My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Li Fu led Lin Liang to the underground parking garage, while Thompson was responsible for guarding the surrounding area.

The air in the underground parking garage was filled with a faint smell of gasoline and rubber, and the incandescent light bulbs overhead emitted a slight humming sound.

"Tell me, how have you gotten through these past three years?"

Li Fu leaned against the black Maybach, a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers. Amidst the swirling smoke, he looked at his long-lost junior brother with a complex expression.

They had just tried to contact his father via encrypted phone, but the call didn't go through, and they would have to try again later.

Lin Liang rubbed his hands together, a simple and honest smile appearing on his weathered face. "When I arrived in Los Angeles, you disappeared without a trace, and I was really panicked. Later, when I ran out of money and my passport expired, making me an undocumented immigrant, I panicked even more."

"And then?" Li Fu asked with a smile.

If he weren't a time traveler, he would definitely be panicked too. The dilapidated community was in complete chaos, even more chaotic than China in the 1980s before the crackdown on organized crime. Gang wars broke out at the drop of a hat.

Who wouldn't panic in this situation?

"Later, I spent two months in an underground boxing ring," Lin Liang said casually. "Then I heard that the Los Angeles city government suddenly launched some new policy, saying it was for diversity and to attract outstanding talents. There were articles in the newspapers about monks getting green cards. I thought to myself, I'm no worse than him! So I decided to give it a try."

Li Fu's fingers, holding the cigarette, paused slightly. "An outstanding talent?"

"Yes!" Lin Liang seemed to find the whole thing quite absurd. "The staff asked me if I had ever won a major competition. Our city once held an international martial arts exchange competition, and I won a silver medal in the Bajiquan category. It was even in the newspaper at the time, you can find it there."

"You've already got your green card?" Li Fu suddenly felt his throat go dry.

His situation was much more difficult back then. Of course, it wasn't exactly difficult, but he did manage to resolve his identity issue by clinging to Lucy's coattails, even though it was nominally a talent recruitment program.

This kid's life has been far too easy.

"No, not really..." Lin Liang shook his head.

Li Fu instantly felt a little better. How could a little kid possibly be more at ease than him, a transmigrator?

To everyone's surprise, Lin Liang continued, "They said that a green card application requires meeting three conditions, and now I have two. I just need to prove that I am a member of the martial arts association. Once all the materials are submitted, the application will be approved, so I quickly called my master..."

"Is it that simple?" Li Fu's cigarette fell to the ground with a thud.

Lin Liang nodded. "It's that simple."

In the United States, the differences between states are sometimes greater than those between other countries.

States that oppose immigration have extremely strict conditions, while places that welcome immigrants have extremely lenient conditions.

Los Angeles, in particular, is practically an immigrant paradise. As long as you have enough ability or are lucky enough to encounter preferential policies, getting a green card is a breeze.

The outstanding talents that Lin Liang mentioned exist in many Democratic states, and the conditions are indeed as he described.

Winning a national or international martial arts competition, being a member of a Bajiquan-related association, and having reported materials were all three things that were enough to get a green card in Los Angeles in 2009.

There are martial arts competitions every year, and it's even easier to win awards in competitions that involve international exchanges. The reporting materials are newspapers from the previous two years, which are easy to find.

As for the members of the relevant associations, they are even easier to fool.

Li Yitang could easily produce a whole bunch.

Lin Liang received his green card in less than six months from application to issuance.

Li Fu, this time traveler, only obtained his identity through a woman.

His junior colleague, on the other hand, easily obtained permanent residency by relying on an old newspaper in China and a bizarre "outstanding talent" policy.

The difference in quality is immediately apparent!

While Li Fu was happy for his brother, his heart skipped a beat, and then he felt a chill run down his spine.

Lin Liang obtained a green card based on his outstanding talent status, which meant that his past experience, such as awards and even... mentorship relationships, were all included in the review system at the time.

Still in Democratic-controlled California.

Lin Liang was a master of Bajiquan, and so was Li Fu.

His YouTube channel still has videos from his "$20 Bodyguard" series from several years ago, in which he uses Bajiquan moves to knock down a burly man.

If all of this is just a coincidence...

So how do you explain Lin Liang's current employment at Forrest Capital, which is also the founder of Forrest Capital?

Now that he is facing congressional scrutiny, it is difficult for his enemies not to associate him with Lin Liang.

Then, by following Lin Liang's information, you can find his father, and then it's hard for neighbors, relatives and friends not to reveal some information that he once served in the military.

Li Fu felt like his head was about to explode.

His invulnerability to being chosen was shattered the moment Lin Liang appeared.

As long as the FBI or CIA investigators with their magnifying glasses follow Lin Liang's trail, they will definitely find his father, Li Yitang.

By then, he would have been exposed.

He served in the military... suddenly disappeared... an American financial tycoon—connecting these pieces of information makes it unnecessary to prove he was a spy.

The fact that he has military connections with a major Eastern power is enough to turn his current business empire into a noose that will strangle him, and his allies will not be able to come forward to save him.

"Quickly, call my dad right now," Li Fu wanted to do something to salvage the situation immediately.

If there is no way to salvage the situation, then transfer all the shares to Lucy as soon as possible, disappear without a trace, and never appear in public again.

Fortunately, I ran into Lin Liang today. If I had waited until he went to Parliament to be questioned, I would have only then discovered Lin Liang.

That would be like handing yourself to the line of fire.

If possible, this loophole must be plugged now before the FBI and CIA do, but he doesn't have a good idea of ​​how to do it right now.

What else can we do?

Contact the National Security Bureau to have them erase all traces?

The key question is whether there is enough time?

Why should Beijing Guoan cooperate with him?

What if the other party needs time to evaluate?

These are all problems!

However, Li Fu didn't have time to think about that. He opened the car door, shoved Lin Liang into the car, and took out a specially made encrypted satellite phone, stuffing it into Lin Liang's hand.

"Quick, call now," he said, not caring whether his father, Li Yitang, was asleep.

Lin Liang felt a little guilty looking at his senior brother's appearance. He also realized that his sudden appearance might have caused some trouble.

Li Fu rolled down the car window and beckoned Thompson over. "No one is allowed to enter the underground parking garage without my permission."

Thompson nodded and immediately ordered his men to seal off all entrances to the underground parking garage.

The call still couldn't be connected after it was dialed.

Because of the time difference, Li Yitang might be sleeping, or she might simply be mistaking it for a spam call.

After all, he had been terribly scammed before.

Li Fu took the phone himself and dialed again.

Finally, the call connected.

"Dad, it's me. Don't say anything yet, listen to me..."