Darkwalker of the Sky World

Standing in Manhattan's Batley Park, Zhou Zhen looked at the Statue of Liberty, which was almost the same as later generations, and then looked back at the skyscrapers that had not changed much.

This is the economic center of the U.S. Emperor and the place where he will live for three years.

Sitting on a bench in the park, Zhou Zhen looked at the materials stored for a long time, picked up a military bag and carried a bag on his back, and walked towards Chinatown in the Lower East Side.

It is like a closed community, and most of the Chinese here refuse to integrate into American society.

Zhou Zhen's capital preparations are invested in the futures market, and it is natural to save money in the past few months.

When you have no money, you can at least enjoy food when you live in Chinatown.

Of course, more importantly, he has a good cooking skill and can find a good job in Chinatown.

The Great Depression has not yet begun. From the rise in oil prices, industrialized countries have been severely affected, and the economy has only begun to decline.

In the park, many artists are performing their talents. People come and go on the street. Except for cars and decorations, people's clothes appear to be relatively backward. Manhattan in this era is not much different from later generations.

Of course, if you shift your eyes to the glamorous back, the decline here is also very serious, especially after entering Chinatown, you can find dirty everywhere, small advertisements all over the street.

Everyone here speaks Cantonese and Hokkien. Zhou Zhen has no idea of ​​recognizing fellow villagers. He just observes a few big hotels.

There are mainly Cantonese cuisines here, and Zhou Zhen will be the northern cuisine of Shandong cuisine. Observed a circle, I was a little disappointed.

It's no wonder that the Mandarin-speaking Bay Bay people did not come here after immigrating here, instead they created a Chinatown in Flushing.

However, he is still ready to make his home here, because it is not far to go out, it is Wall Street.

Anyway, it was only a few months, living in Flushing, it was inconvenient to travel to and from Manhattan.

When he has money, of course he will not continue to live here, but will choose the villa area in the Upper East Side or the suburbs as his temporary residence.

Zhou Zhen took a fancy to a three-story Taibaiju restaurant, and Zhou Zhen walked in.

It's not a meal now. A woman in her forties looked at Zhou Zhen with some confusion, and said in English, "Sorry, it's time for a break."

Zhou Zhen put down her bag and said in Chinese: "I'm not here for dinner, but I want to apply for a chef."

The woman opened her mouth in surprise and couldn't help saying: "Your Chinese is really good."

"A Chinese master taught me. He not only taught me to speak the Chinese language, but also taught me how to cook at the master level."

"Master level?"

Zhou Zhen nodded affirmatively. "That's why I want to ask if you would like to be a master chef of Shandong cuisine."

She hesitated and said, "If you know Huaxia, you should know that we specialize in Cantonese cuisine here."

She still speaks in English, but Zhou Zhen, a "foreign devils", always speaks in Chinese, which looks very strange.

Zhou Zhen glanced at an old man and a middle-aged man who came by, and several waiters who took care of hygiene also watched curiously. "Would you like to try my craft?"

The old man asked: "What's the matter?"

The woman told him Zhou Zhen's demands, and he turned his head and asked, "You know how to cook in Shandong? Still claiming that you are a master craftsman?"

"You can take a test on me. If you are satisfied, let me stay. If you are not satisfied, we will talk about remuneration and working hours."

The old man also felt a little awkward. "You don't need to prove your understanding of Huaxia, you can communicate with us in English."

Zhou Zhen nodded, and he said again: "Are you a veteran?"

"Yes, I just came back from Asia."

He looked at Zhou Zhen's face again, and confessed to the middle-aged man: "Then try it first."

The middle-aged man said: "You can put your luggage here first, don't worry about losing it."

Zhou Zhen put down his luggage, followed the middle-aged man to the back kitchen, and heard the conversation between the woman and the old man. "Dad, why did you agree? We are Cantonese cuisine!"

"Lu cuisine can also make seafood. It is still the first of the eight major cuisines and is the most skilled. And don't you think that an American chef knows American taste better? Besides, this can also be used as a means of propaganda..."

The back kitchen of this restaurant is very large. A three-story hotel has at least 40 or 50 tables. There are also 40 or 50 chefs. It is too small to stand.

The pot stove is not much different from later generations, the stove that burns diesel.

Zhou Zhen looked around at the dishes and asked, "How many dishes do I need to make?"

"Four dishes, meat, vegetarian, seafood, soup, one for each."

Zhou Zhen had a scrupulous mind, chose sea cucumber and prepared a scallion popped sea cucumber; chose yam, prepared to make a candied yam; also took the ingredients for the hibiscus chicken slices and yellow croaker soup, and gathered the ingredients.

After that, he didn't rush to show it, but got acquainted with the location of the various seasonings first, and then began to unravel the dishes.

Some chefs and helpers on duty also gathered around at this time, but they all stood a few steps away, watching Zhou Zhen perform.

Experts will know if there is any.

Zhou Zhen can't find the slightest fault from the solution to the cooking.

After a while, the four dishes were ready, Zhou Zhen finished the styling and said, “I can only make a few dishes temporarily. You can prepare the ingredients first. Some dishes can take a few hours to taste. "

The middle-aged man has been conquered by Zhou Zhen's craftsmanship. He is also a chef and naturally knows how good Zhou Zhen's performance is.

If it wasn't for the old man to taste it first, he couldn't help but want to taste it first.

He nodded to Zhou Zhen and ordered the other two chefs. "Lao Huang, Lao Lin, take two more pairs of chopsticks and taste them together. Sir..."

Zhou Zhen said: "My Travis Bickel."

"Mr. Bickel, my surname is Chen. Your craftsmanship is very good, but I need my father to decide your stay."

"clear."

The others did not follow, and the two of them, plus two chefs, brought the dishes to the outside hall.

The father and the others took turns to taste Zhou Zhen's dishes, and they were full of praise.

The old man Chen couldn't take it anymore, and asked, "Mr. Bickel, what salary do you expect?"

Zhou Zhen said: "One hundred and fifty dollars a week, including board and lodging, and a single room. We can first contract for three months."

Old man Chen said: "Three hundred and fifty is a bit too high. Our chef here has only two hundred for the highest week."

Zhou Zhen said: "I can help you bring two apprentices."

Others may value his craftsmanship very seriously, but Zhou Zhen doesn't. He didn't live on this in the first place, but now he is just a stopgap measure when he just arrived in this world.

The old man groaned and said, "Three hundred."

Zhou Zhen pretended to hesitate, then nodded. "I request one day of vacation a week, and the time can be arranged flexibly."

"good."

He has a good cooking skill, not to mention that he still has more than ten thousand dollars, even if he doesn't have a cent, Zhou Zhen is not afraid of being out of food.

To show it a little bit, this Taibaiju directly hired with a high salary.

At present, the average income of a middle-class family in the United States is only 8,000 US dollars, and his annual salary is 15,000 US dollars a week.

Of course, this is only relative to ordinary people, such as some middle-class high-income earners, dentists, and good lawyers, whose income is still much higher than him.

Among ordinary people earning income in New York, taxi drivers have the highest income. In the United States in the 1970s, just like China in the 1980s, taxi drivers were all high-income groups.

In the original drama, Travis drove a taxi and earned 300 to 350 a week, so he said many times that he didn't know where to spend his money and couldn't finish it.

But the taxi driver works for twelve hours or more, rents his own house and eats himself, and now he has all the packages.

The restaurant originally had a dormitory, which was the upper three floors of a five-story apartment building. There were still vacant rooms inside. Zhou Zhen soon arranged a room.

Zhou Zhen first bought some daily necessities, bedding, and settled down that night.

Then, he went to the restaurant and searched for a lot of old newspapers. It took ten minutes to copy them all, pretending not to be interested, and then went back to analyze them carefully.

From this look, we found several differences from real history.

For example, the name of the biggest gang leader in New York now is Michael Corleone, which is the famous "Godfather".

In an old newspaper, he also noticed a message that Rambo was sentenced to fifteen years in prison.

Except for the insertion of some movies and TV series, the world in other places is not much different from the original world.

For example, in the first two months, in Watkins Glen in Five Finger Lakes in northern New York, a large hippie concert called SummerJam was attended by 600,000 people.

This is also another large-scale rock concert after the Woodstock Music Festival, and it is also a famous event of the Beat generation.

In terms of economics and politics, there is no big difference, which also means that Zhou Zhen plans to rely on futures to turn himself over and become a rich man. There is still a lot of hope.

Mr. Chen thought that Zhou Zhen applied for the job because he was penniless. In this era, Chinese are still a group of bullies, and white people are hardly willing to work for Chinese.

So he thought he paid Zhou Zhen a week's salary to buy daily necessities.

And Zhou Zhen came to Citibank the next day, in their investment banking department, opened an account, left 16,560 US dollars only 60 US dollars, and transferred all the rest in.

Zhou Zhen has never invested in futures, but now he has all the knowledge of futures investment, so he behaves like an expert.

With a margin of $16,500, with a margin ratio of 5%, you can operate a futures contract of $330,000.

However, it is generally not possible to invest all of it, because it is necessary to prevent fluctuations and increase investment.

Therefore, a reserve of 1,500 U.S. dollars was reserved, and 15,000 U.S. dollars were used to operate a short-term three-month contract of 300,000 oil futures.

If according to the historical development, the price of oil rises four times, Zhou Zhen can use this 5,000 U.S. dollars to earn 1.2 million.

Two years ago, gold and U.S. dollars were still exchanged at a fixed rate. Thirty-five U.S. dollars was exchanged for one ounce of gold, and it was almost one U.S. dollar to buy one gram of gold.

In the past two years, the Bretton Woods system collapsed, the dollar began to depreciate, and an ounce of gold only rose to dozens of dollars.

Therefore, the millionaires of this era are not the middle class, but the real rich.