Basketball boy, starting to shine from the slam dunk

"Let's go." Zhou Zhiming shouted.

The two left Bryant University with no one to see them off, just like two passers-by who came and then left.

After waiting outside, Zhuang Yu couldn't help but said: "Uncle Zhou, what do those people mean? They treat the black players one way and us another way. Isn't it too much? If you don't want us to come, just refuse it before. ”

Zhou Zhiming just smiled, patted Zhuang Yu's arm, and comforted: "Don't be angry. Although I don't want to, I have to tell you that this is reality."

To Zhuang Yu's surprise, Zhou Zhiming's answer was very reckless: "If a black man calls you a - that person, then don't hesitate to punch him hard and knock out his teeth. If a black man scolds you You are a monkey, so you'd better find someone who can take advantage of you and hit him as hard as you can."

"If a white man calls you trash and says that Chinese people are trash, just like Nico. Then you can call a black man. It would be better if he happens to have a gun in his hand. Fight back and let the other person know what he is doing. Make all living beings equal.”

"Of course, you can't be the one who pulls the trigger in the end. You'd better not even touch it. Do you understand what I mean?"

Uh......

Zhuang Yu was already stupid.

Is this still the Uncle Zhou I know? Why does he feel so reckless, and also a little sinister and cruel?

What exactly did he go through during the few years he stayed here?

Zhuang Yu scratched his head: "Uncle Zhou, wouldn't this be a little... not good?"

"Not so good?" Zhou Zhiming smiled, his smile was cold, "This is a foreign country. Don't look at problems with domestic behavioral norms and thinking logic. Maybe what you see is high-rise buildings, gorgeous clothes, and prosperity. Is it true? Does this mean that everyone here is a gentleman?"

"No, some people dress gorgeously, but they are just gentlemen on the surface; some people seem polite and humble, but in fact they look down on others; some people are rude and arrogant in style. This is better, at least it is written on their faces I’m not easy to get along with…”

One time, Zhou Zhiming suffered from acute gastroenteritis. He was so painful that he broke out in cold sweats in the middle of the night, but he didn't even have any relatives around him, and his colleagues lived far away.

Finally, he called the couple who owned the Chinese restaurant.

At three o'clock in the morning, the couple came to Zhou Zhiming's home and sent him to the hospital. They helped him pay for the medicine and were busy all night long.

During the time when he was wandering in a foreign country, that small Chinese restaurant was one of the few places where he could feel warmth.

However, one time when he came back from a business trip, he found that the door of the Chinese restaurant was closed, and signs of fighting could be seen through the glass door. Tables, chairs and benches were scattered on the floor.

He immediately realized that something might have happened and called the owner of the Chinese restaurant.

It turned out that the boss's wife answered the phone. She told Zhou Zhiming that the boss had passed away and she was handling the funeral arrangements for her husband.

"When a Chinese restaurant was robbed, the owner was just reluctant to part with it. It was his hard-earned money. He didn't want to resist. He just hesitated, and the robber opened fire."

"Two shots were fired. One shot hit the lung and the other hit the heart. The boss was killed on the spot and the money in the store was also robbed."

Mentioning this matter, Zhou Zhiming couldn't help but sigh, with deep sadness on his face: "There is more than one shop on that street, including a Chinese restaurant opened by the couple, a barber shop opened by a black man, and a Korean shop. supermarket..."

"However, except for the Chinese restaurant, nothing else has been robbed. Do you know why?"

Zhuang Yu shook his head.

Zhou Zhiming said: "Because the black people have gang backgrounds, the Koreans have guns, and the Chinese couple's weapon is just a wooden stick."

Even if Zhuang Yu didn't experience it personally, just listening to Zhou Zhiming's account, he could feel how angry and sad Zhou Zhiming was at that time.

A kind-hearted Chinese couple, even if they are bullied or robbed, they just want to endure the peace for a while.

But just because he hesitated, or the robber thought he didn't want to give money, or something else... a living life was just gone.

"Uncle Zhou." Zhuang Yu shouted, and he saw that Zhou Zhiming's eyes seemed to be red.

"I'm fine." Zhou Zhiming turned his head and said in a deep tone: "I say this to tell you that the complaints of the weak are meaningless. In the jungle, there is only one way to gain respect and defend yourself, and that is Be strong.”

"Of course, your stage is the arena, not the streets. You don't need a gun, what you need is to defeat your opponent on the arena and become the strong one."