When the boat was hiking New York Harbor, it was already dark. The Statue of Liberty emitted a light green light against the backdrop of the light. Although it did not hinder the viewer's admiration, it always felt that there was a little less smell.

"Did you come to the United States for the first time?" A pleasant baritone rang in his ear.

"Ah? What?" Ai Fei looked back and looked: "Yes, Mr. Christo, this is the first time I have come to your country. Well, what a majestic building!"

"Yes! Not only a foreigner like Ike, but even myself as a New Yorker, every time I come back, I feel that only the United States deserves such a majestic and magnificent building, what do you think?"

Ike is the English name Ai Fei gave him. If you still call him Ai Feijun or Mr Ai Fei in the United States, it would be inconvenient: "Well, I think that only with buildings like the Statue of Liberty can the people of your country have a direction to work hard! From this perspective, is it the United States that has made the famous statues or the statues shaped the spirit of the Americans? It is still a difficult question to answer!"

The guy named Christo is a lieutenant in the US military stationed in Yokogawa. This time he returned to China to spend Christmas with his family. He met Ai Fei on the boat, but this young man seemed unwilling to speak. Maybe he left his motherland at such a young age, and he was reluctant to leave him? He always thought about it. He was stunned for a moment when he heard this: "You..."

"What?"

"Is it my illusion, or do you always do this... or do people in your country have the taste of a philosopher?"

Ai Fei laughed: "If the person standing in front of you is a German, I think he will definitely like your evaluation! As for me, I just say whatever I think of."

The hull shook for a moment, and finally got onto the dock. Christo greeted Ai Fei, turned around and walked into the cabin.

Ai Fei shrank a little hard, tightened his coat tightly, and looked down from the side of the boat. Well, it was so high! Looking down from the side of the boat, it was dark below. There were porters like little ants working back and forth at the passenger and freight terminal not far away. A little further away, you can see the lights of thousands of families in New York City. The whole city was sleeping for this cold winter night. Looking at the watch, it was already past 9 o'clock in the evening. In 1951, the United States was far from the prosperity of later generations. Of course, compared with other countries, it was already quite amazing.

After waiting for a while, hearing the voices in the cabin became a little lower, Ai Fei then walked into his room slowly. There were very few packages with him, only a few items to change clothes. There were some things like toiletries on the car. He walked out of the cabin with the package. The waiter in charge of the service on the boat was smiling and saying goodbye to the guests who were leaving: "Goodbye, Mr. Ike."

"Goodbye Henry, thank you very much for your help along the way. Goodbye."

"My honor, sir."

He walked off the hull, took the certificate issued when storing the goods, and went to the bow of the ship to propose his Mercedes-Benz car, and started: "Dudu!Dudu!"

The guests walking in front turned to hide, but who knew that his car had stopped slowly: "Mr. Christo? Mr. Christo?"

Christo, in a military uniform, stopped and turned around to identify: "Mr. Ike? Is this... your car?"

"Do you want me to give you a ride? It's too cold!"

Christo smiled: "If that's the case, I'd be grateful to you. Linda, can it?"

The person named Linda was his wife. He smiled shyly when he heard this: "Thank you,..."

"His name is Ake, and he is a friend I met on the boat. Let's get in the car." The couple got into the car, and the lady sat down in the back row, and Christo sat in the passenger seat: "Well, it's so warm! Oh, again, thank you."

"Don't be polite." Ai Fei moved the car again and drove forward: "So, where should I send you and the beautiful Mrs. Christo? By the way, this is my first time in your country. Can you give me some advice on the road?"

Christo pursed his lips as if he were funny: "If possible, can you send us to Brooklyn Heights? Well, just follow this dock road and keep moving forward."

The car followed Christo's guidance and ran forward. On this cold winter night, only a very small number of taxis whizzed by the side with the lights that were ready to serve. Everything else was so quiet. Christo took out the cigarette box and took out a cigarette: "Ike?"

"Oh no, I don't smoke, thank you."

The middle-aged man lit a group on his own: "Are all Japanese so rich? Can they actually drive Mercedes-Benz?"

Ai Fei unnaturally glanced at Mrs. Christo sitting behind through the rearview mirror. Unexpectedly, not only did she not feel dissatisfied with her husband smoking in the car, but she also took out a flat cigarette box from her carry-on bag and took out one to suck. Then he suddenly thought: Many of the life details he was familiar with still did not exist in this era of 1951! For example, the simplest point is that men of this era do not have any respect for women in their hearts! It can be seen from a small matter like smoking!

"Mr. Ike?"

"Ah," Ai Fei retracted his thoughts: "No, this is obtained through a friend..., and it actually doesn't cost money." He didn't want to be rich in front of a relatively strange man: "It's just taken it for a few days, and when he gets back, he has to return it to others!"

"That's right!" Christo was easily deceived by his little lie: "Ike is coming to the United States this time, is it a trip or..."

"Official business. This time I came to the company and also handle some official business matters for me personally." Ai Fei paused: "Mr. Christo..."

"What?"

"This is my first time in your country. Is there anything I should pay special attention to?"

“Eh?”

"You know, there are many different places in our two countries, but don't solve some problems because of my personal reasons!"

"Ah, I understand." Christo nodded: "Simply put, in addition to the necessary etiquette, just pay attention to the way of speaking! Americans don't pay much attention to this,..."

He just said a few words in a general way, but his wife felt a little embarrassed to sit in someone else's car in vain. She bounced the ash into the ashtray in the car with great elegance: "Mr. Ike, can I say a few words?"

"Ah, of course, of course."

"For some special reasons, I think Americans do not have a particularly good impression of the people from Asia. Of course, a gentleman who is willing to help others like Mr. Ike will soon be recognized by others. What I mean is that not only Japanese people, but also people from other countries, as long as they are Asians and live in the United States, please pay attention."

Of course Ai Fei knew what she was saying, and nodded after hearing this: "I understand! Thank you very much for your advice."

"I have lived in your country with my wife for a while and I have a little understanding of the Japanese, but others are afraid that they will not be so... gentlemanly, do you understand?" Christo took over his wife's topic: "So, if possible, Mr. Ike, after you have finished your official duties..."

He didn't say the following words, but Ai Fei probably understood it, and just advised him to return home as soon as possible. Although the other party was kind, Ai Fei could only smile bitterly in his heart: Go back just now? Do you really regard this journey as a tourist trip?

"Bang bang, bang bang!" The car glass was knocked with a baton, awakening the confused guests inside: "Ah?" Ai Fei sat up, stretched his curled body a little, and looked outside. Under the bright sky, a policeman stood in front of his car window and was hitting with a baton: "………?

"Ah? What?" Ai Fei rolled down the car window despite his discomfort: "Is there anything wrong?"

The policeman on duty did not expect that the man (child) in the car would speak fluent English, so it was difficult to judge his identity: "You...is this your car? Driver's license."

Ai Fei was shocked: He only had a Japanese driver's license, and he had not brought it with him: "I... don't."

"No?" The policeman was stunned and opened his car door. It was so heavy: "Get down!"

Ai Fei dared not resist - this is not Japan - he walked out of the car obediently, stood in the cold wind under the gaze of the citizens surrounding him: "What's the matter, police officer?"

The policeman looked him up and down a few times, twisted his shoulders suddenly, and the boy turned around, allowing the latter to fumble over him, took out his passport from his pocket, and handed it to his companion: "Check this guy!"

"………… Japanese?" Ai Fei was turned back: "Japanese? Are you Japanese?"

“Yes, I am.”

"Hmph! You are too far from home! Fascist boy!" The police sarcastically said a few coldly: "Now I suspect that you came to the United States to participate in some illegal operations and want to arrest you!" As he said that, he did not allow him to resist, so he pressed him to the side of the car again and put handcuffs on him.

Ai Fei scolded him in his heart!***, why did he encounter such a thing as soon as he arrived in the United States? People had to bow their heads under the roof, and had to be obediently stuffed into the car - to be a god, but they were sent to the police station with their own car.

Section 2

"I heard you caught a Japanese man in Times Square?" Officer Jeffrey asked while walking into the locker room.

"Yes, a young fascist boy. Damn it! A Japanese man who was only 20 years old was driving a German car. Can you believe it?" A patrolman who had just arrested Ai Fei said with confusion on his face.

"Is the latest way of joining fascism?"

"Hahahaha!" A loud laughter rang out in the locker room: "Wait a moment and get this damn fascist boy!" Ai Fei didn't know in the detention room that before he saw the American style, he had a disgusting nickname: fascist boy.

Jeffrey usually doesn't have to wear a police uniform, and just wears a suit and walks into the office: "Give me the information about that fascist boy."

There was no information, only some items he had with him, his passport, wallet, some US dollar change inside, and of course, his valuable watch. Jeffrey picked up his passport and looked at it: "What's the name...? Ai Fei?"

"There are the information you can have now. Boss, I heard Howard say that this watch is still genuine! It is said to be very expensive. From this point of view, he should be a very rich guy."

Jeffrey picked up the watch and put it on his wrist, shook it a few times: "Well, it's really good. I've seen it at Rockefeller Center, it costs more than $700!"

"………………” The police officer whistled: "A watch costs more than $700?"

"Yes." Jeffrey put his wrist on his ear and listened. The more he listened, the more he loved it! Put things like a passport back into the folder: "Let's go, look at this fascist boy!"

The police station's detention room was empty, and there were no other prisoners except Ai Fei. He was relieved and fell asleep beautifully on the bench indoors. He made up for the insomnia caused by not sleeping well last night. As soon as he woke up, he heard footsteps outside. A tall and strong man walked in with several police officers: "Is it him?"

Ai Fei is tall among the Japanese, but compared with the Americans in front of him, he becomes a dwarf: "The boss is him."

Jeffrey walked to the iron cage: "I am the captain of the patrol squad of the Upper Town Police Department in New York, Jeffrey Hausen. What is your name?"

If I brought a mirror over, Ai Fei would definitely be surprised by the flattering smile on his face. Did he not show the slavery in this bastard character when he was in Japan?: "My name is Ai Fei, just call me Ike, Mr. Hausen."

"Ike? Haha! Have you heard it? This fascist boy actually has the same name as our Mr. President?"

Ai Fei knew that the President he mentioned was Eisenhower, who was about to take office next year (1952), and did not dare to speak much, so he had to smile: "It was just a name he had randomly named."

"Absolutely? Do you think the name of our President is absolutely?"

"……………” Ai Fei could not control his emotions. He knew that the other party was making trouble, but why? He had no place to offend them, right? Ah! His eyes floated and he saw the watch worn on Jeffrey's wrist. He knew! This damn captain must have taken a fancy to his watch, which was simply blackmail!

I was willing to do it but never dared, so I had to continue to laugh: "Do you have any better name? If it can match my name, I don't mind changing it. After all, there is only my Japanese name on my passport, right?"

Jeffrey's fingers hit the iron bars, making a rhythmic sound. Ai Fei understood at a glance that the other party was deliberately showing him the watch: "Well, Mr. Hausen's watch is very beautiful!"

"Really? Do you think so?"

"Of course, such a Laurenkos brand watch is sold for 30,000 yen in our country! I have always wanted to buy one, but I don't have that much money. I didn't expect that I could actually see it in your country!"

Jeffrey glanced at him with satisfaction. He didn't expect that this fascist boy was so sensible, so he wouldn't be able to lock him inside. He whispered behind him and a police officer came over and opened the iron door. He rubbed his wrists and walked out: "Wow!"

"What, does it hurt?"

"Ah, no, it's just that in your country's movies, all those who uncuffed their hands will hum like this."

"Hahahaha!" The police officers did not expect that this Japanese boy would speak so interestingly, and at the same time they burst into laughter.

"This is your passport, car key, and wallet. Please click to collect it." A police officer brought a large paper bag and poured out the things inside. Ai Fei picked it up one by one, and he cursed again in his heart: It's okay to have car keys, passports and other things, but his wallet is made of very high-end calfskin, which is very soft. Not to mention that there is less than 10 yuan in the wallet. Now, the wallet has been replaced with an ordinary product, and the money is only 20 US dollars and 10 US dollars left, and there are no other ones! How can this be the police station? It's simply a thief's nest!

A wry smile appeared on his face. Fortunately, the certificate of deposit that could be withdrawn from Citibank was not finally revealed by them - put in their own shirt pockets - and put a few things separately: "Everything is normal! Thank you very much."

The policeman who brought him the things nodded secretly with satisfaction and handed over another piece of paper: "So, please sign."

Watching him clean up and tie a thin twill tie that seemed very strange and ridiculous to the people at that time: "So, Mr. Ike, have you sorted out the things?" Officer Jeffrey asked, doing something bad.

"Everything is done, once again, thank you very much."

"Um..." Jeffrey picked up the car keys on the table, and Ai Fei's heart sank. He wouldn't even greedy for me, right? Fortunately, compared to the watch, Mercedes-Benz is too conspicuous. Jeffrey didn't dare to make such an idea and put the car keys back on the table: "Mr. Ike, there is something I must remind you. Because you came to our country with a Japanese passport, and there is no driver's license that can be used in the United States, you'd better find a safe place to save the car and then be taken to the police station by our patrol officer. It's not that simple."

Ai Fei pretended not to understand what he meant: "Thank you for your reminder. I think it's necessary for me to learn a driver's license."

Walking out of the police station building and looking back at the building in the sun, Ai Fei spitted on the ground: "Dog bastard! One day I will ask you to double the repayment to me!"
Chapter completed!