Li Xiang on the hospital bed heard Wang Cheng coming in and forced his swollen eyes and showed a grateful smile to Wang Cheng. The smile bloomed on his twisted and swollen face, and it seemed like he was crying: "Did you save me? I remember you vaguely, but you changed today, dressed up as if you were going to a banquet."

Li Xiang's nose bone was broken, and he was speechless, as if he had an egg in his mouth. Wang Cheng sat silently in front of the hospital bed, lowering his head to observe the instrument at the head of the bed. Li Xiang said, "I'll bother me, tell me your account, I will repay you for this medical expense."

Wang Cheng turned his gaze to the other party's face that was beyond recognition. Li Xiang grinned, as if he wanted to continue to smile, but immediately he was so painful that he kept pumping the air conditioner and said intermittently: "I'm fine! The doctor said that it was just a broken nose bone, and other places were fractures and swelling. When the swelling subsided, I would return to its original state... The doctor will perform a nasal bone re-implantation surgery for me tomorrow. In addition, my sternum has been corrected. The only thing I can do now is: lying in the bed and waiting for recovery."

Wang Cheng still didn't say anything, he carefully observed the other party's body.

Li Xiang is quite fat, but his size is over 1.8 meters tall, so he doesn't look too fat. It's just that the other party's body is full of fat and fat, which makes people feel fat - perhaps it was this fat that protected him and prevented him from being beaten to death on the spot.

Li Xiang continued faintly: "I owe you a life. If it weren't for you, I might have died in a coma in the back alley. Maybe because I had no documents on my body, I would have died as an unknown American corpse.

I would like to ask you one more thing. My name is Li Xiang. My passport has been lost and needs to be reissued. I rent it. I'll rent it. Please help me clean up the rental house tomorrow and pack all the important things. It's better to move to your house first... I know this is difficult. I offended the mafia and may cause trouble to you, so even if you refuse, I can understand."

Wang Cheng spoke: "You are very honest, don't worry, I'm not afraid of any mafia. Tell me what acquaintances you have here, and I'll contact you."

Li Xiang smiled bitterly: "Forget it... No one wants to come to me at this time, I can only count on you. Don't worry, I will never forget my life-saving grace. I will definitely repay you in the future."

Wang Cheng touched his chin: "That means: You don't have any documents now, and you can't even prove your name?...Where is your hometown?"

Li Xiang grinned again, then sucked the air conditioner and said, "That's right, from your accent I can hear the smell of my hometown. How long have you been here?"

Wang Cheng smiled but didn't answer. Li Xiang waited for a while and said tentatively: "Don't you want to know who I offended?"

Wang Cheng shook his head: "No need, it has nothing to do with me."

Li Xiang hummed twice as if he was laughing: "It does have nothing to do with you, but I am afraid that they will not give up and will chase after you, so I still have to tell you that they are mafia and Italian mafia. If you are worried about being implicated, just leave here, I will not blame you."

Wang Cheng replied: "I just told you that I don't care about the mafia, but how did you mess with them?"

"That's what I want to explain: I came to this place ten days ago. I originally wanted to find suitable business opportunities. Do you know, my father is the principal of a university and I also worked as a teacher in that school. But I like to play cars since I was a child. When I was a child, I didn't have the conditions, so I bought a lot of car pictorials and pondered the pictures on it all day long.

Later, with the conditions, I opened a 4S store with me and I made some money in recent years. Then I discovered a strange phenomenon. In recent years, there have been more people in China who buy luxury cars, but few car repair shops that can repair luxury cars. Those luxury cars are scratched or collided and have to be transported back to the original factory in Europe and the United States for repair. Later, I inquired and said that there are also car repair shops in Hong Kong. In addition to Hong Kong, there are corresponding car repair shops in various metropolises, but there are very few in China.

This is an opportunity. Since I discovered this path, I immediately got my mind and thought: I can’t afford to play with luxury cars, so I might as well repair the luxury cars and unload them all in one hand. It’s also a pleasure to put them together again.

This is a unique business. You think, no matter which city you are in, the luxury car you drive is scratched and needs to be shipped back to the original European and American factories or shipped to Hong Kong. The round-trip shipping fee alone will cost hundreds of thousands of yuan. In addition, you can't afford to wait for this. Just for a small scratch, it takes six months to get your car back. Who can bear it?

I just thought that if you open an authorized repair shop in China, the business will be booming. Not to mention anything else, just saving freight and time, the rich people will not be allowed to line up to come to your door, stuffing a lot of money into your hands, and they are afraid that you won’t want it.

After I had this idea, I told a few good friends that my father happened to have an official study class, and there was a state-owned real estate boss who was very interested in this project. He was willing to pay for land and I would like to find investment and authorization. This time I came to the United States to find authorization... Don't worry, the person who beat me was not a luxury car manufacturer, but a mafia."

Wang Cheng smiled: "I understand, you went to the old car recycling site."

"How did you know?"

"Because scrapped vehicles and used cars in the United States are all recycled by the Mafia, and almost all garbage plants are mafia family businesses. You must have gone to places you shouldn't go and asked what you shouldn't ask, so the Mafia took action to warn you."

Li Xiang nodded: "This is my second purpose for coming to the United States. I know from other channels that Americans are too wasteful. Many cars only bump into a little bit, and the whole vehicle is scrapped. Many cars look good, but they are still sent to the garbage dump, and then crushed with machines and pressed into discus, and used to use scrap metal...

I also heard that when the United States withdrew its troops from Iraq, the military Hummer lightning protection vehicle with an original price of one million US dollars could not be damaged, and the cannons could not be overturned. There were more than 30,000 such cars intact, but the Americans patted their butts and left. Thirty thousand lightning protection vehicles were thrown into the desert as garbage. You said that the Iraqi people were strange, and there was not even a rag pickup."

Li Xiang, who was originally seriously injured, talked about his hobbies and became more and more fluent and clear: "When I heard this news, I wanted to go to Iraq to pick up rags - do you know how much does this kind of rag car cost at a domestic auto show? It's 80 million, this is still a simple version!

How valuable do you think this rag is? Americans use scrapped cars as garbage, but some cars' body parts can be removed and can continue to be used for many years, such as seats that are not related to safety, car audio, front and rear bumpers, and car doors... Don't think of it as an old car in the garbage dump, except for the engine that needs to be renovated, other parts can be used with a layer of paint, and they are also original.

So after I arrived in the United States, I immediately inquired about the garbage dumps everywhere... but the result was very annoying. It turned out that someone had long thought of what I could think of. Those Chinese who came to the United States before me had done this for several years. When I stretched out my head and asked, I was immediately warned.

Originally, I thought about it and let it go, but then I thought: The thing is there, who will sell it for, isn’t it? If we don’t go to the mafia, we can find those Chinese to be setters, right?… Oh, the result is what you see now: I’m like this.”

Wang Cheng pressed his hand on the shoelaces, as if the tightness of the shoelaces made him feel uncomfortable. He was hesitating whether to untie the shoelaces...

ps: Fu seeks from danger, how should Wang Cheng deal with his fellow countrymen? He urgently needs Sanjiang tickets, recommended tickets! Firepower support!
Chapter completed!