American Legendary Life

　　 "BOSS, from now on, you need to worry about your own taxes." Sanil blinked and said with a gloating smile.

　　 "..."? ? ?

　　When he learned from Sanil's mouth that the tax he needed to pay next year was nearly US$100 million, Li Zitao held his chest deadly, so painful that he could not breathe.

　　 "You should be glad that this was not 10 years ago. You must know that the tax rate in 1917 was as high as 67%, and in 1918 it was even more terrifying, 77%."

　　 In order not to further stimulate the BOSS, Sanil ignored the scary death inheritance tax. Of course, this is also related to Li Zitao's remoteness from it.

　　 "How were Morgan and Rockefeller born? What kind of shady is there, is it discrimination against people of color, is it the unfairness of the law or the loss of morality?"

　　Li Zitao was suddenly desperate about this world, and was more grateful that he did not appear in that era. The 77% tax rate, this is not heaven, is hell?

　　 "Morgan and Rockefeller, any family in the United States, their wealth is accumulated over the past hundred years and accumulated, accumulated over time, and you..."

　　 Sanil's eyes became complicated. After a night of riches, Li Zitao's experience can really be explained by these four words.

　　From nothing to over 100 million worth, this magical Chinese teenager took 5 months.

　　 If America really has miracles, then miracles were born in front of her eyes, and she was fortunate to join this dream miracle in person.

　　 "BOSS, you are a miracle." Sanil said with a confused look.

"Go! I need a drink now to appease my bleeding heart." After getting out of the car and raising his right arm, waiting for Sanil to take his arm, Li Zitao took her into the front three Chinese restaurant made of red brick floors.

　　 "Welcome to the two, is there a reservation?" The friendly Chinese face greeted him, and seeing the combination of Li Zitao and Sanil yellow and white, his eyes were obviously surprised.

　　 In this era, seeing a white woman and carrying a yellow-skinned Chinese is absolutely more amazing than a three-legged monkey.

　　 "Charlie Lee, I have a reservation." Following the young man in a lab coat, white socks, and cloth shoes walking towards the seat, Li Zitao looked at the decoration full of hometown atmosphere.

　　 This place was established by the famous Mei Family in the Chinese People's Labor Association. The address is at the junction of Yonghuo Street and 23rd Street where Mei Family is based.

　　 chose to meet Grant here to completely satisfy Li Zitao's curiosity. He wanted to see how beautiful the Mei family in the United States is.

　　 The other party refused Lao Huang's co-op many times, even after he conquered Paul.

　　 Perhaps his radical style is somewhat inconsistent with the Chinese philosophy influenced by Confucianism for thousands of years?

　　 "Hi, Mr. Li." On the third floor, there was a lot of space between the tables, and only a few people sat on the seats, talking and tasting food.

　　 "Call me Charlie!" After sitting down, Li Zitao pointed to Sanil next to him: "This is my friend, Sanil... Grant, the chief of the Chicago Police Department."

　　 "I am honored to meet you, beautiful lady." Grant lifted his **** off the chair surface and said slightly.

　　 "I am equally honoured, Director Grant." Sanil smiled down. Today, she is not wearing a lady's dress, and naturally does not need to take off her hat and bend her knees.

　　 After being polite, the younger Chinese man came forward and put the menu in front of the three people in duplicate, one Western meal and one Chinese meal.

　　 "Come some home-cooked food, is there wine from China?" Li Zitao asked casually through the menu.

　　 "Yes, 10 years old daughter's red, and sorghum wine, the degree is higher." Little brother deliberately lowered his voice and said.

　　 "That's all." Li Zitao closed the menu.

　　 Sanil ordered Boston lobster, bread and cheese for himself, and Grant asked for steak.

　　 "Sir, your wine." Two big-headed wine jars were put on the table.

　　 Above was a cover of mud alive with straw. The younger brother held a small hammer in his hand and knocked the mud with paper pads on the spot, and then backed aside.

　　 "A very interesting way, BOSS, is this wine from the East?" Sanil looked at the paper seal on the wine jar with interest and licked the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

　　 "Yes, it comes from my motherland, try it together." Learning what I saw on TV, piercing the paper seal with my fingers, Li Zitao's eyes unconsciously twitched.

　　Mdzz~

　　 knew that the TV series was unreliable, and his hands were stuck in the wine.

　　If nothing happened, he lifted the wine and poured three bowls. Li Zitao pulled his hand back while the two were not paying attention.

　　 "It's very fragrant, and still has the smell of earth." Sanil held the bowl by both hands and smelled it in front of her, sipped it lightly.

　　 "Cheers." Li Zitao didn't care about her. He lifted his thumb against the inner edge of the bowl and touched the somewhat awkward Grant. He swallowed and drank.

　　 The taste of Qiuhong is not as good as imagined, a little soft, and the aftertaste is a bit sweet. Li Zitao is not very comfortable, so he opened the sorghum wine again.

　　 "Charlie, the oriental wine is great." Li Zitao was drinking sorghum liquor. Grant and Sanil fell in love with her daughter red, and also said that she would buy some altars to take away.

After three rounds of drinking, Li Zitao put the bowl on the table and drank it no longer so anxiously. Grant also mentioned his plight. "Charlie, everything is Capone’s fault. You know, when the lunatic was there, he didn’t People dare to fight him."

　　 Of course, no one dared to fight against him, because the person who opposed him was either dead or was sinking into the sea, but Grant was definitely not included in it.

　　 Even if Capone is a mad dog, he would never dare to kill the police chief, and this chief is the chief of the Chicago Police Department, the second largest city in the United States.

　　 "Okay, Grant, it's gourmet time now." Li Zitao already smelled the familiar sour vinegar when he saw the younger brother holding the plate.

　　Sweet and sour fish, grunt, spicy crayfish, lamb head stew, and a bowl of clear soup noodles, this special dish is really interesting.

　　 sour, sweet, spicy, a stew of sheep's head, only two swollen white eyes on the pale white sheep's head.

　　 The last bowl of clear soup noodles, white noodles floating in the yellowish soup, sprinkled with green onions, ‘how do you mean? Jing Wei is distinct? Or is it clear? ’

　　 "Haha, Mr. Li's driving, there is a distance to welcome!" Li Zitao is here in a black dress, dressed in a black Tang suit, wearing a white apron, middle-aged, came over with fists.

　　 "This is our chef and the boss, Mr. Mei." The little brother next to him introduced.

　　 "Go, this is the United States of America. Whatever Mr. Mei, Mr. Li called me Mei Er." Mr. Mei pretended to shoot the younger brother angrily, letting him be polite after leaving.

　　 "Second Lord, come sit down!" Li Zitao doesn't mind. This dressing up, this name, is quite interesting, a little bit like a big house door.

　　From the Chinese families of Lao Huang, Li Zitao learned about the Mei Brothers. They were the first Chinese to set foot in Chicago.

　　 In the 1870s, the May Brothers had already arrived in Chicago, and they wrote to invite fellow citizens in San Francisco and fellow villagers to settle in Chicago.

　　In the 1980s, there were more than 50 members of the May family in Chicago, and more than 400 Chinese also settled here.

　　In the early 1990s, there were more than 600 Chinese in Chicago, and the first Chinese community was formed, which is now the rich district where Nanqiler lives.

　　 Set up a Chinese hand-made laundry business, a grocery store, a restaurant, and set up a Chinese labor association. The Mei Brothers firmly enveloped the Chinese around them.

　　 By the beginning of the 20th century, Nanchiler Street had become a gathering place for Chinese. More than 1,300 Chinese scattered in various districts of Chicago chose to meet here on weekends.

　　Meet friends and family, meet friends, enjoy authentic Chinese cuisine, relax with a fan, or taste cigars and opium, and it has already looked like Chinatown.

　　When the New Year or there is a major celebration festival, all Chinese in Chicago will gather in the streets of Nan Chile, wearing handmade silk dresses, white socks, platform shoes, and celebrate together.

　　 Later became the famous "Chinese Exclusion Act". The Chinese in California suffered unfair treatment. The Qing government boycotted American trade, which caused successive dissatisfaction among the rich in Chicago.

　　The rents on South Chile Street are continuously increasing, and the Chinese in Chicago have suffered indiscriminately. With the construction of the new federal government building here, the Chinese people will retreat to the current 22 blocks, Yonghuo Street and Shemai Road.

Of course, there are other reasons for this, such as the two major Chinese labor associations, the hostility before An Liang and Xie Sheng, the hatred before the two major families of Mei and Tang, and the pressure brought by the federal government~www.readwn.com~ The story is enough to write a novel.

　　 "I don't know Li Shengjue, the food does not fit?" Er Ermei pulled a stool from the side and sat down at a certain distance from the dining table.

　　 "I haven't seen my hometown food for a long time, it's satisfying just to watch it." Li Zitao smiled and pointed to his head. "Spiritual."

　　 "Yeah! The homeland is hard to leave. If the life is not good, who would like to leave the country!" Mei Erye said with emotion.

　　 "It looks like the business here is good." Li Zitao held the fish with chopsticks and tasted it slowly. He could not see anything like what he said, ‘I haven’t seen my hometown food in a long time. ’

　　 "Alright, all rely on some old friends to take care of." Ermei Mei smiled modestly.

　　 "Jews." Li Zitao looked up and looked around.

　　 "Yes, these are regular customers. The father brought the child, and the child Zhang Da became the father, and then brought the child." The eyes of Grandpa Mei flashed with pride.

　　The Mei family has been operating in Chicago for half a century, and the accumulated contacts and resources are not a joke.

　　 In terms of the current environment, this Chinese restaurant called Universal Restaurant has more business than the high-end restaurants on Michigan Avenue and Roosevelt Road in the city center.

　　 "Second Lord doesn't seem to welcome me very much?" After learning the routines in the old movies of the sixties and seventies for a long time, Li Zitao couldn't hold the shelf, and her mother was too tired to talk.

　　 "Open the door to do business, how could it be unwelcome." Ermei Mei clenched his fist towards the west.

　　 "Why did the second man let out the words, and Anliang's people were not allowed to come to the 22nd district." Li Zitao put the chopsticks on the table, and the atmosphere was a bit rigid.

　　 "Haha, who said this, Anliang Chamber of Commerce and Industry, just to let everyone have a place to communicate, can you order others not to succeed." Grandpa Mei smiled a little reluctantly.