How about Queens, new york?

The air seems to be very thick, mixed with a familiar smell-that is the strange smell emitted by many Chinese foods. This is not surprising, because now we are standing in a small street, flanked by the two largest China restaurants I have ever seen. It's past midnight, but Queens is close to Manhattan where I used to live, so I came anyway. Now I imagine that if I can fly over these restaurants that look like warehouses, then I should still see the lights in Manhattan's financial district. Unfortunately, in reality, I am trapped in such a narrow street with high walls of cinder bricks on both sides, which is nothing like the street in new york. Chinese newspapers are everywhere, as well as advertising leaflets and used takeaways.

Lunch box. The cinder brick wall is covered with posters, all of which are the most popular China stars recently, and of course there are some advertising pictures of other Chinese restaurants in Queens. If I didn't know this place, I might think I came to Hong Kong.

"It's right there. Just ahead. "

The children around me led me across the narrow road, which aggravated my feelings. His name is Douglas Qian. He is short but strong. He has black hair and walks with a slight limp. He is from China and was born in the center of Chinatown in Queens only a few blocks from this street. Although his family has lived in this area for three generations, he gives the impression that he is in line with Malcolm's description-"just got off the boat". I guess this may be because in Queens, no matter when the immigrant's boat arrives, the Chinese community here has re-created the same living environment as the motherland, but that is the environment they struggled to get rid of.

"That's the wooden door, behind the trash can."

The child pointed to a narrow aisle, which was sandwiched between two huge trash cans full of dirty things. Walking nearby, I couldn't help coughing, so I approached him and asked, "Is it safe here?"

Money smiled at me. His teeth are really ugly, completely yellow and crooked. But his face is kind, so I convinced myself not to hate him because of his teeth.

"Not very safe. But as long as you follow me, nothing will happen. "

After that, he gave me a thumbs-up and looked confident. I smiled at him, pretending to be relieved by his words. Then he led me to find my way between the trash cans. He said, on the other side of the street, there is a tall wooden door. There is no doorknob on the door, but there is a slot at the front half height. At this time, money looked at me from top to bottom, and then sighed.

"Try not to look so white."

Then he took a step forward and knocked on the wooden door with his knuckles.

At first, there was nothing in it. After a while, the slot slid open and a pair of women's eyes immediately appeared behind. It's a pair of China eyes, and the corners of their eyes are tilted downwards. The woman looked at the money first, then turned to me. At this time, her eyes opened wide, showing obvious surprise. Then her eyes seemed to return to their previous state.

She said a few words of Chinese to the money. The answer to money seems very long. The conversation between the two lasted about 5 minutes. Finally, the money suddenly turned to me angrily.

"unbutton your pants."

I stared at him in surprise: "What did you say?"

The money is pointing at my crotch.

"Untie your pants. Show him your dick. "

I'm still not sure I heard you clearly. I moved a little, looked back at the street behind me, and then turned to face him.

"What do you want me to do?"

He put his hand on his ass impatiently, and then turned to show me the slot on the door over there.

"Mom thinks you look like a policeman. But if you show her your penis, she will know that you are not. "

It sounds ridiculous, but I don't know why it seems to make sense again. I am a white man, and my age matches the policeman who appears here. Now in this part of Queens, the white people on the street are either policemen or tourists who can't find their way at all. But in any case, this request is too much. Money has been stepping on your feet, and you are getting impatient.

"Do you want to go in? She won't let you in if you don't let her see it. "

This is obviously ridiculous, but I estimate that some journalists may have encountered worse situations in order to get good news materials. I reached for my belt buckle and unzipped it. When I pulled my pants down for others to see, my hands were shaking and my face was red. The woman behind the door looked carefully through the crack of the door, made sure what she saw was enough to reassure her, and then nodded her head.

"All right. Not the police. No problem. "

Then I heard the sound of the door lock being opened, and then the door opened. I quickly redid my pants and followed the money in. The front hall here is carpeted, and there are ugly benches with cushions by the wall. There is a table in the corner of the room, and there is an aisle blocked by the door curtain at the back, which can lead to the back room. The walls of the room are dirty, and there is no cinder brick outside the package. The ceiling here is very low, and a pair of light bulbs are hung to provide lighting for the room, but the end of the wire is between two hot water pipes, and some of them are rickety.