Start from the old nine gates

Chapter 24 The First Arrival
Los Angeles, California.

The afterglow of the Great Depression still hangs over the city of Los Angeles.

The whole city is full of noisy, restless and decadent atmosphere.

The many high-rise buildings have also lost their former prosperity and become dilapidated and devastated.

The billowing black smoke from the chimney enveloped the blue sky all day long, and only faint sunlight penetrated down, making the whole city not so dark.

On the street, there are few pedestrians, and I occasionally see one, whose whole body is also tightly wrapped, without the openness of the future.

Of course, the most common ones are gangsters from various gangs, wandering casually on the streets.

"Hey, Mark, look at that guy on the other side of the street." A gangster suddenly tapped his companion with his arm.

"Ah."

Mark turned his head and looked in the direction of the gangster's arm, and soon saw a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes walking on the sidewalk of the other side.

The other party was wearing a gray gown and a gray-white scarf around his neck. He looked quite elegant.

"It turned out to be a man of yellow race." Mark's eyes suddenly brightened, "And from the looks of it, he should have just come to our place not long ago."

"It seems that our luck is good." Looking at the yellow man opposite, Mark grinned.

Americans are very arrogant and even look down on yellow people from the bottom of their hearts, even though many people in Los Angeles' Chinatown have become wealthy businessmen at this time.

The introverted personality of the yellow race, and the way they always calm down when things happen, are an extremely cowardly expression in their eyes.

Therefore, in their eyes, every person of the yellow race is a kind of big fat sheep, or a kind of big fat sheep raised in vain and fat without the slightest resistance.

"Let's go, let's follow." Mark called his companion, walked to the opposite sidewalk, and followed closely behind him.

Seeing the other party turning into an alley, Mark and Mark looked at each other and hurriedly chased them in.

inside the alley,

Chen Yuan stood there silently, while the two people in front of him were suspended in the air by an invisible force.

At this time, the two of them looked terrified.

I wanted to shout for help, but found that I couldn't make any sound.

"I didn't expect someone to bring me the most affectionate greetings from the other side of the ocean when I first came to the United States." Looking at the two people whose eyes were full of pleading, Chen Yuan had a mocking look on his face, "This really is a peaceful America."

At this time, the two of them really couldn't understand such a weird thing, looking at Chen Yuan in front of them, it seemed like they were looking at a demon from hell.

After all, in their understanding, there are only gods and demons.

The two people who couldn't understand Chinese, watched the completely incomprehensible content coming out of their mouths, and broke out in cold sweat uncontrollably.

I don't know what the demons in front of me want to do to them, the more I think about it, the more scared and fearful I become.

Soon Chen Yuan felt bored, and the English of the fourth level in the previous life was barely enough to communicate.

The two of them spoke very fast, chattering and not knowing what they were talking about.

Lift the palm of your right hand, open it, and pinch it slightly.

With a sound of "click", the fragile lives of the two people in front of them ended.

Afterwards, he took out nearly 20 US dollars scattered from the bodies of the two of them. Chen Yuan smiled and said: "It seems that these gangsters still have a lot of money, and they probably robbed a lot of people."

Based on the salary level in 1937, the more than 20 US dollars is also the wages of ordinary people for one or two months.

"For the time being, there is no need to worry about money."

Then he walked out of the alley with a calm face.

By the way, I looked up at the sky that was gradually getting dark.

Only then did Chen Yuan take a step forward, found an April's family hotel not far ahead, and walked in.

The space inside is not small, and within a few steps after walking in, you can see a counter with a fat middle-aged man sitting inside.

"Do you still have a room here?" Chen Yuan asked in broken English.

April, who was sitting at the counter, looked at Chen Yuan for a few seconds, and didn't seem to understand until Chen Yuan said it again.

"$2 a night." April replied, slowing down on purpose.

"Okay, stay for five days first."

After Chen Yuan understood, he breathed a sigh of relief. After taking out 10 dollars and handing it to the other party, he took the key to room 203 from the other party.

When I came to room 203, the furnishings inside were extremely simple. There was only a bed, a desk, a hanger, and a mirror hanging on the wall.

Lying on the bed, Chen Yuan didn't think about anything and fell asleep directly.

It was not until the next morning that I opened my eyes again. At this time, most of the exhaustion from the one-month boat ride had dissipated.

Came downstairs and ordered a breakfast in broken English.

While eating breakfast, he listened to the chattering and chattering of foreign languages ​​on the table next to him.

If you want to live in this strange country, English is an indispensable language.

Chen Yuan quickly realized the importance of learning English.

In the next few days, Chen Yuan spent 3 dollars to buy an English-Chinese dictionary, sat at the dining place and studied seriously, while listening to the communication of the guests coming and going.

Perhaps it was because of the mental power that had reached 12, Chen Yuan found that he was learning English very fast, and he could directly remember it after reading it once.

Three days later,
"Mr. April, good morning."

Chen Yuan walked up and down the stairs, and greeted him in proficient English.

"Mr. Chen, good morning." Chen Yuan, who walked down from April, asked with a smile, "What do you plan to eat this morning?"

"A glass of milk and a salad."

Chen Yuan replied, then walked to a table in the corner and sat down on his own.

It didn't take long for the small restaurant to be full of people.

Some of them are upstairs tenants, others are next door neighbors.

"Interesting, there are people who don't want to inherit the family property." A tenant sitting beside Chen Yuan suddenly muttered while looking at the newspaper in his hand.

"Maybe an illegitimate child doesn't care about these family properties at all?" A diner at another table interjected.

"You fart." Another diner said, "It might be that the old butler wants to embezzle the property for himself, and it's just a show."

Conspiracy theories one after another, spoken from the mouths of diners.

Obviously this is a way for them to vent their dissatisfaction with the rich and kill time.

This made Chen Yuan feel a little bit worried.

In the past few days, Chen Yuan has deeply felt the ubiquitous discrimination against people of yellow race.

And I came here by smuggling, without an identity certificate, I can't do many things.

Obtaining a new identity has obviously become the most important thing for Chen Yuan to solve.

Chen Yuan reached out to greet the waiter, and spent 5 cents to buy a newspaper from the waiter.

"The illegitimate son of the Evans family fled and refused to inherit the family property."

A few large characters were placed in the most eye-catching position of the newspaper, and Chen Yuan quickly found the relevant content.

(End of this chapter)