The old aunt squinted at Goofy and smiled kindly. "If you don’t shy with your aunt, there won’t be many young people coming from Brooklyn, and it’s even harder. In fact, I’ve always wanted my girl to find a Chinese. After all, she has a similar culture and lives in a common language. If she brings me a white son-in-law, I really don’t know how to be a mother-in-law for foreigners .. By the way, are you Chinese, young man?"
Aunt hasn’t met the yellow race for a long time, so she can’t help talking to Goofy.
"My father is Chinese, my mother is white and I am half-blood," Goofy replied awkwardly.
"Half-blood? I really didn’t see that you can say that your father’s genes are too strong. You look like you are Chinese, and your mother’s genes have not left any traces on you, "said the aunt."
"Yes, right?" Goofy nods
"How do you know my girl?" Aunt soon pulled the topic back to the topic "is her high school classmate? Or a college alumnus? My girl is not bad, is she? Although she grew up in Brooklyn, she is still a gentle and virtuous China girl in her bones … "
"Cough, aunt, I really don’t know your girl. I just came to … to hang out. I didn’t bring my house key. I just came to the supermarket to have a look." Goofy finally came up with a more reasonable excuse.
"Ah …" Aunt’s eyes flashed a trace of loss when she heard this. "I really don’t know my girl?"
"I really don’t know" Gao Fei tells the truth
Aunt slightly shy bowed his head, "look at me too bold to misunderstand you, pestering you to say a lot of it’s really embarrassing …"
Goofy quickly comforted, "It’s also a worry that no aunt can chat with her fellow villagers."
Aunt laughed again when she heard this, narrowing her eyes and approving, "What a considerate guy …"
Then she suddenly took out her wallet and turned out a photo inside and handed it to Gao Fei. "This is my girl. Look at her!"
Goofy couldn’t bear to refuse to pick it up and see the photo. It was a typical southern girl with delicate, gentle eyes and very clever eyes.
"It’s beautiful," Goofy nodded approvingly.
"You don’t have anyone, do you?" Aunt smiled and asked, "How old are you, young man? What kind of work do you do? Tell your aunt?"
"I don’t have a job," Goofy replied simply and neatly, and returned the photos at the same time, guessing that Aunt had no intention to fix him up with her girl when she heard this answer.
Unexpectedly, the old aunt’s enthusiasm did not decrease, but she was diligent in introducing workers.
"It’s very easy to find a job. Brooklyn still has certain preferential treatment for Chinese employment. There are enterprises to avoid being detained for racial discrimination. Every ethnic group has to recruit one or two … You have to go to an artificial unit without yellow race to apply for 99% success!"
"Thank you, aunt. I’m not going to work yet …" Goofy declined.
"How can I do it without work? How can you live without making money without working? Young people should know how to save for a rainy day and save some savings while they are strong, so that the day after tomorrow can be moist! " Aunt became more and more enthusiastic and simply acted as a life mentor for Goofy.
Goofy one build, what did not build? It was just killing time, but it was eleven o’clock in the evening and the small supermarket was shuttered. There was still no illegal robbery.
"It seems that I can’t go back today …" Goofy complained in his heart that he didn’t know what happened in the real world and what impact he had on the future world after crossing.
"Well, the young man’s aunt is going to close," said the aunt, packing up her sweater at ten past eleven.
"Oh, I should go, too," Goofy said in dismay.
"Come again sometime." My aunt is very fond of Goofy. "By the way, what should I call you?"
"My name is Gfy," Goofy said with a smile. "I live behind Macy’s."
"Nice to meet you, Goofy." Aunt smiled kindly.
"Me, too." Aunt Goofy said politely, don’t turn around and dive into the Brooklyn night again.
Unexpectedly, just going out a few steps, a burly man in dark clothes and a baseball cap met him, and he passed by to see that this man should be going to Jixiang supermarket.
Goofy couldn’t help smiling and hiding in a tree beside the road.
"This is Brooklyn …"
Unexpectedly, the burly man pressed the brim of the baseball cap at the door and then went straight into the auspicious supermarket that was closing. Aunt looked up and turned pale.
"Give me two bottles of Cohen and a few packs of Marlboros and give me the change in the cash register!"
The burly man waved his hand in his loose clothes, and the outline of a gun could be seen through the clothes.
"You’ve been here four times this month …" Aunt obviously recognized the man’s low status and begged, "Where can I give you money?"
"Cut the crap and do as I say! If I don’t usually cover you, there will be more people! " The burly man whispered, "You know how miserable Chinese people are in Brooklyn supermarkets, don’t you?"
"My daughter is in college, and she will learn to dance recently. Please …" My aunt pleaded. "Can you come back next month? It will be next month in three days. "
"Ms. Wang, it seems that I have to give you some color to see see." The man’s voice is getting more and more gloomy. "This is what you asked for."
However, the voice did not fall, and the supermarket door automatically rang-"WELE!"
Chapter 5 gangsters
Fly away and return with the automatic welcome at the supermarket door.
His appearance made Aunt Wang and the burly man unexpected, and their conversation was forced to stop.
"Goofy … what are you doing back?" Aunt Wang was worried and said, "Go home quickly."
While talking, my aunt winked desperately not to let Goofy get involved in the conflict.
Most of the robbers who come to the supermarket are desperate fugitives with one or two black guns in their hands. Once Aunt Wang’s words and deeds offend these crazy people, they may shoot at the gun at any time.
Because of this, most supermarket owners in the neighborhood choose to compromise. Anyway, if they have cash in the cash register, they will grab a hundred dollars at a time. If they go against them, or call the police, they will really do anything once they stimulate these crazy nerves.
But goofy likes outlaws, and he’s not rare.
"Dude has a gun?"