Wang Tu Baye

Chapter 14
Verus was in a group of people with unfriendly eyes, motionless, holding the bag tightly in his hand, and looked very relaxed. He didn't speak first, and just stood there quietly.

The green-robed old man who stopped everyone in front of him came out under the respectful eyes of everyone. He stared at the bag in Verus's hand with piercing eyes, pinched his beard and pondered for a while and said, "Stand back, don't Disgraceful in front of distinguished guests."

The men around were obviously hesitant. It was hard to be reassured because of the tall and burly young white man, but they still walked out of the ancestral hall under the urging of the old man waving their hands. Eyeing like a tiger.

Verus was respectfully invited by the old man into the living room where the guests and the host were seated. Under the open wooden eaves, the entire stone slab was clear except for a few wooden chairs. In the large space, there was only one Chinese old man and one white young man, just like that. The old man was still worried and walked around the edge of the wall again.

The old man sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals glanced at the things in Verus' hands again, and said solemnly: "Since you can come here, and you have a token with you, Hu will send you as ordered."

Verus didn't know what the token was, but he probably understood the relationship between the two bamboo leaves in his hand. Speaking of which, the two bamboo leaves he had looked at countless times were indeed strange in shape, resembling two small swords. The golden inscription pattern on it is shining in the sun.

Verus hesitated for a while, then decided to tell the truth, and said in fluent Chinese: "I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding here, I don't know what is a token, if it is these two bamboo leaves, I will not hand them over. "

The old man surnamed Hu smiled when he heard the words, but he was relieved when the other party told him frankly, thinking that he had lived overseas and stayed in San Francisco for dozens of years, how could he speak nonsense without knowing foreign language, it was just a test.

The young Caucasian man in front of him spoke fluent Chinese, which relieved his doubts. Ordinary overseas Chinese from the second and third generations of Banana could not speak Chinese with such a correct accent, except for those who came from that place.

Verus thought about it, it was better to explain what he said than to guess, stood up and said: "Mr. Hu, a few days ago, my friend and I talked about a basketball player who had a long-term leg injury. When we parted, she He gave me a piece of bamboo leaf as a reminder, so I took the liberty to pay a visit.”

Although Verus was reluctant, he still took out the bamboo leaf and put it on the palm of his hand. The green-robed old man stood up and waved his hands repeatedly to express his disapproval, but his eyes fixed on the golden seal characters on the bamboo leaf for a long time.

The old man surnamed Hu in the green robe gestured repeatedly for the host and guest to sit down again. He stroked his beard and sighed, "Decades have passed in a flash. Things are different and things are different."

Verus was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, and before he could speak, the old man on the opposite side said again: "If it's just a mere sports injury, my useless dog will just let you go."

Verus didn't see the other party contacted by any means, but soon a middle-aged man walked into the hall quickly, bowed his hands to the old man in green robe and Verus respectfully, and then stood respectfully aside.

The old man surnamed Hu stretched out his hand to stop Verus from standing up, and said, "This is my son's green bag, you can follow Mr. to serve you, I think you won't miss Mr.'s important business."

Verus stood up quickly. He had long seen the middle-aged man who came in with fluttering sleeves like a land fairy. He was dressed like Hua Tuo Bian Que in an ancient Chinese New Year painting. So many rotten legs and bad feet depend on this great god.

Verus rushed forward with a stride, held on to the arm of Dr. Hu Qingnang, and said with a smile on his face: "Master Hu, hello, I am Weilu, the junior manager of a basketball team. Si, you can call me Xiaowei or Xiaosi whatever you want."

Hu Qingnang looked like a Taoist doctor, and he retreated lightly. Verus didn't even feel how he broke free, but he bowed to the two again and said: "Yes, see Mister Guo."

Verus stepped forward shamelessly and grabbed people again. This is the foundation for him to settle down and dominate the basketball world in the future. There are many good players, but there are not many good players who are not injured or sick. Invincible.

Ordinary white people and old Americans will certainly not believe how good the medical skills of the Chinese are, but Mr. Veruswei is not a white person in his bones. Overseas Chinese, hidden dragons and crouching tigers, are the most strange people. In Eagle Valley, the Eagle Crown Manor is so powerful that they are silent about that forbidden place. The meaning is evident.

He only saw the girl Yuwei in his dream twice, but he believed every word she said. Since she let him come to the old town, she must have her reasons. In his mind, she is like a goddess. The characters can't be wrong.

Hu Qingnang did not struggle this time, but said softly: "Sir, can you allow me to deal with personal affairs for a few days, just give me an address, and I will come to your door to wait for orders after I have done my business."

Verus was overjoyed and immediately said: "No hurry, no big deal this season. It's just that there may be a few wounded in the future, please ask the master to take a look. It can't be cured, but it's okay to do everything according to fate."

After a little deliberation, Verus said: "The salary of the master and your father will be settled from today. You and Mr. Hu each have a monthly salary of [-] US dollars. I will send someone to the house tomorrow."

The old man in green robe and his son Hu Qingnang were taken aback when they heard the words. The old man had no intention of expecting to repay his kindness, and his son was forced to obey his father's order, so his heart may not be happy.

Overseas Chinese live in business or study, and the income of ordinary people is much lower than that of white people of the same type of work. Such things as non-racial discrimination, skin color, and glass ceiling can be ignored, but not true.

Hu's father and son, who have been practicing medicine to help the world and maintain a small martial arts gym all their lives, because most of the disciples and patients are descendants of Chinese in the San Francisco Bay Area, sometimes the fee for the consultation fee is not half of the cost. They are used to living in poverty and hardship. Never have I seen or heard such a large sum of money.

This has to talk about the strong real purchasing power of the US dollar in 2000. During this period, the people of the United States lived in a state of great happiness. , each Franklin is real, lovely and strong.

Although the dot-com bubble has begun to show some signs, the market is still full of bargain-hunting remarks. Federal Reserve Chairman Greenspan tried his best to prevent the economy from overheating and forcibly raised interest rates to a record high of 6%.

Without the terrible attacks that followed, without the initiation and withdrawal of QE several times, and without forced quantitative easing, the United States in 2000 was at its most frenzied stage.

The stock market, especially the Nasdaq market, is frantically sought after for every new stock listed, three times to five times the opening price of the issue, which is unique in the history of the United States for hundreds of years.

Verus smiled and waved his hands and said, "Don't be polite, you two masters. You helped me solve a huge problem. I just pay according to my work. I just feel that the payment is too little, too little."

Mr. Hu took his son to send off the rich man Verus. When he reached the door, Verus paused. The little boy who had been unconscious and his legs were run over by a car had now come to his senses and was sitting with an apple in his hand. Nibbled on the stone table with relish.

Although the little boy can't move yet, it can be seen from his appearance that he has just experienced a terrible nightmare, and apart from a puddle of black blood on the stone table, the originally twisted and deformed feet can no longer be seen from the shape.

Saying goodbye to Mr. Hu and his son, Verus drove away from the old city, stopped at an empty street, picked up the intercom on the Mustang car and dialed the phone, saying, "Hi, Doug, are you free to have lunch together?" , Right now. Yes, it’s at the Chipotle Pizza restaurant in Oakland, by the lagoon, okay, I’ll wait for you.”

(End of this chapter)