Chapter 3 Section 02

New York. J． E． K．International airport lobby. Wang Qiming and Guo Yan dragged their heavy luggage and looked around in the labyrinth-like hall. All kinds of races gather in this hall, which seems to contain the whole world. On the large perfume advertisement, the beauties wink at Wang Qiming, who came all the way from the ancient oriental country.Wang Qiming felt that his eyes were not enough. "Hurry up! Why didn't my aunt come to pick me up!" Guo Yan tugged Wang Qiming's sleeve and pulled him back from the lost path. "Don't worry! Don't worry!" Wang Qiming explained, "My aunt is an American. Americans are trustworthy, so it's sure!"

A woman's soft English blared from the loudspeaker. "Didn't you learn  Eollowme?" Guo Yan said to Wang Qiming, "Prick your ears and listen, what are they talking about?" Wang Qiming really stood still and listened attentively.After listening for a while, he shook his head: "She spoke too fast!" "You can't understand if you speak slowly!" Guo Yan said straight away. "Listen to two more sentences, listen to two more sentences!" Wang Qiming waved his hands to Guo Yan and listened attentively. After a while, Guo Yan asked him: "Do you understand what?"

"She's talking," Wang Qiming thought for a while and said, "Ladies and gentlemen..." "Just these two sentences? Are there any more?" "There must be more! That is, I have to listen to it for a while..." "May i help You?" (Can I help you with something?) An airport service lady came up to ask. Wang Qiming was taken aback by the sudden English question, and looked at the lady with his mouth open. "May i help You?" the young lady asked again, her long eyelashes blinking again. "Ah, help, help...I" Wang Qiming stammered for a while, "i go home."

"Where is Your home?" (Where is your home?) "I...I...i go home." "Yes, I understand." (Yes, I understand.) The airport lady smiled and said very patiently, "Youd better tell me, where is your home, give me your home address maybe ican help you." (You'd better tell me your home address, maybe I can help you.) Wang Qiming was overwhelmed by the series of foreign words, and couldn't think of a better trick, just repeated "i go home. i go home." over and over again. "No problem," (no problem) the airport lady was a little impatient: "The front gate is overthere, go out and find a taxi, tell them, where do you want to go." (The front gate is overthere, after going out, call taxi, tell them, where do you want to go?")

They and their heavy luggage were pushed out of the airport gate. Just as they stood firm, a black man who was swaying at every step walked towards him. "Hi you, whats up man? Oh yey, i Know you man. You just got here. You need help. Let me tell you some thingman: J.E.K. Airport is very dangerous place, come with me man. See there that is my car. I take you home man." (Hey, what's up, I know you, you just got here, right? You must need help. But, I gotta tell you, this airport is dangerous. Don't be afraid, come with me, I'll drive you home go.) This black man on the streets of New York speaks a strong New York accent.Wang Qiming couldn't understand at all, he looked straight at the black man, and couldn't wake up from the dream no matter what.

"aunt!" Guo Yan suddenly let out a scream of excitement, like a survivor who had been wandering on the sea for three days and three nights suddenly saw the lifeboat.Wang Qiming and Guo Yan screamed, jumping up and down to Aunt Guo Yan's side with their feet off the ground. My aunt took his husband and walked a few steps, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! There's a traffic jam on the road, it's late, I'm sorry!" Wang Qiming and Guo Yan hurriedly saluted and called aunt and uncle several times in a row, fully showing the civilization and courtesy of the ancient oriental civilization.

My uncle was obviously twenty years older than my aunt, and he spoke with a strong Cantonese accent, "Welcome to New York! You have worked hard along the way!" Wang Qiming hurriedly said: "Not tired, not tired!" "Thank you, uncle and aunt!" Guo Yan followed suit politely. "Let's hit the road!" Aunt smiled and reminded them. "Ouch! Where's our luggage!" Guo Yan exclaimed, and everyone realized that the luggage was gone, and all that was left was their own backpacks. A luxurious Cadillac sedan with advanced equipment and spacious and comfortable seats.

Aunt drives the car.The car drives smoothly on the highway. Looking at everything outside the window, Wang Qiming felt extremely fresh and excited. The three-dimensional intersection highway with four or five floors up and down. Endless headlights, the row is more orderly and eye-catching. After a while, the bus station entered the subsea tunnel, and there were still Paikou street lights passing by the window. When the car climbed up from the tunnel under the sea, both Wang Qiming and Guo Yan yelled "Yah" at the same time. New York, like a mirage, with twinkling lights, was displayed in front of their eyes.

"This is New York," said my aunt. The two of them stared at the beautiful scenery, dumbfounded. After paying the bridge toll, the car drove into Manhattan, the bustling area of ​​New York. This grotesque city, the largest metropolis in the world, makes foreigners who have just arrived feel extremely novel. The car slowed down. All the cars here have become snails, slowly crawling forward little by little. Yellow taxis occupy most of the street.They insert when they see a gap, stand when they have time, do not give way to each other, and are able to do a job with ease in the river of cars.

One skyscraper after another, like one giant monster after another, looked down at the densely packed crowd and convoy, as if cars were crawling between their toes. Colorful neon lights, in various poses and with different expressions, compete for beauty and beauty, illuminating the night sky. The sky blue police car turned left and right in the crowded and frozen car river, screaming at the top of its voice. "Something happened," Wang Qiming said involuntarily. "No," my aunt smiled, "these police cars are a special feature of New York, and they are never idle 24 hours a day."

Wang Qiming opened his eyes wide in surprise. Three or four stunning fire trucks were stuck in the convoy, unable to move, howling miserably, seemingly helpless. "People who just came to New York," my uncle introduced with a strong Cantonese accent, "most of them are panicked, oh, what happened here, is something serious happened, in fact, nothing happened Happened. You see, don't people just go about their own business and go their own way?" Wang Qiming saw that the people outside were as if nothing had happened, and no one would glance at the noisy vehicles on the street.They are in a hurry, focusing on their own affairs and going their own way. "This place," Wang Qiming said emotionally, "is evil!" Guo Yan rolled his eyes at him. The car finally drove out of the bustling and lively area, and it didn't take long for the noise and excitement to disappear. What appeared before their eyes was: In front of dilapidated buildings, groups of street people hid in dark corners, bending over to warm themselves by the fire. On the side of the road, there were dirty homeless men lying all over the place, and they kept pouring alcohol into their mouths. Two scantily clad girls winked and waved at Wang Qiming in the car.Wang Qiming didn't know what to say. "This is... America? New York?" Wang Qiming suppressed his doubts and asked his aunt. "Yes. New York." My aunt answered in the affirmative. A luxurious Cadillac stopped in front of a dilapidated building. The aunt did not leave the seat, but turned her head and said to them: "Considering the economic situation when you first came here, the rent here is relatively cheap." As she said that, she took out an envelope from her branded wallet: "This is five hundred dollars, and my phone number, please accept it, you're welcome!" Wang Qiming and Guo Yan took the envelope, got out of the car tremblingly, and approached the house whose walls had been scrawled with unsightly paintings. "We," Wang Qiming asked, as if asking his wife, or asking himself, "Live here?" "No!" My aunt leaned out her upper body from the car window and said to them, "These floors are too expensive. I reserved the basement for you. The rent deposit is 400 yuan, plus the 500 I lent you today Yuan, the total is 900 yuan. My uncle and I have something to do tomorrow morning, if you have any difficulties, please call at 8:30 tomorrow night!" After reporting the itemized account to them, my aunt drove the car and left here. Wang Qiming and Guo Yan looked at each other, not knowing what to do. "Let's go in," Wang Qiming suggested after standing for a while. "Go ahead!" Guo Yan looked at the dark door in fear. The building was extremely dark, and the dim one-star light not only failed to bring light, but added a bit of ghostly air. Wang Qiming pushed open the door of the basement.The door groaned.An indescribable smell came over me. Guo Yan coughed twice. Wang Qiming turned on the small yellow lamp. An empty wooden fruit box from a supermarket, two chairs with their backs missing, a dirty double mattress—that was all the furniture. Guo Yan walked to the empty wooden box in a daze, and sat down slowly, resting her chin with her hands. Wang Qiming is examining this "home" He finds a small apartment, which surprises him.There was a rather small kitchen in the suite, and he turned on the gas stove, and the fire was still very hot, which surprised him again.A large refrigerator taller than one person is not broken and can be used.What surprised him even more was that there was a bathroom next to the kitchen.Turn on the faucet: hot water! He walked back to Guo Yan's side and stroked Guo Yan's hair. "I'm afraid," Guo Yan murmured. "With me, don't be afraid. There are fears living here, so let's move." "Where are you moving? You haven't heard that we all owe nine hundred yuan!" "Hurry up to make money and get her! When mentioning the debt, Wang Qiming looked resentful, "I have heard that the people here are impersonal, and today I have learned it!" " Guo Yan said sadly: "This place is unfamiliar with people, and no one will take care of it if you starve to death!" "I'm not hungry, I still have a bag of instant noodles in my backpack, I'll cook for you. You go take a shower first!" "bath?" Wang Qiming took his wife's hand, undressed her, and pushed her to the door of the bathroom. "You wash first, I'll be there later!" "You still have this interest!" "If you are not interested, you must have this interest! Hurry up!" This was their first day in New York.Two naked bodies embracing in the steam of the shower. They have nothing but their own naked bodies. There was nothing they could do but hug each other tightly. People in a hurry came out of the subway exit one by one, like turbid waves gushing out of the ground. Whites, blacks, yellows, browns, reds, mixed races, all kinds of nationalities from all corners of the world have sent their people to the long and narrow island of Manhattan, New York.The living space is small and the rhythm of people is fast. Everyone's 24 hours are fully scheduled.People here have become worker bees one after another, following their own routes, from underground to the ground, and then into the building from the street, and by virtue of the high-speed elevator, ascend to the top of the skyscraper above the clouds.People are busy, but they are not in a hurry.People's trajectories are quite unique, occasionally intersecting, but they do not interfere with each other, like the movement of planets, orderly. Wang Qiming is also a small planet.He got out of the subway, pulled his crooked suit with his hands, and walked on the signposts to see the way.In his hand, he was holding the phone call record that his aunt gave him early this morning, and compared it with the foreign language on the road sign. After all, he was a smart guy, and New York couldn't do much for him.After a while, he found the Chinese restaurant in Xiangyuan Building. At the door, he hesitated a little, pushed the door open and entered. The restaurant has not yet opened, and several waiters are preparing for various meals.His arrival did not attract their attention.They are still doing the job at hand.Only one young waiter, perhaps because he was the closest to Wang Qiming, laid out napkins, knives and forks, and lazily said: "We are not open yet." (We are not open yet.) Wang Qiming cherishes people's reception of him very much: "My surname is Wang, and Mr. Sun introduced me to work." The young waiter looked him up and down, and called out, "Miss Boss, someone is looking for you at the door." After finishing speaking, the waiter bowed his head to do his work again? With a burst of crisp high-heeled members of the Central Committee, a nearly middle-aged Chinese woman stepped out.She dressed up in a fashionable way, and when she saw Wang Qiming, she said in English: "Good morning. Sir. What can i do for you?" (Good morning, sir, what can I do for you?) Wang Qiming introduced himself again: "I, surnamed Wang, was introduced by Mr. Sun to work." "Oh, I got it." Seeing that, her attitude became much colder immediately, "You are welcome. There is no salary for three days before the trial work. The work is mainly to wash dishes in the kitchen, clean the stove, and clean the toilet. Scrubbing the floor. The salary is eight hundred a month." Wang Qiming felt that this woman was very refreshing, so he nodded with a smile. "Okay, that's all," the proprietress breathed out concluding, "Xiao Li, there is Mr. Wang outside, here to wash the dishes with you!" With the sound of high heels, she disappeared again. The one named Xiao Li, wearing a dirty apron, came out from behind. "Thank goodness, I'm finally doing the dishes!" He complained while wiping his hands, "If you let me do chores and wash the dishes, I'm really going to collapse!" According to the accent, this Xiao Li is from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Wang Qiming greeted him: "My surname is Wang, and I am here to wash dishes. I will ask for your advice from now on!" "! What can I teach you about washing dishes! Just wash it!" "Okay, where do you think I can wash?" "Don't worry, you'll be doing the laundry in a while. Don't be idle, you can chop the onions first!" Cutting onions is not a human job. Xiao Li's arrangement of work is very easy and simple: "This is a kitchen knife, and this is an onion; two baskets of slices, four baskets of diced!" American onions, have you tried them?The taste is several times more choking than Chinese onions.As soon as Wang Qiming made a few cuts, tears began to flow down the ground!So unambiguous!There were tears and snot, and they all flowed down, as if someone had blown a tear gas bomb. Diced?slice?I don't care about that much anymore.It would be nice to be able to cut it. Xiao Li came over to "teach" him: "You cut like this, if the proprietress sees you cutting like this, she will fire you! You have to tilt your face and turn your head to the side to cut. Do you understand?" Wang Qiming followed Xiao Li's teaching, and the effect was really good.Just as he was complacent, a comment from the proprietress came from behind him. "Yo, it was cut or bitten!" Wang Qiming turned around and saw that the proprietress was picking the green onions he had just cut. It's not wrong to scold them, those onions are in different shapes and shapes, and they don't have a stereotype, which is really ugly. "I pay 800 dollars a month, just want this kind of onion?" The proprietress muttered, "Everyone who just came here is so irresistible, especially from the mainland!" Wang Qiming was so old that he had never been reprimanded in person, and he felt very unhappy.Just as he was about to show something, the proprietress snatched the kitchen knife from his hand and demonstrated it by herself.I saw her slender hands and crimson fingernails dancing and flashing on the cutting board.The onion is obediently in her hand, and the cut onion is well-proportioned and beautiful. Wang Qiming first looked at the onion, and after a while he was attracted by the pair of slender hands, he was fascinated by it, the proprietress stopped her hands, and his eyes were still on those fingers. "Okay," the proprietress said after stopping her hands, "Mr. Wang, it's 10:40, and you have to cut everything before lunch at 11:30. Otherwise..." The words were not finished, but the meaning could not be understood.The proprietress left gracefully accompanied by the sound of high heels. Wang Qiming watched her off, then picked up the kitchen knife again.Much better, much better this time... At lunchtime, the restaurant is as busy as a battlefield. The waiter ran quickly between the kitchen and the store, announcing the name of the dish: "A sweet-scented osmanthus meat with white rice." "Two Furong eggs, no MSG!" "Yangzhou fried rice, less eggs." "Mr. Wang," the proprietress sneaked her head into the kitchen, "Hurry up, be quicker! There are many customers, you need to be quicker!" Before she finished speaking, she turned around and went to the store to entertain customers. "Long time no see Mr. John! How you doing-ing." (Long time no see, Mr. John!) "Oh you look dieerent today Janng, come this way." (Jenny, you look very different today. This way please.) "Hi Tomy everything ok man...Sure, i miss very much man!" Hearing the news that the proprietress was entertaining both ways, Wang Qiming felt that this woman was very interesting. Of course he has no time to take care of others. He washes the dishes seriously and honestly, more than washing his own dishes.The green detergent made his hands itchy, and the white bleach choked him so much that he couldn't keep his eyes open.I can't take care of it, I can't take care of all these things, I just want to wash the dishes and bowls clean, so that the proprietress has a smile on her face. But the more and more dishes were washed, it was too much to wash, and two mountains piled up around Wang Qiming. The waiter complained, the cups couldn't keep up, the plates couldn't keep up, and there weren't enough bowls... The proprietress ran into the kitchen from the cash register in the front of her body, kicked Wang Qiming away with her buttocks, and glared at him fiercely. He glanced at it, then rolled up his sleeves, and washed it by himself without saying a word. Wang Qiming stood aside, at a loss, thinking to himself, this time he is not far from being fired. "What are you still doing here, wash it!" the proprietress shouted to him while wiping her hands. Wang Qiming woke up like a dream, he still has to work here, and he can still do it here.He got excited, wash it!wash it!Fight!Beads of sweat fell from his head, and the newly put on white shirt was soaked in no time.Wash it, wash it, fight it!Fight!No matter what, the $800 per month must be earned; no matter what, they can't be thrown out!Fight!