"Sir, your shoes have been repaired!"

"what?"

"Sir, your-shoes-is-good!" the person next to me relayed in simple English.

"Oh, my God, thank you so much, thank you so much!" The old American man thanked loudly in English. Looking at the new pair of leather shoes under his feet, the old American man was extremely excited. Although the leather shoes were worn out

It's unbearable that they have a history of more than ten years, but for this old American man, these leather shoes have deep feelings. Now that they can suddenly look new, that's really great.

"Ma'am, your umbrella has been repaired!"

"Ah, thank you, I really appreciate it. Although an umbrella is not valuable, it is best to repair it and make the best use of it. Thank you, I really appreciate you all!"

"Old sir, we have cleaned your house for you. We have also boiled a bottle of water for you. Please be careful when you use the water to avoid getting burned!"

"Thank you, thank you very much. I am old, have limited mobility, and don't have enough money to hire a servant. Although social workers come to provide door-to-door services every week, their time is limited after all. Thank you!"

...

The same example happened in various communities in Los Angeles. 20,000 Chinese workers were dispersed according to their various abilities and provided free services to various communities in Los Angeles. And every time they served, they tried their best to do their best. Almost

It can be called perfect.

These free and perfect services have won praise from a large number of Los Angeles citizens. Naturally, reporters followed and interviewed these workers.

"If you don't start construction, why do you do community service?" a reporter asked.

"We want to start working and make money, but some people say they won't let us work. We have nothing to do, so our boss said, since we are idle anyway, let us come out and do some community service."

The worker answered with a thick Northeastern accent.

Although this American reporter has some knowledge of Chinese, he is still a little helpless with the strong Northeastern accent. Fortunately, someone around him spoke it in Mandarin, and now the American reporter understood it.

"Why don't you have anything to do?" the American reporter asked knowingly. They are reporters who are here to collect information. Naturally, they want to get first-hand information from these people, so they must ask more questions.

"Our boss said that some people are dissatisfied with us making money in the United States and want to kick us out. But we don't understand. When we came to the United States, we all legally applied for visas that cost money, and then we

Making money by selling one's own labor. Why is it illegal? Tell me. Does this make sense?"

Naturally, the American reporter would not answer these questions, but would continue to ask.

"Then why does your boss want you to do charity? Who is your boss? Will he give you money?" the American reporter asked a little heart-wrenchingly.

"Our boss said that we are strong anyway. We are idle every day, so let us go out and do some good deeds, which can be regarded as accumulating some virtue for us. Moreover, this is also to promote Chinese civilization and improve the quality of Chinese people!

"

"Then who is your boss? Does he pay you to do this?" Although the American reporter knew who the boss of these Chinese workers was, he still kept asking.

"Hey, speaking of our boss, he is much more famous. I think you should know it. If you don't know, it's a stick!" Before the Northeastern uncle could answer, he gave the reporter a "stick"

". As for what "stick" is, the American reporter couldn't understand it at all with his little Chinese. Although he knew it was not a good word, he couldn't care about it at the moment and continued to ask.

"Hey, our boss is famous. He is famous all over the world. When you hear his name, you will feel excited, and you will feel as powerful as eating three sesame seeds and two steamed buns in a row. We

Boss, that is definitely a big shot that we don’t have, and you don’t have one here either!” The Northeastern man praised.

The American reporter was extremely depressed. I said, why don’t you just name him!

"What is your boss's name?" the American reporter asked reluctantly.

"Hey, when it comes to our boss's name, it's really majestic. We have never heard such a majestic name. Hehe, it sounds much better than your president's 'diapers'!" said the Northeastern man.

Diapers? Black lines appear on the forehead of an American reporter.

"Our president's name is Bush. Since his father is also named Bush, he is called Bush Jr., not diapers!" the American reporter corrected.

"Bush, you're so young, doesn't it sound like diapers! Tsk tsk, the president of a country is actually called diapers. It's totally incomparable to the name of our boss!" The Northeastern man shook his head with disdain.

The American reporter wanted to go crazy. He deliberately wanted Lin Feng's name to be spoken out of the mouth of this Chinese worker, and then the fact that Lin Feng gave them money to do good deeds would be revealed from this Chinese worker's mouth.

Feng Chuan criticized him, but he didn't ask the question. Instead, he let this guy tease the President of the United States. This is simply a sewer and you are capsized. How can it be unreasonable!

"What's your boss's name?" the American reporter shouted a little irritably.

The Northeastern man was startled by this, and then became angry.

"What's the name of our boss? How dare you attack me for doing this shit! Do you look down on our boss? Do you want to make trouble for our boss?" The Northeastern man rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, "We are now

Practicing, let you know that our boss is not something you can mess with!"

Although the American reporter is tall and powerful, the height of this Northeastern man is not limited. He is a head taller than him. Although his muscles are not as stylish as those of American bodybuilders, the veins on his arms follow his words.

Jumping once proved the violence of his power. If he really tried to do it, he would definitely not be his opponent.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little anxious to know the name of your boss!" The American reporter immediately surrendered. They are just reporters, not thugs. They eat with their pens, not their fists.

"Humph, we have a tradition in China. When talking about such a great man, you should rinse your mouth with water first. Get me a glass of water to rinse your mouth with!" The Northeastern man snorted coldly. He was deliberately making things difficult for the American reporter.

But whoever made this reporter do what he did just now deserves it.

The American reporter had no choice but to buy a bottle of mineral water.

The Northeastern man drank it down in one gulp, slurped it in his mouth a few times, then found a flower bush and squirted out the water.

"Okay, now you can say my boss's name!" The Northeastern man said loudly.

The American reporter cursed in his heart. Lin Feng was really putting on a show. This person had to rinse his mouth when talking. It was really a show off!

"Uh-huh, you, go and clean your ears. Listen to our boss's name. You must clean your ears!" The Northeastern man pointed at the American reporter and shouted.

What! I have to wash my ears when I hear Lin Feng’s name, **! Who is he? He actually wants to do this! The American reporter jumped up and almost pointed at the Northeastern man and yelled. But thinking about his mission, he gritted his teeth

, I bit the bullet and went to borrow a basin, filled it with some water, and gave it a rough wash.

The Northeast man grunted and muttered a few times, sounding as if he was inadvertently satisfied with the attitude of the American reporter. However, he did not delve into it further. He just kept muttering, "American devils are simply uneducated, have a short history, and have no background."

,The quality is just bad!”

Pfft! It was hard for the American reporter to understand what this Northeastern man meant, and he almost died of anger. After all, he graduated from Washington State University. Although it is not as good as Harvard and Yale, it is still considered a prestigious school in the United States. And the person in front of him,

He is a rough guy, speaks in a vulgar manner, and does not look like he is well-educated. He actually says that he has poor qualities. Is this really justified?

Who has the poorest quality? American reporters burst into tears.

"Okay, let's tell you our boss's name now. Listen carefully. We will only say his name once, never twice. You have to know that his name is...

I can’t say much more. We’ll just tell you because you don’t know, and we’ll give you some insight before we tell you!” the Northeastern man said in a buzzing voice.

The American reporter is really going to be pissed off. As for Lin Feng’s bad name, he knew it many years ago, and he actually said it would give him some knowledge. This is really irritating! But there is nothing he can do about it, he is asking for it all.

Damn it, wait until you find out what's wrong with this, and see how I'll criticize you! The American reporter cursed in his heart. He won't blame all this on this Northeastern man, because it's useless to count this Northeastern man.

A big man is not much of a person. If you get into trouble with such a person, you will lose your value.

Therefore, the American reporter attributed all this to Lin Feng. Don't let him get the handle, otherwise he will attack Lin Feng severely and make Lin Feng pay the price.

"Okay, you're doing well." The Northeastern man shouted.

The American reporter nodded dumbfounded.

"Our boss's name is only two words. Forget it, I won't tell you our boss's name. It would be disrespectful to him. I'd better tell you our boss's nickname." The Northeastern man suddenly paused and said.

The American reporter almost didn't go back and shot this Northeastern man. This was so annoying. Is there such a way to entertain people? Fortunately, this guy was willing to say Lin Feng's nickname. Otherwise, he really wanted to kill someone.

"Listen up, I can't tell you the name of our boss, but the nickname of our boss is the same as the name or surname. His nickname is the famous one today - Fengshen! This will give you some insights.

Come on! Now you know who our boss is!" The Northeastern man said proudly.

The American reporter cursed a few times in his mind. Just Lin Feng's name, and he even called him "expertise".

"Then if you do a good deed this time, will the 'Wind God' give you a salary? Otherwise, if you don't get a salary, what will you eat and drink?" the American reporter asked sarcastically.

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