After the product launch, Wu Bo washed his face in the bathroom, leaned against the toilet sink, and silently lit a cigarette, watching the smoke ring in front of him.
The 5 million US dollar order contract ignited the enthusiasm of the employees of the polar printing company who came to the United States together. They suggested to Wu Bo to celebrate!
Such a large amount of sales was rare in the country, and it was worth celebrating!
The harvest this time made everyone feel that the United States could also be explored!
Wu Bo did not want to dispel everyone's enthusiasm, so he naturally pretended to agree to celebrate.
However, there were standards for the celebration. Everyone was already distressed about the expenses in the United States. In order to hold this launch, they had already spent more than 300,000 US dollars, and this money was from a foreign exchange loan from the Merchant Bank.
So naturally, they could not continue to be extravagant. They just found an ordinary restaurant and had a drink together!
After drinking, the group moved out of the luxurious Marriott Hotel and found an ordinary hotel. Only everyone knew how hard it was to put up a facade. It was all done with US dollars. Just the cost of a night's stay in the Marriott Hotel cost five or six thousand US dollars.
Capitalists were indeed black-hearted. Even a place to sleep was so expensive!
It looked good on the outside, but it hurt on the inside!
After Wu Bo packed his luggage, he handed a sweaty note to a Chinese account manager of the Yuanda Group.
"Mr. Yang, can you please send me to this place?"
"Harlem?" The manager called Yang frowned.
"Is there a problem?" Wu Bo asked nervously. This was the address that he had obtained after coming to the United States through his circle of classmates.
Manager Yang smiled bitterly. "This is the slum of Manhattan. It is mainly inhabited by black people and a small number of Indians and Asians. The public security is very bad. It is synonymous with drug abuse, violence, and murder. "
"Are you sure you remember correctly?" Wu Bo was a little doubtful. After he entered New York, he saw rows of skyscrapers, four or five story viaducts, colorful neon lights, and dense crowds and motorcade. When he first arrived, he felt very strange. His first impression was that this was a strange international metropolis, like a mirage.
How could there be slums?
Manager Yang smiled and said, "I grew up in New York, so I'm familiar with many places. I won't be wrong. In the United States, if you had the ability, you would feel like you were living in heaven. If you didn't have the ability, it was no different from hell. Looks like your friend isn't doing well. When a mainlander comes to America, the first choice is Flushing, followed by Chinatown. They won't even go to Brooklyn, let alone Harlem. "
"Please take me there." Wu Bo's heart was in his throat.
He got into Manager Yang's Cadillac and finally drove out of the bustling area. Not long after, the noise and excitement disappeared.
Some dark-skinned faces came and went, while others gathered in groups of three to five, hiding in the dark corners and looking at the passing cars and pedestrians.
Manager Yang said with a smile while driving, "I hate two kinds of people the most in my life. One is racist people, and the other is black people …"
After saying that, he couldn't help but smile.
Wu Bo came to his senses and also laughed. However, when they stopped in front of a dilapidated building, he could not laugh anymore.
The walls were covered with colorful graffiti. He looked at the dark doorway from the window and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
It wasn't because he saw the terrible situation here, because he had seen even worse shanty towns and villages, and even lived there for a period of time. Poverty was never a big deal.
He just felt sorry for her. How could she live in such a place!
She was originally a proud son of heaven. She had never suffered at all.
“ground
？” Manager Yang picked up the note again and looked at it before saying, "She lives in the basement, so I won't go in with you. You go see for yourself. I'll wait for you in front."
After Wu Bo got out of the car, he didn't go in directly. He lit a cigarette, took two quick puffs as if he wanted to satisfy his craving, and then threw it away.
As a result, the cigarette was endless, and there were already four cigarette butts on the ground.
Just then, a girl limped out of the dark corridor carrying a black garbage bag. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans. Her eyes were clean, and she was of medium height. Even though she didn't look good, she still gave off the feeling of being bathed in sunshine.
She didn't care about Wu Bo standing at the door. She just brushed the hair on her forehead, revealing a fine unibrow, and walked straight past him.
When her face brushed past Wu Bo, his head felt as if it was stuffed with paste, and it was very heavy.
When he saw her limping back, Wu Bo couldn't stop his tears from flowing.
He tried to think clearly, but it didn't work. His head was as wooden as a tree or a piece of steel.
She threw the garbage bag into the bin with a clang, and turned to see a man trying to wipe his tears off his face. She suddenly went crazy, and rushed into the corridor, ignoring the inconvenience of her legs.
"Zhao Qing!" Wu Bo hurriedly chased after her.
The door frame of the low basement entrance almost hit his head.
He saw a figure enter one of the rooms, and then there was the sound of a door closing.
"Zhao Qing!" Wu Bo stood at the door and called out passionately, hoping that the person would open the door for him.
"You've got the wrong person! I don't know any Zhao Qing! Hurry up and leave! Or I'll call the police! "An unfriendly reply came from inside the room.
Wu Bo leaned against the door and sat on the floor. He reached into his pocket and took out his harmonica. After taking a deep breath, he slowly blew into the room. He hoped that the person inside the room could hear his harmonica.
It was her favorite song from the Soviet Union. It was called 'Hawthorn Tree'. It was pure, beautiful, and romantic. For her liking, he would always play this song on the harmonica for her on various occasions.
After he finished playing, he looked at the door, but there was still no movement.
The person who came in from the corridor was an Asian girl. She looked at Wu Bo, but didn't say anything. She just opened the door next door, as if she was guarding against something. She turned sideways and entered the door, closing it with a bang.
Wu Bo looked at the time and walked outside.
He easily found Manager Yang's car. He leaned over the car window and said, "I'll have to trouble you for today. You can go back first. I'm here to talk to a friend."
Manager Yang rejected him bluntly. "You're alone? I'm not at ease. If anything happens, President Shen won't forgive me. "
"Go back. I grew up in the military compound at the border. Would you believe me if I told you that I started wrestling at the age of three?" Wu Bo didn't wait for his reply. He turned and waved at him. "That's it, go back."
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