"Sos Group plans to build a new batch of factories recently. I will ask someone to take care of them. Then I will tell you that those who can do it can come to me to find a job."

Mr. Han stood up and patted the dust on his butt, and looked at Lao Huang and said.

There seem to be a lot of young people at home. Chinese people who do not have higher education or have special skills are difficult to find suitable jobs abroad.

Most of them are engaged in physical work, such as delivery of food, and campers. Even if they are more diligent than white people, the unequal dual-track salary standard will make them earn much less than white people.

Lao Huang was very excited and stood up, at a loss. Finally, he patted Mr. Han on the shoulder to express his gratitude.

Although I knew my childhood friend had developed well, I was embarrassed to come to him and said, "Did you eat at noon? Come to my house to eat, I'll buy some vegetables."

"I won't bother you. I've already made a reservation in Baoju Tower. My grandson rarely eats authentic Chinese food. I'll take him here to try it today."

"That restaurant is pretty good. After Xiao Wu accepted it a few years ago, his business was getting better and better day by day, and his car started."

As the mayor, Lao Huang was quite familiar with the situation in Chinatown and did not force them to stay. He said, "That's it. I heard that a couple quarreled, so I'll go to West Street to persuade..."

The old man led Han Xuan on the street.

The sunlight here is blocked by the buildings on both sides, not as hot as the center of the road.

The boy's grandfather pointed to the city building with the sign "Huamei Bank" hanging on the roadside and said, "Your great-grandfather and others opened it back then. Our family had 61% of its shares, providing commercial and personal banking services. It was traded on the Nasdaq market the year before yesterday, and the shares in his hands fell to 52%, and the assets were less than 50 million."

"The scale is very small, and basically only has branches in places where Chinese people gather. I can't make much money. I just think it's a way to help Chinese people get a loan."

"Is this Chinese Bank listed?" Han Xuan looked over there again and said, "Since it is not worth it, why not absorb more shares? I think the status of the Chinese circle will improve in the future. When they are rich and are used to using this bank, it is possible to expand the scale."

"Let's talk about it when I have spare money. The descendants of those who worked with my dad to open banks were scrambling to cash out their shares. IPO (the initial public offering) was quite good, up about 11%.

"Later, there were too many circulating shares on the market, and no one went to buy them. A good bank was smashed into junk stocks by them. I took a lot of effort to go public, and I was so angry."

Mr. Han complained, squinting his eyes at Huamei Bank. If it weren't for the inheritance left by his own son, he wouldn't have cared about it. Think about it carefully, what my grandson said makes sense. Remember this in his heart and raise his legs forward.

On the classical eaves on both sides of the street, there are beasts of different shapes, among which dragons are the most common.

When I came to a small two-story building like a City God Temple, the walls were painted in dark red, the top was vermilion red and blue-yellow glazed tiles shining brightly. The window frame was made of wood and was decorated with cumbersome wood carvings, which was completely in line with the Chinese architecture in the eyes of Westerners.

But Han Xuan felt that it was a bit inappropriate.

This is even more so for the sign. It says "Baoju Tower" in traditional Chinese and the English "Paul's Restaurant" below. It's like a four-legged dragon turning into eight legs, which makes it uncomfortable no matter how you look at it.

I wasted my time in the morning and just talked to Lao Huang. It was already past twelve o'clock. Fortunately, I ate something while visiting the convenience store, and Han Xuan was not hungry yet.

There were more than a dozen cars parked at the door, and you could see Mercedes-Benz, Cadillac and others. There were constant customers coming out. Most of the faces were white and the business seemed to be pretty good.

This is indeed the case.

After entering the store, the tables that caught my eye were filled with people. In summer, we were on the air conditioner and ate hot pot. Westerners liked this novel way of eating, sweating and grinning, which was caused by being spicy.

I don’t know if it was the first time I used chopsticks, but a fat boy couldn’t hold the mutton in the hot pot for a long time. He quickly snatched it over. He was so anxious that tears rolled in his eyes. He changed his spoon and looked straight into the pot, and he was about to reach out to catch it.

There were several girls in their twenties queuing at the door, holding cameras to take pictures of the waiter dressed in the waiter.

The young waiter took a break from his busy schedule, maybe he thought a few white girls were beautiful, or maybe he had a good service attitude, so he stopped and raised his hand to gesture a "two" hand gesture, his face was as smiling as a chrysanthemum. As the flash lights light up, he hurriedly packed up the dining table and welcomed new guests.

Several security guards in black appeared quietly beside the grandfather and grandson, their eyes kept scanning. Many people raised their heads, thinking that they were coming to cause trouble, and the public security nearby has not been good.

When I saw Mr. Han in a suit and tie again, I immediately realized that most of them were rich. Los Angeles never lacked rich people, and there was nothing strange about seeing them too much.

The young welcome guest wearing a red cheongsam seemed to know the old man. He walked over and stretched out his hand politely, smiled at Han Xuan, and said, "Mr. Han, the location has been reserved for you, in the private room on the second floor."

The Cantonese accent is very strong. If you don’t listen carefully, you will think you are speaking a foreign language. Only Mr. Han knows this language, pushing his confused grandson through the crowd and walking in.

Several bodyguards followed behind and went upstairs. The air was filled with the smell of chili. One of them was uncomfortable and covered his mouth and sneezed quietly.

There are a lot fewer people on the second floor, and it is not comfortable to eat in this atmosphere. But in the hall, a few bodyguards must not have the heart to eat. Mr. Han can't let them stand by and watch themselves eat.

The private room was decorated in bright yellow, and the materials used were very high-end. Secretary Jaton wiped the bowls and chopsticks and walked out quietly, and went to the private room next door to have dinner with the bodyguards, not disturbing the grandfather and grandson.

The old man handed the menu to the boy: "I have ordered what I want to eat twice. Except for the unauthentic sauerkraut fish, the others are not bad."

"Sauerkraut fish?" Han Xuan murmured. He hadn't heard its name for many years and almost forgot about this dish.

I thought about why there were sauerkraut fish in hot pot, but when I opened the menu, I realized that Baojulou also cooked dishes in addition to hot pot, but almost everyone in the lobby downstairs was eating hot pot, so I was misled.

The menu was quite thick, and Han Xuan's face became weird as he flipped over. Then he suddenly laughed out loud. The old man raised his head and asked, "What's so happy?"

"Nothing, it's just the translated dish name is fun."

"Look at this, Sixi meatballs are called four happy meat balls, wooden beard meat is written as wooden beard meat, drunk crab is called drunk crab, and Mapo tofu is translated into tofu made by a woman with freckles on her face."

"Buns are more fun, they are translated directly into the pinyin Baozi, hahaha..."
Chapter completed!