I am not a half-breed who masters the Eight Wonders

Although Lao Tang is of Chinese descent, he has lived in North America all year round, and because the appearance of the Dragon King grows with his inner thoughts, over time, in addition to the softness of the Orientals, he also has a little bit of the rigidity of the Westerners.

Old Tang shook his head cheerfully: "I am Chinese, Chinese-American."

The driver understood: "Oh, got it, green card."

Old Tang opened his mouth, wanting to explain that a green card is not a nationality, but after thinking about it, he closed his mouth again.

The explanation is also unclear, and maybe it will become more and more confusing, which is unnecessary.

The driver didn't say much: "Where are you going?"

Old Tang did not pretend to take out his mobile phone to look at the map, and asked directly, "Are there any special delicacies around?"

This year's travels have also allowed Old Tang to sum up his experience. In a city, if you are looking for companies and schools, you can ask for express delivery, if you are looking for someone's residence, you can ask for takeaway, and if you are looking for special attractions, you can ask for rental.

Find the right one.

The driver cheerfully said: "My little brother is returning to China to travel? Do you want to try the situation? Or Quanjude? Brick Factory? Or Siji Minfu? Those of you who come from other places like to eat, and they are all very close to here. But we locals don’t eat much.”

Old Tang didn't think too much: "Go to the nearest one."

"Alright, put on your seat belt."

The car started and poured into the rolling traffic, as if blending into a long dragon. This dragon has no end and no end, but it can't be seen at a glance.

Old Tang was sitting in the back seat, looking out the car window at the rapidly moving scenery on both sides of the road.

Tall buildings stand tall, there is a lot of traffic, and people come and go.

This city has some indescribable charm, like a learned man who is getting old, and like a young man full of vitality.

The wind brought a familiar smell, and Old Tang felt that this smell was a little familiar, like an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

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124. Antecedents

As the saying goes: 1 road idiots can walk [-] roads.

Another person said: There is no way in this world, if there are too many ways, there will naturally be a way.

Although Old Tang usually looks carefree and heartless, he still has a clear understanding of himself.

For example, the fact that I am actually a road idiot.

Old Tang never denied this fact, and even when others asked him for directions, he would not presumptuously give others directions, but told the other party very sorry that he did not know the way.

(manually @罗罗麦娅·苏RON here)

So even though the navigation at the beginning reminded him that the nearest store was only about 300 meters away, he did not follow the route marked on the map to find it, but resolutely chose to take a taxi.

There are two advantages to doing this.

Firstly, taxi drivers are familiar with the terrain and absolutely know the local characteristics like the back of their hands.

Secondly...Old Tang wanted to familiarize himself with the terrain.

That's right, Old Tang still hasn't given up on finding the way, a great cause that is very difficult for him.

After all, every road idiot has a heart that refuses to admit defeat.

In fact, Old Tang also has a warm heart. He also wants to list out several routes for others to choose when they ask him for directions.

(Here again @罗纳诺亚·苏RON)

The driver made many twists and turns and still sent Old Tang to a bad situation.

In fact, Old Tang knows this place. There is a similar store in Flushing, the largest Chinese settlement in the United States. I heard that the taste is not bad, but Old Tang has never been there.

The reason is probably because Flushing is in Queens, and Old Tang lives in Brooklyn. He is afraid that he will get lost and not be able to go home after eating.

In fact, there is a deeper reason.

Old Tang has no money.

The place where Old Tang lives is called an apartment, but it is actually a dilapidated tube building.

It is said that many people may not understand the concept of Tongzilou, so another way of saying it should be much clearer.

Barracks, student dormitories, and government buildings in the 80s and [-]s.

If this is still not clear, then you can watch the movie "Kung Fu" by Master Xing. In it, the pig cage walled by the renters is a typical Tongzilou residential area.

The characteristic of this kind of building is that there are many rooms, but each room is small in size when taken out individually. There is no separate division area in the room, and a long corridor is connected outside the room, leading to public toilets and bathrooms.

People live bustlingly with each other.

High emotional intelligence: increase the relationship between neighbors.

Low emotional intelligence: productive breeding where capital squeezes value.

If placed a few decades ago, Tongzilou was still a type of housing that was very lively, livable, and had many advantages, but now, Tongzilou has only one advantage: cheap.

People living in this kind of place certainly cannot be said to be rich, they can only be said to be poor to a certain extent.

And Old Tang is such a poor man.

Bounty hunters are like web writers. They are not a stable and legitimate industry in themselves, with extremely high upper and lower limits.

Those who are capable can make millions of dollars in a single task, and those who are incompetent don't say whether they can make money, and they are lucky if they don't put their lives on it.

As far as the past is concerned, Old Tang is also the kind with little ability among the vast hunter group.

But the King of Bronze and Fire couldn't be said to be incapable, only Old Tang was incapable.

But Old Tang is lucky, he can barely make ends meet with a little bit of trivial tasks, and he is also easy to be satisfied, he will not need to buy a car, a house, or prepare a dowry like men and women who are about to get married.

In fact, he has been single for thousands of years.

Of course, not only him, but also the other dragon kings.

If the dragon king can evolve into other species, the eight of the four thrones may be renamed the eight single dog kings.

This is not counting the black king who was hacked to death by humans and the white king who was killed by the black king.

So in this story, if we have a high bloodline, the sorrow of blood will be too high. This kind of loneliness of the second disease can easily make people unable to find a partner.

Cough, I went astray.

To get back to the topic, Old Tang has no partner, doesn’t need to get married, and he himself doesn’t have anything that needs to be spent, so he doesn’t need to pretend to go to a nightclub or something like that and say “the consumption of the whole venue is very expensive.” Mr. Tang will pay the bill."

He just wants to live the life of an ordinary person. He eats, sleeps, and eats. He does tasks when he has no money. When he has money, he plays games at home. When friends come, he may not be able to eat anything good, but hot dogs and Coke are enough. , He can also take his friends to travel around the United States in a greyhound.

Under such circumstances, Old Tang naturally didn't have any good things about him, so Old Tang had only heard of such "high-end" catering services as Ji Qi, but had never tried them.

He doesn't know what Gu Bei thinks, no matter which city he goes to, he must eat all the local delicacies, but in fact, in his opinion, these things are no different from hot dogs and cola.

Except more expensive.

After a trip of consumption is over, Old Tang credits it to the account.

This is what I learned from Gu Bei.

It can only be said what to learn from whom. Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, and those who are close to Bei will not learn well.

Walking out of the store holding his belly and picking his teeth, Old Tang looked at the vast traffic and suddenly didn't want to take a taxi.

The taxis in the capital are really expensive. The starting price is thirteen, and the road is still blocked. With that kung fu, Old Tang can get there in less than 10 minutes by throwing off his good legs.

It is less than 300 meters, there are not many turns, and I was taken by a car, and I have a navigation in my hand...

Old Tang felt that this wave of his own was at the right time, place and people!

It is impossible to get lost!

My old Tang's wish is to use my legs to measure every inch of land under my feet!

Let's go!

Old Tang set off.

After half an hour...

Old Tang stood in a completely unfamiliar building complex, staring blankly at the steel jungle in front of him, and asked a question from his soul: "Where the hell is this?"

Yes, he got lost.

As for the process of getting lost...it's hard to describe.

After all, a person who grew up in the United States, no matter whether he is a Chinese American or a Chinese beauty, is unlikely to understand the 3D surround traffic situation in Beijing.

The designers of the roads in the capital are very good. This is a state of technology close to Taoism. Even if Gu Bei came, he would have to open the altar and do a few calculations to get out of this formation.

Not to mention Old Tang, he was almost dizzy after going around in this circle. He just felt that every building looked like the same building, and he felt that every building looked different.

In desperation, they could only call foreign aid to help.

"You said, you can go back from here?"

Old Tang stood in front of the dark subway entrance, with disbelief in his voice: "I don't remember that I drilled a hole on the road, how could this be the way back?"

Norton's dragon soul turned into a small flying dragon the size of Old Tang's head, floating next to Old Tang like emergency food: "Will I, the majestic King of Bronze and Fire, show you the wrong way on purpose? You have to trust me, As the Dragon King, my intuition tells me that this road will definitely lead to my destination!"

"You can pull it down!"

Old Tang said in a sad and indignant voice, "You said the same thing about the roads just now, none of them are right!"

The voice of Norton who was questioned was a little dissatisfied: "What do you mean by that, the two of us are one, can it be possible that I can still cheat you?"

Old Tang curled his lips: "I can't tell."

Norton: "...6."

"Since you can't trust me, why ask me to come out, you might as well find your own way."

The little dragon swayed twice in the air, then plunged into Old Tang's body and disappeared.

Although Old Tang and Norton were separated into twin souls, there is still a hidden connection between them, and both parties can vaguely perceive each other's emotions and states.

Norton was indeed angry this time, and Old Tang also felt that he had gone too far, so he quickly called out in his heart: "Norton! Norton! Boss Dragon King!"

no respond.

It seems to be on his own.

Old Tang turned his head and took a look at the entrance of the subway. It was pitch black and silent as death. From the outside, it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

Old Tang hesitated whether to go in, after all, even if it was a shortcut to the destination as Norton said, but in terms of the scenery that Old Tang saw, it seemed that the past few years did not seem to be a good place.