925. 924. The Sky of Fate (3/5)

Chapter 925 924. The Sky of Fate (35)

New Yorkers are very proud, it can be seen in the accent.

The English accent of Americans is not very different, at most there is a distinction between North and South. New York is quite unique, it has its own accent, and the locals are proud of this accent.

As early as the Copernican era, some people knew that the earth is not the center of the universe, and Bruno defended this truth with his life.

But that doesn't work in New York. New Yorkers believe that this is the center of the earth and the center of the universe, and they are proud of this city.

Li Du can understand this feeling very well. Just like in China, the residents of Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou are also proud of where they are. New York is the world's number one city. It is normal for local residents to be proud of this.

It was already afternoon when they arrived in New York, they had a stroll around, and it was almost time for dinner.

The driver suggested they go to Tribeca, saying, “It has a great commercial vibe, lots of expensive condos, trendy restaurants, and a boutique food court.”

Tribeca is an abbreviation for a street, east of Broadway, considered a tourist attraction in New York.

Li Du was not interested in this kind of place, he wanted to go to Chinatown for dinner.

There are more than 150,000 Chinese residents in New York's Chinatown. There are many small rental houses and crowded apartments. People live here, and they look luxurious, but there are actually slums inside.

Many Chinese in Chinatown are illegal immigrants. They either came here by smuggling, or their visas overdue, and they hide here to make a living.

The driver was a little embarrassed and said, "At night, Chinatown is relatively chaotic, and I'm worried about meeting jerks. If you want to eat Chinese food, I suggest you go to Sunset Park in Brooklyn or Flushing in Queens."

These two places are also gathering places of Chinese, and both have more than 100,000 Chinese. From this, we can see how large the Chinese are in New York.

"In Chinatown, Chinese cuisine is actually not very famous, because there are many Vietnamese in it, and they have opened a lot of restaurants in it, so..."

The driver shrugged, hoping he would change his mind.

Li Du smiled and said, "Don't worry, have you seen my two buddies? They can handle any bastards they meet."

He pointed back, and Godzilla folded his arms to reveal his exaggerated muscle lines. Brother Wolf remained silent, but after careful observation, he could feel the pride that was immersed in his bones.

Seeing that Li Du insisted on going, the driver could only shrug his shoulders again and drive them there.

At this time, Chinatown became more and more lively, and Li Du took Sophie for a walk in it, listening to the Chinese words that kept ringing in his ears.

Cantonese, Hokkien, and Mandarin are the three most common languages. There are also Lu dialect and Northeast dialect. Li Du listened very kindly.

There are many Chinese in Sunset Park and Flushing, but they don't have the atmosphere of a Chinese gathering place like Chinatown.

On both sides of the street stand one after another restaurants, hotels, hot pot restaurants, barbecue restaurants, Sichuan cuisine restaurants, Northeast cuisine restaurants, Shandong cuisine restaurants, Northwest cuisine restaurants, etc., everything that one expects to find.

The windows of many restaurants are transparent, with roasted whole pigs, roasted lamb legs, and various types of bacon hung inside. Some restaurants have fish tanks at the entrance, with fish tanks swimming in them.

Seeing a beautiful Caucasian woman nestled next to Li Du, followed by two burly men, the sharp-eyed bosses immediately guessed that he was a rich man, and came to recruit him one after another:

"Boss, come here, the most vigorous seafood, men eat hard, women eat watery!"

"Boss, come over and have a look, the authentic spicy hot pot is the most delicious!"

"Brother, come to our store, eat big bones and drink big wine, it's always exciting."

Li Du was feeling the atmosphere here with great interest, when he suddenly saw a familiar figure, he subconsciously asked, "Cao Fan, Brother Cao?"

What he saw was a Chinese in his thirties, with a mustache and a cheerful smile on his face. It was Cao Fan, the Chinese he had met in Australia before.

Cao Fan didn't hear his shout. A middle-aged man next to him heard it. He pulled Cao Fan in surprise and pointed to Li Du to show him.

Seeing Li Du, Cao Fan laughed, and he quickly walked over to hold Li Du's hand, and said, "Brother Li, it's been a long time, but we actually met here, tell me, apart from fate, what else can I say?" What?"

Li Du smiled and said: "It's fate, I was also surprised, just now I was worried about admitting the wrong person."

"An ugly face like Fan Ergou is generally recognized well." The middle-aged man next to him laughed.

Cao Fan turned around and gave him a punch, and then introduced: "This is Li Du, a young hero among us Chinese. Regardless of his young age, he is really powerful. This is my old cousin, Big Cat."

Li Du shook hands with the middle-aged man, and then asked in a low voice, "Brother Cao, what is this friend's real name?"

"Just call me Big Cat, don't call him Brother Cao, call him Ergou." The middle-aged man said straightforwardly.

Cao Fan asked Li Du what he was doing here, and before he could speak, he suddenly said, "Come to the Winston Group's semi-annual meeting, right? I'm such a fool, I know what to ask."

"It's not a pig's brain, it's a dog's brain." Big Cat laughed.

Apparently, he and Cao Fan were very close, Cao Fan laughed without any grievances.

After chatting for a while, Cao Fan learned that Li Du was looking for a restaurant for dinner, so Cao Fan invited him to dinner no matter what, and said that he would introduce another young hero to him.

The hospitality was hard to come by, so Li Du followed Cao Fan to a roast duck restaurant.

The roast duck restaurant is very busy. There are at least 50 people queuing up at the door. Most of them are foreigners. Many of them are dressed in high-end clothes and have extraordinary conversations. They are obviously upper-class people.

The decoration style of the shop is traditional and quaint, and it mainly focuses on authentic fruit wood roast duck. There is a large stove in the entrance hall, which is made of bricks.

Next to the stove stood a large number of ducks that had already been cleaned up. After the internal organs were removed, someone was brushing the upper layers with oil and materials, and then put them into some special boxes to evaporate the water.

The fire was raging inside the stove, and the masters kept stuffing firewood into it. The wood was packed in small cardboard boxes with names of fruit trees such as pear trees, apple trees, jujube trees, and apricot trees written on them.

There is a hook inside the stove, and an old Chinese gentleman with a long gray beard picks roast ducks inside with a stick more than two meters long.

He kept fiddling with the sticks, starting from the head and tail of the duck, constantly moving the position and re-hanging it until the whole body of the duck was roasted with a suitable fire.

After Cao Fan and Big Mao appeared, a waiter immediately came over respectfully and led them up to the top floor with small steps.

"The two of them are powerful characters in our Chinese circle. The younger brother is Tang Zhaoyang, and the older brother is Song Biaozi. But the younger brother is in charge of the older brother. Haha, they are both straightforward people." Cao Fan introduced on the road.

Listening to this introduction, Li Du felt a little familiar. He had seen two such people before.