," Li Qiong said, smiling.
In California, the average annual income of a teacher was more than seventy thousand dollars.
"I couldn't tell, but your grades were so average. I didn't expect you to be a teacher abroad."
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