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As the sky gradually darkened, Ji Li took out a piece of clothing from her bag and put it on. She wanted to sleep on Liu Zhenming's shoulder, but unfortunately there were six white men looking at her across the way, so she gave up and finally fell asleep on a bag of wheat.
past.
Liu Zhenming stayed in the training base for a while and then came out. Because he was afraid of any accidents, he had to stay vigilant.
In the end, it was proved that Liu Zhenming was just a mediocre person. Not every Canadian was a criminal, and others simply didn’t bother to pay attention to him, and didn’t even bother to take a second look at him.
The train arrived at the station in Toronto late that night, and Ji Li and Liu Zhenming got off the train in a grand manner.
There were not many people in the station at this time. Ji Li went to the window to buy two train tickets to Vancouver, British Columbia, while Liu Zhenming, wearing a hat, squatted not far away guarding his luggage.
"Sir, do you need help?" Liu Zhenming was counting on his fingers in boredom when a crisp voice rang in his ears, and it seemed that he was speaking unauthentic Cantonese.
Liu Zhenming raised his head and saw a little boy of twelve or three years old, with short hair cut to the forehead, wearing loose and washed white clothes, looking at him with a clean and hearty smile on his face.
"Who are you?" Seeing the Chinese, Liu Zhenming felt warm in his heart and asked him with a smile.
"So you are from the north. I heard from my father that our hometown is also in Shandong." The little boy clapped his hands and looked at Liu Zhenming happily.
Liu Zhenming speaks Mandarin. However, he has also lived in Guangdong and other places. He understands Cantonese, but he does not speak it very well. At this time, most of the Chinese in the United States and Canada came from Guangdong and other places and spoke Cantonese.
All are in Cantonese.
However, this little boy's family is obviously a different person.
Perhaps it was because he thought that he hadn't introduced his purpose yet, that the little boy's red face showed a trace of embarrassment.
"You can call me Little Carrot. Do you need a place to stay? My home is in Chinatown and there happens to be a house for rent." The little boy stretched out his hand generously and wanted to shake hands with Liu Zhenming.
Uh! With such a young kid coming out to do business, does Toronto also have a Chinatown at this time? Liu Zhenming was a little curious.
Liu Zhenming did not know that after the Canadian Pacific Railway was completed in 1886, Chinese began to migrate eastward from Vancouver along the railway to eastern cities such as Toronto and Montreal.
In 1894, the Chinese population in Toronto gradually increased to 50 people. Today, the population has exceeded 1,000. Several shops, laundries, and grocery stores have been opened on several streets near Toronto City Hall, forming a small
of Chinese community.
Liu Zhenming shook his hand lightly, shook his head and said, "Sorry, I'm about to leave Toronto!"
The little boy was not disappointed. Instead, he smiled and showed his white teeth and said, "If you want to go to Vancouver, you have to wait for five days. The train to Vancouver won't be available until five days later."
"Five days?" Liu Zhenming immediately understood. British Columbia has a population of only a few hundred thousand, so a long-distance bus trip every five days is not too outrageous.
Xiaoluobo calmly stayed aside and looked at Liu Zhenming with a smile. He was sure in his heart that Liu Zhenming would definitely go with him in the end.
Just as Liu Zhenming was about to speak, a gust of fragrant wind blew in his face. Ji Li was carrying a handbag, walking in style, and holding up two train tickets in her hand.
"Liu, I have bought the ticket, it will be in five days." Ji Li had a look of helplessness on her face.
It seems that we really have to stay here for a few days. From Toronto to Vancouver, we are almost crossing North America. It's okay, I can do some shopping in these few days.
"Let's go to Chinatown and stay for a few nights." Liu Zhenming picked up his bag and said with a smile...
Little Carrot looked at Ji Li suspiciously, but did not lead the way.
At this time, Canada already had many regulations that prohibited Chinese from engaging in many industries. Chinese could only do jobs that white people were unwilling to do, such as laundry and salmon processing, and working as other people's servants.
As soon as Xiaoluobo saw Ji Li, she thought she was out of luck. She was almost certain that Liu Zhenming was the servant of this beautiful white woman. Can a hostess listen to the servant's arrangements? Moreover, white people are willing to go to Chinatown.
Chinese hotel?
However, Little Carrot was immediately so surprised that his jaw almost dropped. The beautiful woman only hesitated for a moment and nodded lightly.
"Why are you still standing there? Don't you want any more business?" Liu Zhenming stretched out his hand, gently rubbed Xiaoluobo's hair, and said in a funny way. He probably guessed what Xiaoluobo was thinking.
"Well, come with me quickly."
Little Carrot was very dissatisfied with Liu Zhenming for messing up his hair. She pouted and glared at him before leading the way.
While Ji Li was not paying attention, Little Carrot jumped in front of Liu Zhenming and asked in a low voice: "Why is your mistress so easy to talk to?"
"What do you know, you little brat? How can a woman not listen to a man? If she doesn't listen, just make her docile in bed." Liu Zhenming boasted a little proudly.
For many days, he had been chased in the dark. Now when he met a Chinese, his mood became much brighter.
"Bah, shameless!" Little Carrot secretly spat.
When I walked out of the train station, there was a horse-drawn carriage waiting for me, providing one-stop service. It seemed that the hotel in Xiaoluobo's family had done a good job.
"Aniu, business is here." Little Carrot started shouting from a distance.
The strong man named A Niu plucked out his hair in an honest manner and trotted all the way quickly pulling the car over.
"Sophie, you go up first!"
"I want you to help me go up." Ji Li stretched out her white and tender hands in front of Liu Zhenming and said with a sweet smile.
Liu Zhenming reluctantly pushed his luggage into A Niu's hands, only to find that the eyes of the two people were so wide open that they both looked in disbelief.
Although they can't understand English, they can understand the expressions. Even a man can understand Ji Li's obvious coquettish movements.
"Boss, you are so awesome!" Aniu gave a thumbs up, with a hint of inferiority in his admiring tone.
"Don't be envious. You can go as far as you think. As long as you dare to think, there is nothing you can't do." Liu Zhenming patted his shoulder and encouraged him.
Liu Zhenming knows that except for international students, diplomats and the like, those who come to the United States and Canada in this era are all Chinese people at the bottom. Even if other powerful Chinese go abroad, they first choose Europe instead of coming to this country.
A country with a serious anti-Chinese atmosphere, where people are often insulted.
Most of these Chinese are very honest and can endure humiliation and hardship, just to make money and then send it home. Those who have the conditions to bring their families to the United States are even a minority among the minority.
Of course, I couldn’t believe it when I saw Liu Zhenming like this, flirting with a white woman like this.
"Hmph!" Xiaoluobo snorted, glanced at Liu Zhenming with disdain, interrupted his eloquent talk and said: "Aniu, don't listen to his nonsense, even if you are looking for a wife, you can't find a foreigner!"