Chapter 3: I Want to Prosper

  Three months later; USA, Los Angeles City.

  Many years ago, a great and annoying black leader once said, "I have a dream!" Translated into Chinese is, "I have a dream!"

  This is where the American Dream comes from!

  Yi Feiyang and Paozi have come to Hollywood, of course they also have their American dream... That is, to be able to rely on their own strength, in this colorful world of Hollywood, to carve out a place for themselves!

  In his previous life, Yi Feiyang was a super movie fan. His favorite thing to do was watch movies and he treasured all types of films. As for the scandals and gossip about those big star celebrities, he was extremely familiar with them.

  Yi Feiyang believes that as long as he relies on his own precognition, courage and wisdom, he will definitely be able to succeed in Hollywood, whether it's a song or a movie, whether it's released or produced, he can rely on "external hanging" to dominate North America!

  Yi Feiyang is a person who cannot bear to be ordinary. However, before he goes crazy, there is one thing he must do... wash the dishes!

  The reason is, he doesn't have a green card!

  ……

  Hee-haw! Hee-haw!

  In the back kitchen of the Chinese restaurant, Yifei Yang quickly brushed the plates with agile movements, one by one, two by two, three by four, and the plates were spotless and shining.

  Not far behind, Gao Jiaobao was chopping an onion with one hand wiping away tears and the other hand wiping away snot, it could be said that he chopped the onion very sorrowfully.

  It's not easy to survive in the United States!

  But as an illegal immigrant, it's even harder to survive in America!

  No choice, for survival, Yi Feiyang and Pangzi had to condescend to work in this stingy Chinese restaurant, because many foreign restaurants did not accept black-eyed yellow-skinned Chinese people, they would rather accept those blacks wearing baseball caps. Only here, although the salary is a bit lower, at least it can let you survive temporarily.

  They say America is a sacred land of democracy, freedom and equality. That depends on whether you are an idiot or blind!

  "Idiots! You bunch of slowpokes, can't even finish this little bit of work?! All you're good for is slacking off and eating!" A repulsive-looking wine-stained nose emerged from the drink.

  Jiuzao nose is the boss of this Chinese restaurant, who is stingy by nature. His greatest wish is to sell pig urine bubbles as abalone and fish belly. Of course, he also hopes to split all employees in half for use if they can survive.

  "Look at you, slow as a woman! You're absolutely useless! If I hadn't taken you in, you bunch of sneaky illegal immigrants without ID or green cards would've starved to death on the streets... Hmph!" He burped, "Only someone as kind-hearted as me would help you out! Otherwise, you'd be sleeping on the streets!"

  The drunkard poured down a mouthful of liquor, staggered and stumbled over, kicked away the sliced onions that Pao-chi had carefully prepared, walked up behind one of the women employees, reached out and pinched her high-raised buttocks. The woman, like a startled rabbit, hastily dodged to one side.

  "What are you doing, boss?"

  "What's wrong? Don't you know yet? Hehe." The wine-nosed man was relentless, and reached out to touch the other person's cheek.

  "Oh no, boss, oh no!" The female employee was also a stowaway and had been in the US for almost half a year. She still hadn't gotten her green card and had no choice but to secretly work here.

  The drunkard sneered even more wantonly: "Cut the act, you're not as innocent as you seem! You'd rather be taken advantage of by those American devils? Why don't you just give me a free pass instead? After all, we're from the same family!"

  Look at this shameless and despicable person, yet not a single employee around him dares to speak out. They are almost all undocumented immigrants stuck in the US, with no other way to make a living except for this job.

  So they had no choice but to lower their heads and pretend to be deaf and dumb, or simply make an excuse to leave. No one dared to come forward to stop them.

  The drunkard, having had too much to drink, became even more pleased with himself upon seeing so many people pretending not to notice, and stretched out his hand, this time not to grope a woman's buttocks but her breasts. "Come on, let me see if your little rabbit is plump or not?!"

  Bang!

  Suddenly, a plate shattered.

  Everyone's attention was drawn over there.

  Yi Feiyang shook off the water stains on his hands, "Sorry, I broke a plate."

  The wine-brewer's nose was askew, his eyes slanted, "You little scoundrel, you did it on purpose!" He had been displeased with this newcomer for a long time.

  "Ah, you've figured it out, clever!"

  "You're looking for death! Believe it or not, I'll fire you and throw you out onto the streets..." Wine-nose shouted.

  Bang!

  Yi Feiyang accidentally dropped another plate on the ground, "Sorry, I broke another one!"

  It hurts his nose and heart, he who is stingy by nature feels that this is cutting into his flesh.

  "You...you..." The wine-soaked nose was so choked with emotion that he couldn't get the words out, "I'll dock your pay!"

  Clap Clap Clap!!!!!

  Yi Feiyang dropped the plate, and as one fell to pieces, Jiu Zui Bi could no longer hold back his temper. But before he could explode, Yi Feiyang shouted "Catch!" and a plate flew towards him.

  The wine lees nose is like a sensitive hunting dog, jumping and grasping with its hands.

  But then, whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!!!

  A string of plates flew towards him like flying saucers.

  The wine dregs nose was tragic, he wasn't an octopus with eight claws, only to see that plate smash onto his face, on the bridge of his nose, making a loud cracking sound...

  Yi Feiyang played "flying disc" with great joy, but ended up with a swollen nose and bruised face. In the end, he was left holding a pile of broken plates, panting heavily on the ground like a dog, shouting "You... I'm going to call the police... catch you!"

  "Humph, you're throwing a tantrum! Sorry, really sorry, I didn't mean to! Come on, calm down, let me help you up!" Yi Feiyang carefully helped Jiu Zui up.

  The wine-brewed nose thought he was scared, so he panted and said with a sneer: "Ha, you stinky little brat, now you know what it means to be afraid? You damned rascal, how dare you smash me like this with a plate..."

  "Boss, I've actually had something to say to you all along!" Yi Feiyang supported his wine-stained nose, "That is... I quit!" After finishing speaking, he lifted one foot and kicked him straight in the stomach. The wine-stained nose felt a rush of wind by his ear, followed by a loud thud, and his entire body was kicked into the trash can, with his butt facing down. Immediately after, his internal organs churned, and the wine he had drunk, mixed with all sorts of things, sprayed out in one go!

  Everyone stared at Yifei Yang in shock.

  Suddenly, applause erupted.

  "Good job, well done!"

  "Kill this old bastard!"

  ……

  Yi Feiyang looked at the half-dead Jiu Zui Bi, took off his work uniform and casually threw it on Jiu Zui Bi's head, then said to Pangzi: "Let's go!"

  Fatso panicked and hastily pleaded, "A Yang, don't be impulsive, whatever you do, don't be impulsive!" Then he ran to the wine boss's side, "Boss, A Yang didn't mean it, considering we've been working hard for you, can you give us another chance?"

  His nose was bruised and swollen, half dead and unable to speak, he could only stretch out a finger with great difficulty.

  Fatso hastily grasped this lifeline, "Are you saying we get another chance?"

  Wine lees nose wriggling mouth: "I'm saying... dry!"

  Fatso: "......" was stunned for a moment, and immediately kicked and punched the wine-brewed nose.

  "Don't pull me back, I must beat this bastard to death! I have no regrets helping him chop so many onions, and he still 'fries' me! I'll spit at you!"

  ……

  Los Angeles, on the street.

  "Ayan, we're unemployed now, what should we do?" Fatso said with a worried face.

  "We'll take care of this elsewhere, we won't keep you here, there's another place for that!"

  "Great, you've even lost your salary!" Fatso quickened his pace to catch up with Yi Feiyang and said, "However, I'm still quite clever. Take a look at this watch, how much do you think it can sell for?"

  Yi Feiyang stared at the golden Rolex in Pengzi's hand and was taken aback: "Where did you get this?"

  "I just got it when I was beating up the turtle boss earlier!"

  Yi Feiyang: "......"

  Fatso: "It's all because they owe us our wages... look at how much it's worth?"

  Yi Feiyang: "Don't even look, it's fake!"

  "What's fake? You haven't even seen it, how would you know?"

  "That stingy guy would never buy such an expensive watch!"

  "Really fake?!" Fatso bit down on his Rolex from behind, and a row of teeth marks immediately appeared on the gold watch.

  "I'm going to punch you in the lungs! I finally came to America and ran into a fake one!" The fat man let out a roar of anger.

  "What's going on now? Even this watch is useless!" Fatso caught up with Yifeyang and said.

  Yi Feiyang didn't respond to the fatty's words, but instead gazed at the blurry night scene, where various colorful Hollywood superstar posters were plastered on the high-rise buildings around him - Tom Cruise, Julia Roberts; then looked again at the dazzling array of luxury cars on the road; the homeless people roasting by the roadside, the idle black men, and the chatting delinquent teenagers...

  Yi Feiyang suddenly asked Pangzi: "Feibao, what was our ideal when we came to America before?"

  "Of course we want to get rich and then return home in glory!"

  "What about us now? What's the difference between us and those vagrants and beggars on the street?"

  "The difference is... " Fatso glanced at the guys drinking and roasting by the fire not far away, "They have wine to drink, but we don't."

  Yi Feiyang: "!!!!!!"

  "Remember, this is America, this is Hollywood! This place is paved with gold!" Yi Fei Yang's eyes shot out a fierce light, like a beast devouring people. "As long as you have the guts and courage, you can become the master of this place, a super tycoon who deserves it! But look at how we're struggling now..."

  "What can we do? We don't have any money now, and we don't even have our ID cards!" Fatso said with a shrug.

  "Money can be earned!" Yì Fēi Yáng said, walking straight into a department store. Before the owner could ask what he wanted, Yì Fēi Yáng asked: "Who is the richest person in America?"

  Everyone in the supermarket stared at this strange guy with their eyes wide open, and suddenly the white boss said: "I don't know about others, but I do know that he is very rich!"

  Yi Feiyang looked around, but it was a bestseller placed on the shelf. The cover had a white man wearing thick glasses, with one hand supporting his chin and a mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth.

  This man is known by all Americans, and Yi Fei Yang also knows him. He is the "King of Terror" in America... Stephen King!