New Jersey winters are very cold.

But in a villa in Hudson County, it was very popular.

Here, a birthday party is being held. The birthday star is a young Chinese American named Yan Weijun.

He was less than forty years old, and it is said that his grandfather was a retired ministerial-level official in China.

When Yan Weijun was just starting out, he used his grandfather's relationship to get two projects and received commissions in advance.

Then he saved the country in a row, first worked in a foreign exchange trading bank, then sent out, and finally obtained a US green card, and stayed in New Jersey for a long time.

This is normal.

New Jersey, New York, will not talk about it for now, and focus on cities such as Melbourne, Canberra and Sydney in Australia.

Who bought the luxury house?

I dare not say everything, at least most of them are yellow skin and dark eyes, all of them are Chinese.

What is it like to give these people a portrait?

Young beautiful woman.

Middle-aged women and children may also bring bodyguards with them.

I don't see them busy with anything they usually do, but they are just rich.

Why are they so rich?

Money does not belong to them.

And the people behind them.

Where does the money come from behind them?

This question is just a little thought.

Chinese people who really work hard overseas by relying on their own efforts rarely invest too much energy in luxury cars and houses, because every penny is hard-earned, and they are all used to buy luxury houses?

My brain rust?

These people who spend a lot of money on luxury houses are subordinate to the indescribable special group.

Of course, there are not many businessmen who immigrate. Whether it is mainstream or not depends on their own opinions.

In the United States, some situations are similar to those in Australia.

For example, Yan Weijun.

"Brother Huan, Feifei, this is Mr. Yan. In the Chinese circle in New Jersey, they are all big brother-level existences!"

Yang Fan flattered in person.

However, Yan Weijun is obviously immune to this level of flattery.

"The Chinese in New Jersey say not much, and they say not much. Everyone helps each other and can only move steadily in a white-skinned country!"

Yan Weijun held a red wine glass, and the clouds were quiet and the wind was light.

A family like Shen Huan and Shen Feifei are considered rich in China.

More than 10 million, less than 50 million.

This range is still very wide.

Further up is the super rich man who earns more than 50 million yuan a year.

When the Shen family is in Nanjing, it is natural that fish are like water.

But when they come to New Jersey, their annual income of tens of millions is converted into US dollars, and it is not so conspicuous.

Yan Weijun didn't take the Shen brothers and sisters seriously at all.

If Yang Fan hadn't helped him do a few things that he said that he couldn't get on the table, the Shen brothers would not be qualified to enter his birthday party today.

After saying goodbye to Yan Weijun, Yang Fan led the Shen brothers and sisters to shuttle through the birthday party and constantly introduced friends.

Soon, the Shen brothers and sisters accidentally discovered a fellow villager from Nanjing and found a common language.

Yang Fan took a break and returned to Yan Weijun.

"Brother Jun, what do you think?"

Yang Fan raised his wine glass, as if observing the color of the red wine, but his gaze fell on Shen Feifei and Shen Huan brothers and sisters through the wine.

"how?

Want to make a deal?"

Yan Weijun seemed to be smiling.

Yang Fan smiled: "They manage their domestic industries for professional managers, and the family of four is helpless here, which is an opportunity!"

Yan Weijun looked at Shen Feifei for a few seconds: "That girl is quite right. Can you make such a cruel thing?"

"I want money! I want people too! Brother Jun, please help me, and then we will add five more money!"

Yang Fan laughed.

Yan Weijun smiled and refused to comment.

...

On this day, Chen Huan and Shen Feifei had some insight into what "free cooking" is.

People of all kinds of skin colors on their birthday party were all available, including music, alcohol, and hormone stimulation. Chen Feifei even saw that she hid in the corner and kissed her after chatting for a few words, and she couldn't help but squeeze into the bathroom to do good deeds.

Soon, a Chinese woman came over and pulled Chen Feifei to chat.

Yang Fan also had to ask a Chinese woman to introduce her friends to Chen Feifei.

The woman deliberately joked with Yang Fan and Shen Feifei in front of everyone. Chen Feifei was naturally a little uncomfortable, but in order to take care of Yang Fan's emotions, she endured the discomfort in her heart and smiled.

Yang Fan praised Chen Feifei as a well-educated and well-educated lady, and she was not worthy of her own, and she gave Chen Feifei face.

Then he pulled Chen Huan upstairs and said he wanted to introduce other friends.

From this moment, the Shen brothers and sisters were separated.

"Yang Fan, what friends do you know?"

Chen Huan was a little cramped.

This is the first time he has experienced the differences between China and the United States in this way. To be honest, it is still a bit of an impact.

In China, although Chen Huan is not a player, he has money at home and naturally has a group of friends around him, driving to pick up girls, and having some exciting activities is normal.

Here, I am not familiar with the place and feel an invisible barrier.

Fortunately, Yang Fan has been working hard to help.

While going upstairs, a white man and woman squeezed in the corner to caress each other. Seeing Chen Huan's slightly surprised expression, the other man made a face funny and then continued to do whatever he wanted.

Yang Fan smiled and patted his shoulder: "Relax, this is the United States, and even the air is free. This is a pediatric department. Don't be surprised no matter what you see, otherwise you will be regarded as a country man by others."

Chen Huan seemed to have become a puppet, and there was nothing else to do except believe in Yang Fan.

Yang Fan opened a room on the third floor of the villa.

As soon as the door opened, a strange smell rushed into Chen Huan's nose.

"This..." Chen Huan subconsciously frowned, but Yang Fan smiled and pulled him in.

There were about seven or eight people in the room, both men and women, who were scattered and sat on the bed, sofa, and on the floor.

Everyone was smoking.

Another man was rolling up some plant leaves and lit them between his lips, immersing them in a different feeling like smoking.

Chen Huan's eyes slowly widened.

He knew what they were doing—Flying Leaf.

In Nanjing, he went to a entertainment venue with his friends several times and encountered someone doing this, but he was quickly stopped.

After all, in the country, that's asking for death.

"Yeah, isn't this Brother Fan?"

A Chinese man with a ridge-ditch hairstyle with a ground laughed and stood up and greeted him.

Except for one or two people who were lying on the bed with their eyes closed, as if they were experiencing the feeling of being floating in the air, everyone else turned their eyes toward each other.

But their eyes were filled with turbidity.

It seems to be separated from this world by a layer of illusory gauze.

"Ali, are everyone busy?"

Yang Fan swept around and laughed.

Ali laughed and shook the cigarette that had just been rolled up in his hand: "I'm not busy!"

"Ali, this is my friend, Chen Huan. I just came from China. I have the opportunity to get to know each other and take care of each other if I have something to do in the future!"
To be continued...