"Maybe I’ll be able to solve this problem by then?" Li Wei sighed and picked up his phone. ’What a hassle.’
Before his attributes hit 3.0, he planned to get a psychologist to intervene with Don Quixote first.
After making the appointnt, Li Wei felt a pang of hunger again. He grabbed a box of extra-sweet and oily potato chips, munching on them as he worked on his microeconomics howork.
’I have to power through this section today. Tomorrow, I have to take Anya to see the Chinese New Year festivities in Chinatown.’
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Unlike the polished streets of Manhattan, Chinatown at the intersection of Mott and Canal Streets during Chinese New Year was a bubbling, fiery-red hot pot, cranked up to its spiciest level.
Although New York City law expressly forbade fireworks, the police departnt usually turned a blind eye on this day. After all, the Chinese community was not exactly stingy with their donations.
A distinct sll of sulfur perated the air, mingling with the aromas of fried dough, grilled ats, and a cloyingly sweet syrup wafting from the street-side food stalls.
"Oh my god," Anya said, clinging tightly to Li Wei’s arm. Her gray-blue eyes reflected the sea of red lanterns and the teeming crowds. "This is so much more bustling than I ever imagined."
Anya was dressed in an expensive, short, white mink jacket, paired with slim-fit black jeans and tall boots. To match the festive atmosphere, she had deliberately chosen a bright red cashre scarf.
Her outfit made her stand out against the drab, dusty streets and the crowd of people in bulky down jackets. She was like a white swan that had wandered into a bustling market, looking for all the world like a movie star on a film set.
"This is what Chinese New Year is all about," Li Wei said, smoothly clearing a path for Anya through the dense crowd. "By the way, how’s your project coming along?"
"The first phase is done," Anya said, her face lighting up. "Now I just need to get my hands on a fifty-year industrial land-use rezoning plan. The interview panel is going to be blown away by what I’ve got."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Li Wei asked after a mont. "Do you want to ask around and see who might have that rezoning plan?"
"No, it’s okay~" Anya said sweetly. "I have a classmate whose family has it in their archives. I was planning to ask if she could scan a copy for after my exam tomorrow."
Ahead, two lions danced in front of a gold shop, their movents synchronized to the rhythm of gongs and drums. The beat was so rapid it felt like it was hamring against your heart, and the DUM DUM-CLANG, DUM DUM-CLANG was deafening.
Li Wei’s senses were far sharper than an ordinary person’s, making the high-decibel noise jarring to his ears, but he showed no sign of impatience.
"Where are we going?" Anya shouted, trying to be heard over the gongs and drums.
"We’re eting a friend," Li Wei said, guiding her down a narrower, cleaner side street. "He’s the president of the Chinese Business Association here. I t him at that dinner party a while back. He sent over a lot of gifts after we t, so I really should thank him in person."
The pair stopped in front of an old-fashioned martial arts school, a wooden plaque hanging above its entrance. The two young n standing guard at the door clearly recognized Li Wei. The mont they saw him approach, they snapped to attention, their expressions becoming deeply respectful.
"Mr. Li," one of the young n said. His eyes flickered toward Anya, a flash of awe crossing his face before he quickly lowered his gaze. "Master is waiting for you upstairs."
’Master?’ Li Wei froze for a second. He hadn’t expected to hear such a traditional form of address in this day and age.
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