The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 30: I can't refute

Although Wang Fugui said this, his body had already gotten into Jonas' car.

Jonas got in the driver's seat and said with dissatisfaction as he fastened his seat belt: "You are prejudiced, Wang!"

"You are the guy who wants to turn everyone in the world into drug addicts, so you have no right to criticize me."

"You are also prejudiced. At least, my neighbors are kind and they definitely don't want to hurt you."

"So, where do you live Attorney Jonas."

“Newport Beach, south of Los Angeles.”

When Wang Fugui heard the name, his expression became distorted: "Shut up, Jonas! That's a damn rich community!"

Xiu Nuo was sitting in the back row, and when he heard this he asked casually, "What do you mean?"

"The police in the rich areas are all smiling. If you wave at them, they will greet you and wish you a good day, and ask if you need help. But the same policeman in the slums may directly pull out a gun and point it at you."

"Speak English King!"

Wang Fugui repeated it again.

Jonas obviously has a completely different view on this matter: "Of course, at least the police in the wealthy area don't have to worry about those wealthy guys pulling their hands out of their pockets to say hello and then holding a gun that can kill them."

"Why do I feel like you two are living in two different worlds?" Xiunuo couldn't help but ask.

"In fact, they are two different worlds." Wang Fugui was too lazy to argue with Jonas about this matter, and just said: "Besides, this guy must know it, he is just pretending to be stupid."

Jonas, who was driving, laughed and said, "Some, some, only some. By the way, Wang, you have a green card, where are you going to get off? You know, I still have to make arrangements with my boss."

"Just find a city and drop it off to me. I can go home by myself."

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time. Do you want me to throw you into Chinatown?"

"Jonas, you've checked my background, so stop pretending, okay?" Wang Fugui said, and he didn't forget to remind Xiu Nuo: "Boss, this guy must have checked you, but believe me, he is destined to find nothing."

"Oh why?"

"Because he's a drug dealer." Wang Fugui chuckled. "If his side job wasn't selling flour, he might be able to find out some things about your country through his connections. But unfortunately, this bastard is a drug dealer!"

Although Xiunuo didn't know what was going on, he probably understood it.

Because he is a drug dealer, his network of connections is useless in the mysterious oriental country?
A few hours later, Wang Fugui got off the car. He did not forget to say to Xiu Nuo: "Boss, if you need anything, remember to call me anytime. If it's work, that would be even better. I should be unemployed now."

"of course."

Wang Fugui left. Xiu Nuo stared at the city outside and asked casually, "Where are we going?"

"I have arranged accommodation for you, boss."

The car started again, and Xiunuo silently looked at the extremely strange world outside.

He thought that his previous experiences were enough to help him understand this world, but after actually entering this city, Xiunuo found that it was still too little.

There are tall buildings and busy traffic, which is different from any country I have seen on the road before.

It seems that in addition to refining the soul, I really need to thoroughly understand what is going on in this world.

He is a monk after all, but why does he find everything new to him now, like a country bumpkin.

Gradually, the surrounding high-rise buildings disappeared, replaced by scattered single-family houses, surrounded by various graffiti, etc. It was the first time, really the first time, that Xiunuo saw a genuine smile on the face of someone on the street.

It was a relaxed, natural smile.

The people he had met along the way were all bitter and vengeful, and were alert and sensitive, but now, the people in this place were extremely relaxed.

Finally, the car stopped in front of the garage door of a two-story house.

Jonas got out of the car and opened the door: "We're at the boss."

"Is this the beach you mentioned?"

"No, this is Silver Lake, one of my properties. You still need to get familiar with America. Although I really want to take you directly to Newport Beach, where the environment is indeed better, 90% of the people there are white. This is no problem for white people, but believe me, if you show up there now, you may be questioned by the police."

Xiu Nuo was a little confused: "Didn't Fugui say that the police there all had smiling faces?"

"Yes, but you have to have skin. If you don't have skin, the police have to recognize you. And your current identity is an illegal immigrant. Others only see that Newport Beach has good security, but there is no such thing as good security. The only thing is that people who threaten public security are driven away by the police."

"That's really interesting." Xiu Nuo followed him out of the car. The neighbor next to him was mowing the lawn. When he saw the person coming, he raised his hand and greeted him: "Qiao, how come you have time to come back today? This is not your day to come back."

Jonas responded enthusiastically: "Let me introduce you to Mr. Bruce. He is my friend, a good friend. This house will belong to him from now on."

After Jonas finished speaking, he explained to Xiunuo, "Bruce Davis is well-known for his kindness in this community. Don't worry, he, or the people here, are different from those you met on the road before."

While Xiunuo was still trying to figure out what it meant, Bruce had already walked over and extended his hand to Xiunuo: "Bruce Davis, welcome to join this community. Forgive me for having prosopagnosia. I can't even tell where you are from? So, can you tell me, sir? Japanese, Korean, or Oriental?"

Xiunuo smiled and said, "Xiunuo, an Oriental."

"Oh! There aren't many Orientals in Silver Lake. The fact that you can come here proves that you are really good enough. I like Orientals so much." Bruce smiled and said, "I like your food! I have several Oriental friends, and their food always amazes me. I hate them. Do you know why?"

"kindness?"

"Because every time I go to their house for dinner, it takes me days to convince myself to eat that damn cereal! Hahahaha."

Xiu Nuo smiled as well. He was a little surprised that this person actually had no ill intentions at all, except...
"Okay, that's enough introductions Bruce, hurry up and mow up your lawn. I'll show him inside."

Jonas brought Xiunuo into the house, and Jonas threw a key to Xiunuo: "This house is yours now, boss. Don't worry, I will still bear the various taxes and fees every year."

Xiunuo looked around the house and found it was well decorated.

"They're different, aren't they?" Jonas asked suddenly.

"Yes, a little bit. I'm still not used to it."

"Nothing is hard to adapt to." Jonas shrugged. "The environment and security in Silver Lake are pretty good. There are many artists and young people living here. They are happy to accept new cultures. This is a place I specially selected. But, don't you like it here, boss?"

"How should I put it?" Xiunuo found a sofa and sat down, saying calmly: "The environment here is very good, quiet yet lively. The people here are also very nice, friendly and polite."

"I think you must have something else to say, boss. Um, so what?"

"So." Xiunuo looked at Jonas with a smile, "It would be better if you could be less arrogant. Just because I can come here, it proves that I'm excellent? I can see that he has no ill intentions, so this is what surprised me the most. He thinks it's natural. In his mind, Asians are not worthy of living here, right?"

Jonas' smile suddenly became awkward.

"You didn't deny it."

"I can't argue with that."

(End of this chapter)