Chapter 234 A Good Place (1/2)

Chapter 234: A Good Place

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Walking on the road, everything seemed so new to Mr. Li.

The bodybuilder with his muscles exposed, the youth bouncing his basketball, the snake charmer wearing a Speedo, and the rollerblading Sikh bard: the boardwalk was extremely busy.

As they walked farther away from the beach, they left the bustle behind and the environment became quieter.

As the town was modeled after the floating city, there was also the complicated Venetian canal.

Unlike the floating city, the town’s canal was man-made and because ”Venice” cannot exist without water, the town had spared no effort in directing water from the sea into the man-made canal.

Li Du walked leisurely along the gravel road, which was next to the canal. The place still reflected its early days, with boatmen ferrying tourists in gondolas on the canal.

America was a melting pot of immigrants and many people who worked there were residents from Italy. The sounds of fluent Italian being spoken would mistakenly make one feel as though one were in the floating city.

Palm trees lined the two banks and among them were boutique hotels, cafes, yoga studios, art galleries, as well as antique shops and pawn shops. Such shops had the logo of the Association of American Treasure Hunters—this meant that they welcomed those in this trade to enter.

Li Du resisted his curiosity and did not enter. He was now on holiday and did not want to do anything related to work.

There were some seagulls and waterfowls in the canal; some people were sitting on the benches nearby and feeding them pieces of bread.

Li Du also sat on the bench. First, he called his parents up to tell them he was doing well. Then he transferred 50,000 dollars to them.

His parents were delighted that their son could make a living overseas, and that he had earned quite a bit of money.

But Mrs. Li’s heart ached for her son. ”Xiao Du, don’t you only tell me good news. Tell us the truth—has anything unpleasant happened in America? Tell us.”

Li Du smiled. ”I’m happy here, and I’m even keeping a cat and a raccoon as pets. All that matters is that you and dad are well back home.”

Before hanging up, Mrs. Li hesitated, then said, ”Then, Xiao Du, this Chinese New Year, are you coming home?”

Last Chinese New Year, he had been dealing with the matter of the school being closed. With too many things on his mind, he had not gone home for the festivities.

Able to tell what his mother was hinting at, Li Du promised, ”Definitely going back. Mom, don’t worry. I’ll be back for the new year.”

Having his assurance, Mrs. Li was beaming with joy back at home.

After hanging up, he heard a strong southern accent in Mandarin: ”Hey lad, are you here in America to study?”

Li Du turned around and saw an old Chinese man with a walking stick smiling at him.

He smiled as well. ”Yes, I was here to study, but working now. What about you? Are you an immigrant?”

The old man smiled as he came over to take a seat. ”Yes, I was an immigrant. When China fell in 1949, I came here with my family, and I’ve stayed all my life since!”

Upon hearing this, Li Du knew that the old man’s family background had much to do with the Kuomintang Party. Otherwise, he would not have used the term ”fall of China.”

Avoiding the topic, he asked politely, ”How did you feel after coming here to America?”