The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 6 Restaurants
For the next few days, Li Ang stayed in the cheap hotel room and read the newspapers from the past few months, getting a general understanding of the human conditions in the world.

In order to obtain information more conveniently and quickly, he also deliberately bought an old laptop computer from the second-hand market, and through the secret door of Gotham City's social network, he found a local broker who specializes in insidious activities, and obtained information from him. Got a whole bunch of fake citizenship papers.

After all the dust settled, Li Ang's wallet was completely dry. As the saying goes, a penny stumps a hero. As a generation of Nascent Soul cultivator, Li Ang still has some morals, and he can't do anything that relies on his cultivation to take advantage of others and benefit himself at the expense of others.

What's more, the present world is not completely without supernatural powers. The newspapers and TVs have almost half of the reports about various superheroes, and some of the special abilities of heroes and villains even Li Ang can't help being shocked.

The Flash who fell into another dimension to gain speed and power, the Hulk who crossed the void with his body, the superman who is like a true god in the world, and Professor X who can manipulate others like a demon
There is also the supernatural department that is entrenched at the top of this hegemonic country, like a Leviathan hidden under the abyss-SHIELD.

All this information he obtained from the few words circulating on the dark web.

The current Li Ang is far from reaching the state of foundation establishment, and his identity proof cannot withstand scrutiny. For the time being, it is better to hide his whereabouts and dormant.

After making up his mind, Li Ang began to think about ways to make money.

Compared with other cities, Gotham is more closed and isolated. There are very few Chinese residents, and even Chinatown has not been formed. Even if Li Ang wants to play a guest role as a Feng Shui master or a Chinese medicine doctor, there is no way to make some money.

"Unexpectedly, my generation of Nascent Soul cultivators would be reduced to doing odd jobs to make ends meet."

Li Ang wandered the streets of Gotham City while thinking about it, found a "Red Armadillo Mexican Restaurant" with a sign saying "Waiting for waiters", pushed the door open and entered.

The restaurant is not very spacious, the decoration tone is wooden red, there are cheap graffiti of street painters on the wall on the left, and there are more than a dozen rows of dining tables below. .

Sitting behind the counter is a Mexican girl, about the same age as Li Ang, with a melon-shaped face, willow-leaf eyebrows, light blue eyes are crystal clear, wheat-colored skin is smooth and delicate, and there are a few light-colored spots on her face that are unique to teenagers. Freckled, flaxen hair pulled into shaggy whips, casually draped over a light gray checkered shirt.

From the aesthetic point of view of the American people, apart from her slightly barren breasts, this girl is definitely an impeccable slim girl, like a beautiful and sweet mint candy.

With a business-like smile, she quickly said to Li Ang in Spanish-sounding English, "Hello, what would you like?"

Li Ang showed his eight teeth with a smile, and said in a restrained tone unique to Chinese teenagers: "Hi, I'm here to apply for a waiter."

"Huh?" The girl raised her eyebrows, turned her head and shouted to the kitchen in Spanish: "Papa, someone is here to apply."

"Aha, someone finally came to apply for the job. The previous waiter, that damn Mario ran away without even saying hello after winning the bouncy ball lottery. I couldn't find someone to recruit."

A middle-aged burly man with black beard and black hair opened the bead curtain made of colored plastic balls and walked to the front of the counter.He was wearing a white chef's uniform, and there were some hideous and terrifying tattoos on his arms, which were as thick as ordinary people's thighs.

The strong man muttered and stretched out his palm to shake with Li Ang. The latter was keenly aware of the calluses on the strong man's jaw, left and right index fingers, and the palm of his hand. He smiled and said nothing.

"Domingo, the owner of this restaurant."

"Just call me Li Ang."

Domingo took a few glances at Li Ang and said, "You should still be a student, right?"

Li Ang didn't change his expression, he lied and said: "Well, I want to take advantage of the holiday to work and study, is there a problem?"

"There is no problem, but we are a Mexican restaurant here."

"It is necessary for the waiter to speak Spanish, right?" Li Ang said proficiently in Spanish: "I have studied in Cuba for a while, daily communication and help with ordering should not be a problem."

Born in Nanyang, he has never been to Brazil, but it is just a foreign language learned from a lot of dictionaries in various languages ​​and various radio programs in the motel these days.

In fact, Li Ang also took advantage of this time to self-study Russian, French, Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Portuguese, and Arabic, and even learned Cantonese by relying on Hong Kong TVB long-form TV series found in the flea market.

When he was a mortal in his previous life, he had the talent of never forgetting, and after he embarked on the path, he was able to multitask.Compared with those Taoism and Buddhism classics that are complicated, obscure and almost heavenly, a few conventional languages ​​are just parrots.

Both Domingo and the girl were taken aback for a moment, and then their eyes widened as they watched Li Ang take out a menu sheet from the counter, glanced at it, and quickly recited all the dish names and prices in Spanish twice as fast as normal people. And a daily limited dish name of "Red Armadillo Mexican Restaurant" from Monday to Saturday.

Li Ang lightly pressed the hard plastic menu on the table, and asked Domingo, "Is this enough?"

"." Domingo smacked his mouth and said sullenly, "Are all of you Chinese people so smart?"

Li Ang shrugged, "Maybe, my brain has always been better."

Domingo sighed, and said, "From [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, food is included, there are weekends and weekends, and the salary is paid once a week."

Li Ang thought for a while and said, "Deal, but I like to wear headphones to listen to radio programs, and it won't affect my work."

In fact, Li Ang downloaded a lot of popular science publications from the Internet in order to acquire knowledge as efficiently as possible, converted the text into audio files with his laptop, and then imported them into the mp3 he found on the second-hand market to play at three times the playback speed. In the instrument, listen to it when you have nothing to do.

In this way, he has self-study all the courses of normal American students from grades 12 to [-], and is now studying college physics, advanced mathematics and theology.

Stones from other mountains can be used to make jade, but Li Ang never thought that he could achieve a good result by working behind closed doors.After all, there are three thousand paths leading to the same goal. Xuanxiu and technology are just two different ways of understanding the world, and there is no distinction between good and bad.

Domingo hesitated for a moment, and said: "Listening to music is fine, but if the plate is broken, the wages will be deducted. If there is no problem, you can do it first, and then sign the contract tonight."

After Domingo left, the girl introduced herself to Leon with a smile: "Then we are colleagues. My name is Cristina García Velazquez. Just call me Cristina."

The official language of Mexico is Spanish, and people's names are also taken in the Spanish way. The first stanza is the first name, the penultimate stanza is the father's surname, and the penultimate stanza is the mother's surname.

"Call me Li Ang, or Li directly."

Li Ang is not like those people of the same age, he is ready to move when he sees a young and beautiful girl. After that, it's just a pile of dead bones, so why should you care too much?
Christina didn't know that Li Ang had classified her into the column of "passers-by with value", and she was still chatting, "By the way, where do you live?"

"Motel." Li Ang took out the draft that he had prepared a long time ago, looked at the surprised expression on Christina's face and added, "My parents are divorced, and no one wants me, so I will move out by myself."

This set of rhetoric sounds terrible, and it can 100% stop others from exploring, and it can also earn some cheap sympathy, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Christina, who thought she poked someone's sore spot, coughed in embarrassment and whispered sorry.

Li Ang waved his hands lightly, and said with a gloomy expression on purpose: "It's nothing, the motel is actually not bad, except that the running water comes and goes, and the night noise next door disturbs people's sleep. There is no downside."

Christina smiled awkwardly, and asked again: "Um... which high school did you go to?"

Li Ang opened his eyes and said nonsense, "I just came to this city. If I am in high school, I have to go back to my guardian to discuss it. Let's talk about it when this summer vacation is about to end."

(End of this chapter)