Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant

  Chapter 48 is very good at teaching people

   As a result, An Feng had a huge follower beside him.

   They ate a three-point meal (two in Guri) at a restaurant. An Feng looked at him, this guy is very tall and strong, his figure over 1.9 meters is extremely burly, standing next to him, he will unconsciously realize that he is a second-class cripple, and he can see a concealment in the depths of his eyes Unstoppable ferocity.

  Although Gu Li didn't say it, the origin of this kind of person is definitely not simple. If it is some kind of Russian mafia, wouldn't it be asking for trouble?

  An Feng wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said seriously: "Guli, you know that the reason I help you is out of gratitude, not because I want you to do things for me."

Guri looked up at him, holding a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, with pieces of pizza still sticking to his mouth. He seemed to think for a while, and then said: "I know, you are a good person. But what I said before, don't will violate it, and I can be your bodyguard until the interview begins."

  Bodyguard? An Feng frowned, he is not a super rich man or a political figure, what kind of bodyguard do he use!

  An Feng asked in confirmation: "So you decided to follow me?"

   "Yes." Guri said.

   "Then what will you do?"

   "I'm good at teaching people!" Gu Li counted his fingers, "I can use guns, be familiar with light weapons, use torture, drive a car, drive a helicopter, and drive an assault ship..."

   "Oh! Please! I'm a pacifist! I don't need mercenaries!" An Feng felt dizzy.

  Guri grinned: "But there are always accidents, like last night, isn't it? I don't think a gentleman should show violence in front of a lady."

   "When did you become so good at talking?"

   "I memorized some movie lines." Gu Li said shyly.

  An Feng is sweating profusely, he's so honest. He continued: "Okay, I also want to confirm that your previous experience is your privacy, but in this land of the United States, have you committed a crime? Will it involve me? Tell me honestly , I don't want to get into trouble for no apparent reason."

"No..." Gu Li avoided An Feng's eyes, "Well, there is one thing, but I can guarantee that the police did not file a case! I have had conflicts with the locals, but I did not provoke them on my own initiative. I can no longer stand idly by when gangsters attack women."

   "Again?" An Feng heard the word clearly.

  Guri's eyes changed, and he nodded: "Yes, I hesitated before, and then a very unfortunate thing happened, I can no longer stand idly by."

   "Is this why you shot last night?" An Feng seemed to understand.

   "Yes." Guli nodded.

   "Okay, you stay until your visa is approved." An Feng said to him.

  Guri grinned again.

   "But I have many rules." An Feng hit him.

  …

  Called Joanna and told her that Guli's matter had been dealt with and there were no major problems. After she left a few words of blessing, she then contacted Song Wenrui. The matter of cooperation has been discussed, but the specific division of labor has not yet been clarified. They plan to call a few more people to discuss.

  The experimental process is not important to An Feng. He has the complete steps in his mind. It can be said that he can draw engineering drawings with a pen with his eyes closed. However, the experiment can check the understanding of Song Wenrui and Tian Hao's graphene technology, which is convenient for them to arrange the focus of their work in the future.

  This is a complex project, not only including core technology research and development, but also a full set of production workshops, involving various precision machines, machine tools, etc. In order to make this graphene, he needs to be familiar with high-precision machine tools, high-grade synthetic materials... a slight move will affect the whole body.

  This time I changed the location, instead of UCB, but the University of San Francisco where Tian Hao studied. There is not much difference, but it is convenient for Tian Hao to attend classes.

  Give Song Wenrui a brief introduction to Gu Li, and set off with him.

There are many universities in the San Francisco area, the famous ones are Berkeley, Stanford and other institutions. The University of San Francisco where Tian Hao studied is not eye-catching in front of these big heads, but there are many Chinese students, and it is private. That being said, scholarships are generous.

  Song Wenrui led the way with a car in front, and An Feng's sports car followed behind, crossed the Oakland Bay Bridge, entered San Francisco - the urban area, and continued uphill and downhill. The University of San Francisco is built on a hillside, looking for a parking space on the campus, and there are vehicles coming in around. Just as Song Wenrui's car was about to get into an open space, a black Audi R8 drove up from the other side. As soon as the other party honked the horn, it just blocked it and let Song Wenrui retreat first.

  A head protruded from the window of the R8 car, Chinese—because he cursed people in Mandarin: "Hey! Your eyes don't look at the road! The four-eyed boy on the street!"

   After finishing speaking, he stepped on the accelerator a few times, and the engine roared. Song Wenrui didn't want to compete with this kind of person, and wanted to retreat, but An Feng's car followed behind, and the road was narrow, so he couldn't retreat. The other party also noticed this and got out of the car, followed by two white men from a GMC car behind.

   "Stand back! Fuck you!" the white man yelled in English.

  An Feng frowned when he saw the four arrogant guys outside. They came first, and that road was obviously not for vehicles going against the road. These guys were really arrogant. Seeing An Feng's expression, Gu Li pushed the door and got out of the car without saying a word. Before An Feng could speak, he had already come to the other party.

The four people saw a big man approaching menacingly, and they froze for a moment. Gu Li had already come in front of them, pinched the necks of the two Chinese in front of them, lifted them up with each hand, put them aside, and then came to the white man with a calm expression. In front of him, Shen Sheng asked, "What do you two **** want?"

The two white men looked up at the ferocious Gu Li, most of the momentum disappeared, and saw that he got off a valuable sports car, which was inferior in terms of financial resources and strength, and said sensiblely: "It's okay, I misunderstood you. .” Then he returned to the car in despair, backed up and left.

  The two Chinese looked at Gu Li with some fear, and the helpers had left. They dared not stay, but they managed to leave a threat: "You wait!"

  Gu Li turned his head and smiled triumphantly at An Feng.

  An Feng took it.

  After parking the car, Gu Li heard that he was going to do a boring experiment, he immediately shook his head: "It's better for me to stay below to help you look at the car."

   Whatever he wanted, An Feng asked Song Wenrui as he walked, "Why are those foreign students so arrogant?"

Song Wenrui said contemptuously: "They are all from the second or third generation from China. They either have money or are officials. They don't know anything else when they come here. They use money to make friends. Have you seen those white people? They all use money Otherwise, how could they make friends with a yellow man who can't even speak English well?"

   "No way, foreign students can't even speak English well?" An Feng was surprised.

Song Wenrui explained: "There are two kinds of international students. One is the real scholar, who can learn slowly even if he doesn't understand. The other is the rich and powerful. It's okay now, at least they can use money. In the past, they just I like to get together with my own people and not participate in other activities. What do you think you can learn by hanging out all day? English? Some people go back to school after four years and don’t learn English, but they can speak the domestic dialect so smoothly!”

  An Feng smiled: "That relationship is not called studying abroad, it should be called luxury overseas travel for compatriots!"

Song Wenrui didn't like them very much: "They are all very rich, buy sports cars and live in luxury houses. Some foreign students are still in China, so they call the local car dealers to order sports cars first. When they hold a party, they are like Luxury car show! In some small cities around universities, the economy is completely driven by overseas Chinese students, more than half of the sales of luxury cars come from this group of wealthy students, and smart dealers have hired Chinese-speaking Chinese to sell them!"

   "What's this called, foreign private customization?" An Feng said mockingly.

Song Wenrui curled his lips: "But it deserves it. Those people with background think that sending their children to study will be successful. Who would have thought that they only learned how to play and drink, and no one can control them. In the past, they were always blackmailed by black people and bullied by white people. Now the two The brains of the kind of people are all bright, and they say that if you hang out with them, you can pay as much as you want every month, and there is even marijuana smoking. The white students laugh behind their backs that they are rich reptiles!"

An Feng said with emotion: "Then it's better to stay in China. At least there is a powerful father. Someone will take care of whatever happens. Money can solve problems. Harmony and stability are the most important thing. You don't need to come here to enjoy being bullied and blackmailed." , do you have money but don’t know how to settle your troublesome life?”

Song Wenrui also didn't understand: "Who knows what their parents think, the moon is round in foreign countries? Maybe they want to get an identity, or maybe they want to transfer assets from unknown sources. This trend is getting worse and worse. Polarized, one side is particularly well-educated, and the other side is very rich."

   "Hey, don't care about them, just do your own thing." An Feng looked up at the laboratory number, and unconsciously arrived at the place.

  Song Wenrui agreed: "Yes, what my parents bring cannot be changed, but I have the ability to change my own!"

  (end of this chapter)