Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Chapter 282 Racial Discrimination

Before he knew it, the only expression left on Gong Huasui's face was heartache.

Even though he knew that they were separated by time and space, he still followed Chi Qinghe's footsteps and tried to make him happy in various ways.

As soon as I turned the corner, the scene changed again.

It's still a very long corridor.

It's just a change from the hospital to the entrepreneurship center.

Every few meters, you can see a plaque with the company name.

Blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners can be seen everywhere here.

The passion for entrepreneurship seems to have solidified into substance, shining brightly on everyone's face, making people yearn for this incubation base.

Gong Huasui was not interested in these, he just wanted to find Qinghe.

Logically speaking, the black hair and black eyes should be particularly obvious here, but his brain was about to explode with thinking, and he even tried to control the dream, but Qinghe did not appear.

He glanced at his palm, which seemed to have grown a little bigger.

I took another look at the surrounding environment. Qinghe must be here looking for project investment. They are all technology companies.

It was too boring, so I just went around visiting each store one by one.

I had just walked out of the fifth house and had not yet reached the sixth house when a square black computer bag suddenly fell at my feet.

Immediately afterwards, the owner of the product brochure and computer bag was roughly pushed out by the people inside.

To prevent him from having the evil intention to commit crimes, the people inside locked the door directly.

Through the large transparent glass, the white man in the lead pulled his eyes upwards, squinted, and made mean fun of Chi Qinghe.

“Ching Chong. Go back to China!“

Faced with racial discrimination, Chi Qinghe did not react much. He squatted on the ground and picked up the product introductions one by one.

Seeing that he was so cowardly that he didn't fight back at all, the laughter from inside the door became more intense and seemed particularly harsh.

They opened the door, took out a coin from somewhere, and threw it at Chi Qinghe, imitating the ancient way of tipping street performers.

At the same time, he made sarcastic remarks in broken Chinese.

"Chink, take the reward and go back to China."

A coin hitting your body may not hurt, but if it hits your self-esteem, it is enough to make a big hole.

But at this time, Chi Qinghe had long lost his self-esteem.

Those people took advantage of his study abroad to deliberately create problems for his family's company, and he would be arrested by regulatory authorities as soon as he returned to China.

All disposable funds at home and abroad are handed over to trusted people to manage, and the money left on hand is enough to cover the cost of food.

If he delayed it for another day, he wouldn't even be able to sleep in his weekly rented apartment and would have to go to the park and fight with the homeless for a bench.

Picking up his computer bag and the organized documents, he glanced at the coins on the ground, then raised his eyes and met the white man who was the leader inside the door and discriminated against him unscrupulously.

His eyes were not kind at all, completely different from how he looked when he first came in to introduce the product.

Sensing the smell of gunpowder in the air, they slowly stopped smiling, and there was a hint of fear in their eyes as they looked at Chi Qinghe.

Just as they were wondering what kind of counterattack this Chinese guy could make, he suddenly took out a black marker from his computer bag.

Before anyone could react, a very eye-catching word was written next to their company's signboard -

Racist.

Racist.

Racial discrimination is criminalized in this country.

Normally they keep using all kinds of insulting words, but they think that those people either don't understand them or don't have the energy or time to argue with them, so they just want to vent their anger and annoy others.

But if you get serious about it, they all give in faster than anyone else.

When they saw that Chi Qinghe had written a racist English word on the other side of the wall in pursuit of symmetry, their faces turned pale and they all rushed out to stop Chi Qinghe.

Chi Qinghe ran away after he finished his work, running faster than a rabbit.

Five big men went out to look for him separately, but they couldn't find any trace of him and could only stand there in frustration and rage.

Gong Huasui and Chi Qinghe hid in the flower bed together.

From a distance, a child wearing colorful overalls looked like a little bun with a soft face wrinkled because of sadness.

A man wearing a wrinkled black suit, looking disheveled, with a dead leaf stuck in his hair, but a mischievous smile flashed on his face.

A big one and a small one squatted behind the round ball of the landscape tree, giving a funny feeling of a collision between a rich young master and a young man in distress.

It’s hard to imagine that more than a decade later, the two would become a couple.

"Qinghe, I want to give you money, lots and lots of money!"

Gong Huasui pursed his lips. Perhaps it was because his body had shrunk and his mind had shrunk as well, but he became more emotional.

When he thought about how Qinghe had been bullied in the past, he was so sad that tears streamed down his face.

"Wow, wow, I feel like I'm dead. I haven't even made a will yet. All the money I gave to Qinghe has gone down the drain..."

Gong Huasui touched his aching chest.

There was no pain, and no blood. The thumping sound beneath my palm continued, as if being shot was my dream.

But he knew clearly that it was all real.

The bullet penetrated his body from behind, exploding his flesh and killing all his chances of survival.

Then he is now...

He clutched the cloth around his heart, his expression utterly bewildered.

Did you encounter a soft-hearted system?

If you meet him, why don't you say hello to him?

At this moment, the sky above him suddenly turned dark and he was brought into another scene.

The melodious singing that is unique to the KTV box penetrates into the ears, and the colorful lights shine through the rotating balls and are printed on the faces of everyone in the box.

This time, Gong Huasui easily found Chi Qinghe, who was surrounded by the crowd in the center.

Just as he was about to stand up and rush over, his legs were numb from squatting for too long, and he was about to fall forward onto the glass table.

He reacted quickly and used his hands to support himself to maintain his balance.

Seeing the ice bucket just two centimeters away from his nose, he stepped back inconspicuously.

There was a decorative soft mirror on the outside of the ice bucket. The face under the round, curved mirror was long and thin, and the facial features were compressed and distorted, but he still recognized his eighteen-year-old self.

It was him when I first met Qinghe.

He pinched his chin, admired it for two seconds, then suddenly frowned and snorted twice.

"She'll look better when she grows up. At eighteen, she's like a snake melon, long and thin, ugly, and disgusting."

Having said that, he turned around and wanted to ask Chi Qinghe whether he looked better at the age of 23 or at the age of 18.

As a result, I happened to see a baby-faced boy snatching Chi Qinghe's cell phone.

He approached Chi Qinghe, who was clearly in a bad state, and the dirty thoughts in his eyes were not concealed at all. "Mr. Chi, you are drunk. I will take you upstairs to rest."

He was stunned for a moment before his home was robbed. He was so angry that his scalp exploded. All he could think about was rushing over and throwing the baby-faced guy away.

He also ignored the faint "ding" sound just now.

No matter how many times you try, the outcome is always the same.

He can't touch anyone, nor can he change the facts that have already happened.