Chapter 16 Two, beginning of spring

brazil, earn a living, farm, bag When the boat arrived at Santos, old man Zhang came to pick me up. He seemed to be nearly seventy.I knew that his letter of appointment was just for formalities, and I couldn't bear to cause him any more trouble, so I pretended that I had found a classmate and that there was a ready-made job waiting for me.He believed it was true and went back with peace of mind. In fact, I don't have much money, only about 20 US dollars left.The people are unfamiliar, the language is difficult, and they are very determined on the surface, but their hearts are like ramie, and they don't know where they will end up tomorrow.But how can I bother Mr. Zhang?For my father's sake, he did me a great favor, and this debt of favor is hard to repay.

A local grocer asked the crew to buy a batch of local products in Hong Kong. According to regulations, the goods must be declared by the passengers, otherwise they cannot go ashore.Fortunately, I had no luggage, so the crew member who brought the goods asked me for help, and I agreed immediately.After passing the border, the vendor was very grateful and took me to Sao Paulo.The next day, he introduced me to a fast-food restaurant opened by a Chinese on Liberty Avenue, and I immediately started working in the kitchen. Liberty Avenue is the busiest center of the city. True to its name, the avenue is wide and long. It is a two-way eight-lane road.There are many huge buildings on both sides of the road, and at the end is the Brazilian Bank, a behemoth fifty or sixty stories high.

This restaurant has a large facade, and it can seat nearly a hundred people at a time. The customers are all white-collar workers who work nearby, and leave after eating in a hurry.Our business is very good, besides the location, another secret is a pot of broth.Because the soup in general stores is just soup, but we use pure chicken soup. The emphasis is not on the chicken, but on live chickens, which are killed and cooked now. In China, killing chickens is not a big deal; in Brazil, killing chickens is actually a big deal. On the first day I arrived, I saw a wonder that I had never seen before.There seemed to be a fire in the kitchen, and everyone ran away, but there was endless cheering, yelling and cursing, and it was a mess.It turned out that it was just the time to kill chickens, and a dozen of them were to be killed at a time.

Brazilians hate killing. Although they have received a huge reward from their bosses, they still feel panicked and afraid.When killing, he just raised a big knife and chopped off the chicken's head, and then everyone screamed and fled.At this time, the rooster also forgot where its head was, blood was pouring from its neck, and it ran desperately.Ever since, everyone ran away screaming, blood was sprinkled all over the ground, and sometimes the headless chicken met people unexpectedly, and that scene was really brilliant. My first contribution was to teach them how to kill chickens.First, pluck a few strands of hair from the neck of the chicken, pinch the head, and cut open the blood vessel with a knife. After the blood is drained, the dead chicken obediently does not move!When the Brazilians saw it, they were all convinced. After all, the Chinese culture is profound and long-standing, and it really doesn't take a sledgehammer to kill a chicken.

My fondness for Brazil began with these optimistic and lazy workers. They acted as if they were playing games, singing monotonous ballads from time to time, and as soon as their feet landed, they would always jump up and down for a few minutes. step samba.If there is a chance to be lazy, they will never be a little polite. From women to football, they always have to talk about someone urging them. The turnover of those workers is very high, new people come every day, and there are often people who are working well and then disappear suddenly.Of course, there are also a few honest ones, but they are lazy and extremely slow in doing things.You can urge, you can scold, they always have smiles on their faces, making people feel helpless.

At first I was not used to it, but later I saw it a lot, and it happened everywhere.That kind of person has no scheming, no extravagant expectations, simple and sincere, far cuter than the social virtuous people I have known in the past.I have lived in Brazil for eight years, traveled from north to south, and traveled to many places. Except for the football field, I have never seen any violence.Even when two people quarreled, it was only a few words, both sides retreated while arguing, turned their heads away, and immediately forgot. Climate and environment are important factors. The central and northern parts of Brazil have an Atlantic Ocean climate.The annual average temperature is 24 degrees Celsius, the sun shines everywhere, and the products are abundant. In some places, it even only rains at night.As long as people don't have high desires, life is very easy to maintain. Cassava flour can wrap the stomach, and a shirt can be worn until it is worn out.

In the past 400 years since the founding of Brazil, there has been no war or huge natural disaster.The local agricultural products are dominated by coffee, which has high economic value and is easy to cultivate, and its output is the highest in the world.In addition, minerals are also extremely rich, such as coal, iron, uranium and precious stones can be mined in the open pit.The population of the country is less than 100 million, but its territory ranks fourth in the world. The arable land accounts for 70 percent of the territory, but so far, the utilization rate is less than 5 percent. The race in Brazil is quite mixed. In addition to the natives, the Portuguese navigators who took risks in their early years also introduced a large number of African slaves.Later, due to changes in coffee operations and the rise of the smallholder economy, slavery was bankrupt two hundred years ago.Because of the mixed race, in the same family, due to the recessive and explicit traits of genetic genes, black and white skin colors often appear alternately, or they are neutralized into brown.Apart from recent immigrants, it can be said that there is absolutely no racial discrimination in Brazil.

When I went to Brazil, its democratically elected president, Mr. Jiang Gula, longed for socialism.He saw that after the advent of the industrial age, the rich and the poor tended to be polarized in society, so he advocated nationalization of land and heavy industry, and implemented large-scale social reforms.His intentions were good, but it was a pity that he ignored the lazy nature of the Brazilian people. In addition, the industrial and economic power was in the hands of foreigners, so that the business community resisted with all their strength, and the decree could not pass through the gate of the presidential palace.

In April 1964, Jiang Gula had no choice but to launch a mutiny on his own. The First Corps stationed in Rio mobilized part of the northern army in an attempt to defeat the conservative forces in the south.As a result, when the army confronted the Confederate Army in the Mineral State, the outposts of both sides talked with each other without firing a single shot.Thinking that the situation was over, Jiang Gula immediately fled by plane, ending a rare political farce.Later, the conservative army abolished democracy, ruled for more than ten years, and called this incident the April Revolution.

For me, this thing is simply unbelievable.When I became proficient in the language, I often asked the Brazilians for that period of historical facts, but few people could figure it out.If they ask too much, they will shrug their shoulders, spread their hands, and say: Ginger Gula?Do you know how many women he has? It is said that there are more women in Brazil than men, and the rarest things are the most valuable, so being a man is the greatest wealth.In order to strive for lifelong happiness, some women often go out to earn money so that they can support men at home, which further encourages men's arrogance.Although Catholicism is the state religion in Brazil and divorce is prohibited, men often smuggle them, or even build a new court, and treat women as a cover, and discard them, so abandoned wives and resentment are everywhere.

It is probably because I have only seen the lower classes of Brazilian society. However, I know that in China, due to the traditional emphasis on interpersonal mutual assistance, the lower the social status, the greater the centripetal force between families.Any normal man who relies on women to work for support will always be ridiculed among relatives, friends and neighbors, and will never be able to hold his head up. Everyone in the kitchen is my language teacher. Under their tireless guidance and practice, it didn't take long for me to speak Brazilian, which was almost fake except for my lack of vocabulary. Like the Brazilians, my favorite sport to watch is soccer, which is an all-round sport that requires skill, tacit understanding, strategy, physical strength, and a little bit of luck. The football field is vast and magnificent. When thousands of football fans flock here from all directions, a sea of ​​flags immediately appears on the ground.The fans of the same team gathered together, sang their club's anthem in unison, and played drums and music happily.It seems to be declaring to the opponent: We are the strongest team, enemies, I will give you a chance, run away as soon as possible! No one will escape, no one will be outdone, and there will always be winners and losers in every game.These extreme emotions can be seen in the flags flying all over the sky, or dragging on the ground, unheeded.The ups and downs of the fans' mood is the most fascinating part of football: every time before their favorite team plays, the fans are full of hope; regardless of the result of this time, there will be a next time, hope will come. There is a rumored story that proves just how crazy Brazilians are about football.In São Paulo, there is the oldest club, Corlithes, whose fans call themselves Corlithes.There are many clubs in Sao Paulo, no less than a dozen first-level clubs, and one in every three fans is from Geliga.Due to the large number of fans and sufficient funds, there are many famous Brazilian players.But unfortunately since the 1950s, in several important competitions, it has been missing the championship. In terms of strength, there is no problem, but in terms of morale, everyone is swearing, and they will never stop.But the luck is bad, and the loss is embarrassing every time. Including the fans, Xian believes that it is not a crime of war and does not want to blame.But it has been like this every year for more than 20 years, which is unavoidably disappointing, and a large number of fans are gradually alienating football.The media and experts unanimously declared that if the Goriga team is allowed to continue to lose, Brazilian football will decline, and the country's economy will also collapse. On one occasion, a well-known coach of the Sao Paulo team publicly declared his guilt.It is alleged that in 1950, because of his anger, he cursed the Geliga team to the witch god Magomba, so that it would not win any championship within 30 years.As soon as this remark came out, the whole country was in an uproar, and the Sao Paulo team dismissed the coach. In order to experience it, I also began to call myself a Goriga, and my Brazilian friends were unanimously worried about me, saying that I would lose the joy of life because of this.Unexpectedly, through this experience, I thoroughly understood how interest works, and also saw the mysterious forbidden zone of the human heart.Human's seven emotions and six desires are all born of self-interest, only because I throw myself into the net, football has something to do with me. For any kind of business, you must first understand the rules of the game, otherwise you will not understand and will not be interested.Secondly, there must be suspense. Without suspense, you will not guess. If you don't guess, the result will have nothing to do with you.Secondly, hold on to hope. Hope is a wonderful psychological process. If you know certain consequences clearly, this kind of mentality cannot be called hope, but just waiting for the result to happen.Only when you don't know the result, you are waiting for something that is beneficial to your guess, and at the same time fearing that there will be an unfavorable result. When people's hearts are tossing and turning between these two extreme contradictory changes, they will be interested. Businessmen are well aware of the mystery, deliberately create some heroes, design some fascinating topics, or use attractive advertisements to let people know first, and then make people interested.People talk about it after dinner, and things become part of their experience.When people become interested and get involved in this new thing that has nothing to do with them, the thrilling suspense will follow.Because under normal circumstances, there are always winners and losers in the game, and the feng shui of each team takes turns. No matter which team you like, you will always have anticipation, anxiety, and then enjoy the belated carnival bliss. The tragedy of the Gelijia people lies in the fact that all hopes have come to nothing after more than 20 years of waiting.Some people were so disappointed that they abandoned her, while others continued to look forward to it with the feeling of a lonely minister and evil son.Knowing that miracles in life are difficult to happen, but judging from the strength of the team and the normal probability, hope is clearly at hand. My personality and experience are quite similar to those of the Gelijia people, and my expectations for society and the country are also similar to them.The Chinese seem to be a cursed nation. Isn't there a day when the humiliation of hundreds of years will be washed away?But as far as I can see, the people of the country give up on themselves, and everything is crooked from top to bottom.Some people are disappointed, and they are ashamed of the Chinese at every turn. They either run away or deny their ancestors.I am not reconciled, so I have to be a loner, even watching football. Until I left Brazil, the Geriga team did not win a championship, and the runner-up won several.The more I lose, the more I care, the more I care, the more I sympathize with her.Even me is like this, let alone those real Gelijia people? Brazilians also have their idioms, such as: Going to China means that this is impossible, because the transportation was not developed in the past, and China is far away on the other side of the world. Another example is to say that a person is underappreciated, then it is: That Song Riga man! However, when I first watched football in Brazil, I was not aware of these stories.All I know is that there is a world champion in Brazil named Billy.That's enough, when I hear football, I think of Billy, and I really want to see the legendary kung fu of this world-class great. Just after I worked in a restaurant for a week, I just learned a few words of Brazilian, and I was able to communicate with Brazilians simply.The kitchen worker told me one day that Billy was going to play football in St. Paul this Sunday. Of course I wanted to see it, but I didn't know how to get there. Someone wrote me a note to the effect that: I'm Chinese, I don't understand Brazilian, and I want to go to Baganbu to watch a football game, please guide me.There are several stadiums in Shengcheng. Baganbu is located in the urban area. It has a smaller area and can accommodate 70,000 spectators.Another larger one, Morumbi, is located on the outskirts of the city and can seat more than 100,000 people.However, Managana, the world's largest football stadium, can accommodate 200,000 people, and it is a registered trademark of Rio de Janeiro, another big city in Brazil. Early on Sunday morning, I took the note and hit the road without hesitation.Along the way, every Brazilian looked very enthusiastically, pointing east and west, while I walked up and down in downtown Sao Paulo, always spinning between several roads. Just when I was about to give up, I met a man who was a bit sissy and very delicate.He pointed for a long time, but found it was ineffective, so he took my hand and led me to a bus stop.He pointed to the name of the station on the sign, and I saw that there was indeed a place named Baganbu.I thanked him and started looking for a place to buy a ticket, but couldn't find it anywhere. He has been watching from the side, and after understanding my predicament, he waved to me and walked to my side.I guessed that I had to get on the bus to buy a ticket, so I started to pay attention to the signs of the car.All the buses in the world have a common problem. They think that passengers should know where to go and which places to pass when they see the signs. Because of this, I am most afraid of waiting for the bus.I remember when I was in Japan, the travel agency told me to go to a place in Sasaki.I found the bus stop. Unfortunately, I waited for a long time. The bus came and went, all marked with the name of the terminal, but I didn't see Sasaki.I later learned that Japanese license plates are written horizontally from right to left, which is exactly the opposite of our habit.To make matters worse, the second Zuo character uses the same symbols as the previous character, so there is only Mu Muzuo. I am grateful for this man's kindness, but I don't know how to repay it.Soon a car came, and he took me up, paid for me, and gestured to me that he would tell me where to get off.I felt even more embarrassed, and only hated myself for being so poor in Brazilian that I couldn't speak. When the car arrived at one place, he pulled me down again, but he saw that the pits and valleys were full of people watching the game.Now that I knew the place, I thanked him again and again, but he was chattering, as if he wanted to watch the game too.Only then did I feel relieved, and rushed to the front, bought a ticket for him, and entered the venue together.Only then did I know what a big stadium is, and I saw people's heads moving everywhere, and it was densely packed. Before the game started, three ball certificates wearing black shorts came out. At this time, the audience was commotion, shouting in unison: Viado!Viado!Viado! I thought to myself that even the ball certificate is so famous that everyone knows it, which shows the splendor of the game. The game finally started, and Billy represented the Santos team, dressed in white and wearing the famous number ten on his back.He is really extraordinary, the ball sticks to his shoes under his feet.But the opponent is not weak, there are often two or even three people pestering him.We are all Santos fans here, and everyone roared loudly when they saw Billy being forced.Of course, I am a young man who has been unable to speak and is full of sulking. In the first half, it was 0-0, and the record was not set. I bought a popsicle to treat this friend in the middle of the game, so I can show off a few words that I just learned and are good at: This is very good, I like this.I can speak the words like and thank you fluently, especially the word like, which is equivalent to love in Brazil, and you have to learn to chase girls well first. The second half started again and before long Billy got the ball in the penalty area, turned around to outwit two defenders, and was about to shoot.But seeing a kick coming from behind, hitting Billy's ankle, he staggered and immediately fell to the ground. ah!There was a chorus of sighs, and everyone rose to get a better view. I saw the ball with clear eyes and quick whistle, and pointed to the penalty area with a beep, capital punishment! Like conducting an orchestra, the audience immediately burst into cheers. It’s so brilliant, this Vialdo card is so great, I was so excited, I desperately squeezed out a sentence: I love viado!I love viado! As a result, for a reason I can't understand, I didn't finish the game.The reason: when my sissy friend heard this, she hugged me so excitedly that I couldn't breathe, so I had to run away. When I got back to the store and told the workers about this adventure, the whole audience burst out laughing.Later I realized that Viadore was not the name of the ball card, but a most indecent word, which is what the northerners call a rabbit, and it is generally called a homosexual. The shop owner saw that I was serious about my work and could handle the language, so he transferred me to the restaurant to manage the cash register.This kind of work is very easy, but it needs to be cautious, which is exactly my door.I am used to opening and closing, and after a month, the daily accounts have never been correct.And the more careful you are, the more mistakes you make. With a meager salary, you almost lose more than you earn. At first, I was still not convinced, and reminded myself again and again to concentrate all my energy, press the keys carefully, and check carefully.But when it comes to checkout, there are always discrepancies.why?Is the cash register broken?There is another one in the dining room, which is in charge of another person. He never misses it. I have exchanged it with him, and the situation remains the same. After repeated review and research, I finally found out that I am not suitable for this kind of work.I am too competitive, and I want to do better than others when I first come up.And this kind of routine work, apart from being correct, doesn't matter whether it is good or not. Therefore, I want to win quickly, and settle the bill as soon as I get it, so as to avoid the waiter waiting on the sidelines.Later, something went wrong, and I was inevitably nervous. When I was nervous, I messed up my hands and feet.I'm not proficient enough to operate. When I concentrate on the numbers, my fingers always press the wrong keys. If I pay attention to the fingers, I ignore the numbers.The worst thing is that my mind is too active, I am always thinking about it, and I am learning a language, and there are rare opportunities here anytime and anywhere. How can it be good if people concentrate on counting and using when accounting? Soon my classmates and teachers from the university found me and said that he could grow mushrooms.I introduced the owner of the restaurant to him, they negotiated an investment cooperation, and asked me to go to the farm to help.Unexpectedly, the teacher had only learned it in class and had no practical experience.After one season, white mushrooms grow into flower mushrooms, and the miscellaneous bacteria grow far more than the mushroom body, so both of them lose their jobs. In the next few months, I worked in many different jobs: boiled butter in an underground soap factory, changed engine oil in a car repair shop and did odd jobs, worked as a porter in a construction company, and later drew maps in a private surveying and mapping station, etc.But there will always be some factors, either my health is too much to bear, or the salary is too bad, which prevents me from continuing to work, and the working hours have never exceeded a month. Friends often persuade me to become a soldier or carry a bag. There is a very bizarre story about the so-called soldier.It turns out that Agen, a young man from Taiwan, met the only daughter of a local Japanese tycoon. After several twists and turns, the two got married.After the marriage, the tycoon died suddenly, and they inherited all the property. The tycoon had a wife and a son in Japan, and his son came to Brazil to fight for the inheritance.However, according to the Brazilian law, the tycoon's marriage in Japan was not recognized, and the tycoon's son refused to give up, and failed to assassinate Agen many times.Agen then moved to a farm inland, and at the same time paid a lot of money to hire bodyguards to protect him. The two sides have been in a stalemate for more than a year, and Agen has firmly established the wall and cleared the field, dormant and unable to come out.The Japanese often hired small planes to drop bombs on the farm, and the Brazilians no longer wanted to be guards because they were afraid of death.Some unemployed Chinese knew about it, spread it by word of mouth, and flocked to it.Everyone lives scattered on the outskirts of the farm. They have nothing to do every day, so they enjoy shooting targets, which is called being a soldier. As for the bag, it was the only way out for most Chinese at that time, because when Brazilians get married, the woman should prepare various utensils for the bedroom.In the early days, Portuguese-style brocade bedspreads and tablecloths were traditional dowries.Since the introduction of hand-embroidered products in China, due to the variety of designs and colors, it has become popular for a while, and everyone is vying for it, and the supply exceeds the demand. Chinese tablecloths came from the mainland, changed hands through Hong Kong, and initially entrusted private individuals to bring them in for tax evasion.In the 1950s, due to the shortage of supply, the selling price was about 100 times the original price, and there were many people in the country who got rich with this.In the 1960s, due to the increasing number of people engaged in this industry and competition, the profit dropped to less than five times.Coupled with the intervention of unscrupulous tax officials, not to mention layers of exploitation, one who fails to deal with it properly will be imprisoned. As a result, those who had made a fortune changed jobs one after another, some transformed themselves into giants in the industrial and commercial circles, and some were upgraded to tablecloth wholesalers.But the newcomers from China continue to carry bags and sell them door to door, with a monthly net profit of about 5,000 U.S. dollars, which is more than any other job. Being a soldier is definitely not what I want, and carrying a bag is also hard to move my heart.For no other reason, I always feel that there is something controlling me in the dark, and I can't help myself.I don't know what to do, and I can't imagine.I just feel that no matter where I am, the people and things I see are mediocre.People have no judgment, no vision, but follow what others say.Things have no value or meaning. To put it bluntly, there is nothing but fame, wealth and sex. I don't want to compare with them, and I don't take their gains and losses to heart.So I do my own way, and keep trying in one trivial job after another. There is a Catholic church in the Chinese community in St. Paul, and a priest surnamed He is in charge of the affairs of the YMCA.I organized a football team and a band there, and got along very well with Father He.He often advised me to find a regular job, settle down, get married and have children. Once he was nagging me to persuade me again, and I couldn't help joking: If getting married and having children is so good, why don't you yourself lead by example? blah blah blah!I have dedicated myself to the Lord, and it is not our business to marry a wife and have children. I may one day follow your example and become a priest. Still talking nonsense!If you don’t even believe in the Lord, how can you be a priest? Convince me!If you can make me believe it, I will. Belief in the Lord depends entirely on yourself, not to be persuaded by others. You won't convince me, and I don't believe it, so it seems I'll never be a priest. you child!If you don't talk serious all day long, you're almost thirty, what will you do if you keep messing around? I have to be a priest!I keep smiling at him all the time. well!I originally wanted to introduce you to a regular job. Seeing you like this, how can I feel at ease? What permanent job?After hearing this, I was refreshed, and it was time to try a new way of working. Someone entrusted me to find someone who can work for a long time. Judging by your appearance, it is likely that you will not be able to do it for a long time. I am a lost lamb, you are a shepherd, let me try! Let you try?If you ran away after two months, teach me how to explain? Well, I'm going to ask for a wife and tie me up, but you have to introduce me to a wife first! Nonsense, do you want this job? It was a polyethylene bag factory. The owner was surnamed Liu. He made a fortune from carrying bags in his early years, so he opened this factory.He used several young people from Taiwan, but they couldn't do it for long, either to sell tablecloths, or they were poached by other factories.So he specifically stated to Father He that he must be able to work for a long time. When Boss Liu saw me, he immediately asked: Why don't you carry the bag?My salary here is not that much. I'm not very interested in making money, I just want to have a stable job.At least for now it is true. real?However, who doesn't want to make money?Wanting to make money is not a bad thing.Don't worry, as long as you work hard, I will never treat you badly. I am in charge of the workers. Because the blown bag machine cannot be shut down, I divide it into three shifts and work continuously 24 hours a day.There are more than 60 workers, and the average monthly bag production is 3 million. At that time in Brazil, its production volume ranked among the top five in the industry. I observed it first, and found that the workers were not in a good mood at work, so I first made friends with them and asked them one by one.It turns out that Brazilians must drink a cup of coffee every three or two hours, otherwise they will be in poor spirits.The factory not only does not provide coffee, but also does not allow rest, and strictly prohibits workers from going to coffee shops.So everyone is listless and underperforming. I responded to Boss Liu, but he blamed me for being troublesome and insisted on refusing.I bought coffee beans out of my own pocket and burned them myself for the workers three shifts a day and night.Sure enough, the spirit of the workers was lifted, and the situation was very different. Secondly, I found that the factory's production line is not properly configured, and a lot of time is wasted on handling plastic bags, and about one tenth of the bags are damaged due to handling.In addition, the bag cutting machines used in the factory are very old. Normally, when cutting bags of different sizes, the bag cutting workers must switch to different diameter wheels, but no one wants to bother to change them.The result is that when the bag is short, the rotating speed is too slow; when the bag is too long, the landing point is not accurate. I also suggested to Boss Liu to design a bonus system, change the production process, and stipulate the bag length and the application size of the runner.Boss Liu accused me of pretending to be an expert, but I insisted on my position. The two argued for a long time, and finally he agreed to try it out for a week.The results of the week's test proved that my opinion was correct, and then Boss Liu let me let go of the reform. I worked like this day and night for three months. Without adding a single worker or a single machine, the output increased from the original 3 million bags per month to more than 6 million, a full one year more. more than double. With this kind of achievement, I don't think there is anything special, I just feel that I have lived up to the trust of Father He.In particular, I searched for a day and asked Boss Liu for leave.Boss Liu didn't seem to know that I hadn't rested for three consecutive months, so he asked me: Everyone is going to work today, how can you leave? I have been here for three months and have not had a day off! I know, I know, I will make up for you in the future, the current job is very important, you can't leave. Now that the system has been set, and the workers are very self-respecting, I can just come back to check at night. I am really tired and cannot continue to work without rest.I was very dissatisfied with his attitude, and he didn't leave any room for speaking. where are you goingHe knew he couldn't stop me, so he looked a little nervous. I originally wanted to tell him that I was going to see Father He, but I felt in my heart that I would show myself too much, so I said: I want to go to a movie. ah!Why don't you just say no?No problem, count me as a treat, you go and see, go early and come back early. I didn't plan to watch a movie at all. When I arrived at the church, I found Father He.Just wanting to show that I live up to the entrustment, I have been working in the factory for three full months.Unexpectedly, when Father He saw it was me, his face was full of autumn frost, and he scolded unceremoniously: Xiao Zhu, how could you do this?I thought you were an ambitious young man, so I introduced you.If you are so irresponsible, who will trust you in the future? Like a bolt from the blue, I was stunned, did I do something wrong?After much deliberation, only today I asked to take a day off, and my attitude may have offended Boss Liu, but how serious is this?I quickly explained: Father He, I have been working non-stop for more than three months.Today is the first time off in three months, is this still called irresponsible? I don't know what you're doing!I don't care what you're doing either!I'm just telling you!If you continue like this, from now on, you will lose your personality in society! His attitude seemed to blame me for not working hard and being lazy, but how could it be?I have worked so hard to double the output of the factory. Even if Father Ho didn't know, he shouldn't have such a view! Father He, there must be some misunderstanding in this, I don't know who you listened to There is no misunderstanding!You don't have to explain!Boss Liu told me personally! God!I don't know what crimes I committed in my previous life, but no matter what I do in this life, it will always bring about unwarranted disasters!Suddenly, my heart surged violently, and I felt bursts of throbbing pain on my stomach wall.Fortunately, I have experience in the past, and I know that I must hold my breath at this moment, and explain slowly, the truth can be judged by myself. Therefore, I first apologized to Father He and asked him to listen carefully to my work experience in the past three months.He didn't believe it at first, but I explained it again and again. Gradually, his face regained a cheerful look.When I had finished speaking, he said: It's hard to believe, why did Boss Liu say that to me? I picked up the phone, connected to the factory, and asked Boss Liu to speak.Father He still wanted to stop it, but I didn't care.When Boss Liu’s voice came over, I immediately handed over the phone to Father He, who had no choice but to pick it up and said: Boss Liu, I am Father He, Zhu Bangfu is here As soon as these words came out, Father He couldn't speak anymore, and Boss Liu kept explaining on the phone.After talking for a long time, it was finally Father He's turn to say: But, how can you use this method? After listening for a long time, Father He became angry: What is this?What is this nonsense?It doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t make sense, how can you explain to the Lord like this? I didn't want to listen any longer, my limbs seemed to be a little cold, my stomach was convulsed, and I was sweating profusely.I fell on the couch and couldn't get up again. Finally, Father He hung up the phone, shook his head, and said: It's really outrageous, it's outrageous!Boss Liu said he would raise your salary, and hoped that you would continue to work with him forever.In order to protect you, he is afraid that you will be poached by others, so he speaks ill of you everywhere.Is it just nonsense? He was startled when he suddenly saw my appearance, and quickly asked: What’s wrong with you?What's wrong? i have a stomachache Ah, it doesn't matter, it's probably because of anger, you have to forgive him.Really, with your working ability, if you go to another factory, Boss Liu's career will be over, and he has no choice. Father He, please don't persuade me.In this case, even if you give me gold and silver, I can't do it anymore.I said weakly. Yes, I do not advise you, but young people must be patient if they can bear it. When I returned to the factory, Boss Liu was waiting for me with a smile on his face.He repeatedly explained to me that this society is dangerous, and he must use this method to protect me from being used by bad people.I didn't have the energy to say more, I just said that I would never go to any similar factory to do it, and when the work was on track, I would resign immediately. I had a stomach bleed from being overworked and emotionally overwhelmed.The stools were all black for several days in a row, and my body was even weaker. The original energy completely disappeared. After leaving my job, I worked as a night watchman in a building, delivered food for a restaurant, made soap powder in an unlicensed factory owned by a Chinese, and did various small jobs, all within half a month. The longer ones are taking pictures of people on the street.I take pictures during the day, and at night, I turn my monocular camera upside down and use it as a magnifying glass to develop it by myself.The Brazilians are really pitiful, and many of them have never had a photo taken in their entire lives.So my business is not bad. Unfortunately, the customers are too poor to sell at a good price, and it only lasted for more than two months.In the end, he took that precious camera as collateral to temporarily charge the long-overdue photo material account. Another time, the boss Gao of a well-known Chinese restaurant opened an underground casino because the restaurant could not be opened due to a lawsuit.I went to work as a chef, waiter, and bodyguard at the same time.When I went there, it was explained that there was no salary for this kind of work, and the income depended entirely on tips.The Chinese are unbelievable. Every game wins and loses tens of thousands, but the tips are so small that they cannot be seen.At the end of the day, I don't get more than one or two dollars. What I saw this time was another new world. I saw those fallen kings and grandchildren lost their flocks of birds, and they were engrossed in the changes of several numbers.I can't understand the point of doing this at all?for money?Obviously not, there are often winners who treat their guests big (they give less tips, not because they are reluctant to pay, but because they think it will leak money.) The only possibility is to win, and even if these people have money, they don't often have the opportunity to enjoy the fruits of victory.In the game of gambling, no matter how many chances of losing, there is always a possibility of winning, and only the winner knows that feeling.As a result, human's seven emotions and six desires, when the answers to the mysteries are revealed again and again, turn back and forth thousands of times, turbulent and turbulent. The most inescapable disaster in life is nothing but wine, sex and wealth.In addition to righteousness, all kinds of corruption and greed are filled here, and there is no distinction between true and false, good and bad, and there is no law of heaven and king.Everyone gathers Zen skills, concentrates on that moment, and only wants to become a Buddha!Once the fate is revealed, the human soul will condense in the air, and the ups and downs will determine victory or defeat! There are always about four to eight tables of regular customers every day, some betting on Tianjiu, some playing mahjong, and the one who gambles most is poker.Since the Chinese only believe in US dollars, the inflow and outflow of US dollars here is no less than tens of thousands of dollars every day. As far as I know, the biggest win or loss was more than 900,000 US dollars, and the loser was a famous overseas Chinese leader in Sao Paulo.It was almost dawn at that time, and he couldn't come up with any money, so he was immediately surrounded by creditors, forcing him to call his family and send the money within an hour.At that time, the prestige of the overseas Chinese leader was gone, he knelt down and begged for mercy, as humble as a catkin fluttering in the strong wind. In fact, these people are old friends, usually called brothers and sisters.有時帶了女人來，還相互交換，一副和睦親近的模樣。這次大概是數目太大了，超過了友情的極限，連父子都可能反目。 我不想知道結果如何，也不願再做下去。人性我看到了，更看到造物者的殘忍。生活本來不是問題，再待下去，說不定有那麼一天，門外出現幾輛黑色大車，突然間手槍機槍紛紛出籠，剎時子彈血肉橫飛。送命事小，如果報上再登上一則賭場保鏢朱某某，風聲傳回國內，怕父親不立刻跨上飛機，親自來巴西清理門戶！ 幾個月下來，工作不順，生活又不正常。胃病日漸嚴重，不論吃飽與否，常時疼痛，有時會痛得坐立不安。再加上居無定所，天天搬來搬去，連僅有的兩件行李都成了累贅。兩個行李箱中，一個裝的是換洗的衣物，一個則是小喇叭提箱，都是從台灣帶來的。 說起那隻小喇叭，也有段巧得不能再巧的奇遇。記得那是在台大視聽中心工作時，我很想買一部攝影機，但因囊中羞澀，就去中華路看看有沒有舊貨。經過一家樂器行，突然間又有新的欲望產生了。我一直幻想有隻小喇叭，像黑管一般輕巧，再若能便宜得符合我口袋中的鈔票，為什麼不買？ 老闆見我留連不去，便問我要買什麼？ 有沒有便宜一點的小喇叭？ 我這裡賣的都很便宜，你真的要買，我還可以打折。 有沒有舊的呢？ 舊的？舊的不見得便宜啊！有興趣請進來看。 他帶我爬上夾樓，此樓上下高不過三尺，卻堆滿了各式各樣的樂器。我一眼就看到一個體形嬌小的喇叭盒子，心中猛然蹦動，立刻說： what is that? 店主拿了過來，撣去上面的灰塵，想了想，說： 這是好幾年前，美軍顧問團樂隊裡的一位樂師抵押的一隻喇叭。你要的話，我可以算得很便宜，但是能不能用卻不敢擔保。 結果我以一千元成交，大約是當時月薪的一半。怎麼都想不到居然美夢成真，一直讓我心跳了好多天。最令我滿意的是這支喇叭比一般的約輕三分之一，結構樸實簡單，吹起來輕鬆流暢，音色也瞭亮清脆。以我的標準來看，簡直是完美無缺。 這次，我幾乎到了窮途末路，一看那喇叭箱子，突發奇想，為什麼不試試看，說不定可以靠吹喇叭謀生哩！我走訪了不少夜總會、俱樂部，才發現每個樂隊都有自己的班底，掛單的樂師根本沒有生路。所幸有一位白俄人，他曾在瀋陽待過，會說幾句中國話，見到我如同見到鄉親。他給我介紹了一個水準很差的舞廳，由於待遇差，經常缺人。 在巴西所謂的舞廳，實際上就是妓院，跳舞並不重要，音樂更可有可無。男男女女只是藉著緩慢的節奏，以便讓身體相接觸，從而培養情緒，以達到進一步的目的。 我不會巴西人迷戀的森巴，但藍調在這裡最管用，也最適合小喇叭。 大概吹了一個多月，我的成績不錯，在那種場合下，居然還有人點唱。有點唱便有外快，生活也改善了些。我夢想有天會有樂探出現，說不定能和格蘭米勒一樣，將來擁有自己的樂隊，創造自己的音樂。 誰知好景不常，有天舞廳突然關門了，什麼原因我也不知道。好在手頭有了些錢，我又可以慢慢地去找工作了。只是，我決定放棄吹喇叭的工作，因為吹喇叭很費勁，我已經連續幾天大便出血，身體極度虛弱。 有一個從大陸來的老華僑，說神曾與之通靈，發願要做牧師。為了召集信眾，他熱心公益，幫人抒困解紛，在僑社小有名氣。有個同學將我介紹給他，請他幫我找個工作。 流浪久了，我確實希望安定一下，再說，好漢也怕來磨，胃病無時不在。胡混了這麼多日子，原本是為了體驗人生，人生是已經體驗了不少，但健康卻賠了進去。現在我真正需要的是時間，好一面休養身體，一面把所經歷的整理一下，說不定能寫本僑鄉血淚。 由於有了牧師可資依賴，我只須上教堂報到，不必自己再去東闖西找。我想到幫助我來巴西的張老伯，便抽空拜訪他，聽他發洩一下滿肚子的牢騷。 張老伯每次談的都是政治，他雖然在異國做了寓公，生活安定，卻始終心懷故土。他胸中塊壘甚深，有時談到激動處，當著我的面也禁不住老淚縱橫。張老伯的不幸，應溯及張少帥的西安事變，可是他閉口不提此事。但是，不論談什麼，張老伯經常話鋒一轉，把陳誠解散東北八十萬大軍的事，罵得狗血淋頭。 我不否認受過陳誠的好處，但我也瞭解很多內情。陳誠是國民政府中極少數值得敬重的軍事及政治家之一，只因愚忠於先總統蔣中正，成為祭品。最初，我只是靜聽張老伯的怨懟，次數多了以後，我覺得有必要澄清一下。以免一個餘日不多的長者，永遠生活在錯覺中。 張伯伯，請問您，在老先生的領導下，國家的決策該誰負責？ 這個你都不知道？當然是老先生。在習慣上，他稱先總統為老先生。 如果有人不照老先生的意思，您想會有什麼下場？ 張老伯笑了，似乎覺得我這個年輕人未經世事，連這麼簡單的事都不懂。 我跟你爸爸是好朋友，你知不知道他曾被老先生批示永不錄用？老先生的確是個領導人才，雖然我不同意他的某些做法，但他很有遠見。 假如是一個集團軍的異動，誰能出主張呢？ 一個集團軍？連一個軍的異動，都完全在老先生的控制之中。 一個集團軍不過十萬個人吧？ 要看編制而定，有些雜牌軍可憐得連軍餉都沒有，那能養得起幾萬人？ 那麼東北八十萬大軍可比得上好幾個集團軍囉！ 唉，你是不知道，我們東北軍是從日本的關東軍接收過來的。不論裝備、訓練或士氣，都比老先生的部隊強得多。如果不解散，林彪怎麼可能拿下東北？又怎麼會有徐蚌會戰？又怎麼可能平白的把大陸丟掉！所以我說陳誠該殺！每次一說到這裡，張老伯就氣憤填膺，怒髮沖冠。 老伯，您有沒有想過，陳誠並沒有這樣大的權力呀！ 你是小孩子，哪裡曉得？是陳誠建議的，也是他執行的，連他自己都不否認。 像這樣重大的決策，別人的建議老先生會接受嗎？再說這樣嚴重的後果，老先生會輕易放過建議者嗎？老伯，您對民國的歷史熟得很，有這種可能性嗎？為什麼老先生不但不處置，還把台灣的軍政大權交給陳誠？這其中難道沒有玄機嗎？ 這就是我不能原諒老先生的地方，所以我才逃到巴西來。 您有沒有想到過，還有另外一種可能，如果陳誠盡忠職守，肯為老先生揹黑鍋，會是什麼情況呢？ 張老伯聽了，楞了一會兒，站了起來，氣憤地說： 我知道你爸爸是陳誠的同黨，我好心幫你的忙，你怎麼可以對我說這些話！ 我又上了一課，千萬不要讓別人看到他所不願見的真相，尤其是對一個風燭殘年的老人。從此我不敢再去他家，因為我拆穿了他心裏的屏障。他當然清楚事件的前因後果，可是老一輩的人極重視忠君報國的觀念，他無法責備他心目中的國君，潛意識中便將國恨家仇轉移到一個代罪羔羊身上。 不久，那位牧師果然給我找了個工作，是他教會中的一位信徒所提供的。這教徒姓方，上海人，他在家中開了一所工廠，專門生產嬰兒用的娃娃車。 去前大家說好，目前我們只是互相幫忙，沒有薪水，只發零用錢。如果做得好，他打算正式開辦工廠，那時我才能算正式的員工。這些都不重要，我之願意接受這份工作，只是表示感激牧師的好意。再說，有人在家中開工廠，我也覺得新奇，經歷一下有何不妥？ 他家在郊區，是幢別墅，房子很漂亮，地方很大。院子裡堆滿了各種原料，卻只有一個年輕的日本人慢慢地工作，每天約能出貨一台。方先生負責銷售，生意愈做愈好，只因急著催貨，而貨源不足，所以要我來幫忙。 那種工作實在簡單得使不上力氣，不過是把兩根空心鐵條壓彎，再裝上已經縫妥的布底及一些裝飾，大功告成。我一上手，幾天下來，就把積存的物料用得精光。方先生高興得大量接訂單，大量進貨，樂不可支。我們也興高采烈，反正只要他能接，我們就能即時交貨。 最初，方先生大為感動，把我當做家中的一員，相處極為融洽。我滿以為這次可遇到了知音，理應肝腦塗地以報，於是又替他出些點子，告訴他應該如何改進。不料，他不但不提受，態度一天一天冷淡，我知道又是熱心過度出了紕漏。 直到有一天，方太太出面告訴我，說原來供不應求的市場，如今竟告飽和。他們痛苦地決定，只維持過去的狀況，不得不請我走路。 事後牧師卻告訴我，說方先生千交待、萬囑咐，要我看在過去相處的份上，不要再從事同樣的工作，以免與他發生利害衝突。 人心人性，自古皆然，為了生存，能力不足者，最怕別人比他更強。誰又知道別人的心事呢？誰又相信會有人寧願不顧自己的利益，而為別人著想呢？錯不在方先生，是我太天真，太愛表現，可是我能不努力工作嗎？分明看到了缺點，能不改進嗎？ 這時，老師也失業了，還有一位剛認識的朋友小龍，三個人碰到一起。小龍畢業於屏東農專，大家一商量，既然都學農，為什麼不乾脆從事本行？於是，湊了一百多塊美金，同到保祿附近的一個小鎮，去買農場，準備種桑養蠶。其實，錢大半是小龍出的，我不過是湊湊尾數而已。 保祿位於聖保羅的西北方，坐火車要五六個鐘頭，是日本人移民的大本營。我們要去的小鎮極為偏僻落後，離保祿還有兩站。那兒有幾個中國人，來此種桑養蠶竟然大為成功，一舉帶動了地方的經濟，也提升了知名度。我們在掮客的慫恿下，地都沒看，便買了個三畝大的農場。 我們買的農場，上面全是雜樹，雖不大，整理起來卻極為費事。盤算下來，買地簡單，而種地所需要的資金恐怕要超過地值十倍。這時三個人都已身無分文，以後呢？難道可以吃泥土度日？ 於是我們又趕回聖保羅，各自想法借一點錢來。談到借錢，正是我的致命傷，我一向單打獨鬥，這時能向誰借錢去？不要說試，連想到都心煩，真不知應該如何是好。 到了晚上，我沒有錢住旅館，連最便宜的，一天只要一美金的大統艙都住不起。只好到公園裡，找了一些報紙，裹著身體，與一些流浪漢擠在一個牆角上，倒也挺溫暖。 其實我露宿穹天之下，這也不是第一遭了，不值得大書特書。在台灣時，有一次為了一件事去屏東師範找一位女孩丁丁。去時，替老總統駕飛機的同宗朱逢湯，給了我一張軍機座票。到了屏東，為了省錢，也曾在公園裡睡了一晚。那一次受到幸運之神眷顧，清晨起來竟撿到五張百元大鈔，所以我常把露宿視為發財捷徑。 但是這次心情完全不同，如果說要歷練人生，也不必一定要到與流浪漢為伍的地步。一次又一次的，工作上不斷遭受挫折，難道是我太貪心？還是工作不努力？或者是好高騖遠，個性乖僻？儘管我不肯承認，事實勝於雄辯，為何沒有一個工作我能持續半年以上，而別人卻都活得好好的？ 我試圖歸罪於運氣，那也說不通，記得封神榜中有姜子牙流年不利的故事，但我並沒有那樣倒霉。我所遭遇的多半是人與人之間的隔閡與誤解，我願意相信別人，而別人卻不能相信我，其中必有癥結。可是，不論我想盡理由、用盡方法，偏生打破了頭腦，就是解不開這團謎。 天亮時，在濛濛的曙色中，突然一幅畫面躍進了我的眼簾。在這群流浪漢中，竟然有一家人一對年輕的黑人，和一個大約一歲多的孩子。那對黑人緊密地依靠著，孩子則睡在他們的膝間。不論是大人還是孩子，他們的臉上絲毫看不出有悲愁或痛苦的神情。天地宛如他們的家，人間只是一段旅程，在知心的伴侶身邊，人生還有什麼他求？ 多年深埋在心底的綺夢，頓時化為烈火，燃醒了飢渴的靈魂。為什麼我沒有一個伴呢？如果這時身邊有個人，能像這樣的依偎著，豈不是冰淇淋蛋糕外冷內甜？ 其實我早就壓抑了很久很久的，一種難以告人的私衷，那就是性。自從在花蓮找了一次妓女，得了性病以後，我就再也不敢尋花問柳。在生理上我的需求旺盛，經常亢奮得坐立難安，唯一的方法是靠手淫來解決。有時一個晚上要三四次，才能抒解那種難堪已極的感受，而第二天，心理的自責卻又接踵而至。 我常自詡自我控制力很強，所有認識我的人，也都不否認這一點。然而我卻對性的需求束手無策，竟要用這種不可告人的方法解決，這算什麼自制？不過，我有我的看法，可恥與否，在於人的認知，如果與人無損，恥從何來？ 在還珠樓主的《蜀山劍俠》中，凡是要修仙學道的人，就必須要克欲戒淫。雖然那是神話小說，但是經過常年洗腦，已成為我信念中的一部分，是我奉行的金科玉律。我虔信，做不到就表示定力不夠，証明我只是凡胎俗子，成不了氣候。 唯一的解決辦法是結婚，而結婚不是單純的買賣，有錢沒錢先放一旁，總得有個對象。再說，買東西還可以放在一邊，結婚卻不僅要男歡女悅，還要長相廝守，再下去便是生兒育女。且不論幸福與否，一生可以斷定到此為止，就算要想搬家，也是東瓶西罐、箱子桌子一大堆！ 我做不到，做不到就要付出代價，這是生物進化的鐵律。我知道代價很高，也一直都在支付，從未後悔。我的對策是保持忙碌，不斷地給自己出題目，不斷地努力應付，每天心神都被佔據，倒也履險如夷。 現在，兩手空空，無所事事，我被打敗了。身心疲憊，意志力消失無蹤。 心中念頭一起，我下意識地認為，還是先結婚的好。像這對夫妻，無家無室，相偕飄零四海，豈不更為瀟灑？再說，這次要去農場，不能再像以前一樣，做三天，打了就跑。僅有的幾個朋友已經把我看得一文不值，我必須安心下來，証明一下自己並非游手好閒、不務正業之輩。而唯一的方法，便是用家把人牢牢的拴住，所以我決定結婚。 marry?對象呢？這點我並不擔心，我不相信自己有哪點不夠格。 有了新的認識，我開始張開眼睛，仔細打量身邊搔首弄姿的各類女郎。人真是可憐的動物，各種感官就像一根一根的繩索，把人的身心捆得緊緊的。平常我鑽進了思考的閣樓，在那裡，感官的噪音已經化為我探索的對象，所看到的只是連綿的纖維。現在不同了，下得樓來，各種纖維糾結成一片羅網，在在引人入勝，我迷失了。 首先，我壯起膽子，先向老同學借錢。當時年輕人的圈子裡有一句話語北才南潘。北才指的是一位名叫才立中的青年，他在一個紡織廠任經理，老闆是中國人，工廠的事全交給他。他手下用了不少台灣來的朋友，平日尾隨著他，儼然一方領袖。 多年後我曾在美國遇到他，那時他已面容清瘦，滿頭飄白，一副落魄的模樣。半響，我都不敢跟他打招呼，還是他大方地走過來。談起當年，他感慨萬分。他不諱言過去因為年輕無知，任性驕狂，恃才傲物。後來與東家鬧翻了，自行立業，卻被最信任的朋友出賣，以致一敗塗地。言下語多自責，頗足醒世，此人能幡然醒悟，實乃我生平僅見。 南潘是指在南方快樂港經營農場的一位潘姓學長，不幸他的名字我始終想不起來，多半是我欠他的錢一直沒還，潛意識中有意給忘掉的。 這位學長自己擁有幾百畝地，種植大豆，年年豐收，事業相當成功。他每次來聖市，總會引起一陣旋風，同學們口口相傳，都以他為榮。 剛巧這次他又來了，我厚著臉皮向他借了五十塊美金（相當一般工人一個月的收入）。有了錢，我又去中華會館，何神父見到我，免不了又東問西問。聽說我要去農場，他大感欣慰，笑得嘴都合不上，一直說： you child!早該回到本行的，真是迷途知返，迷途知返！ 是呀，有您這位牧羊人在，哨子一吹，不回來也得回來。我知趣的幽他一默。 先安定下來，然後成家，聽見沒有？ 那麼您就發發慈悲，介紹一位吧！我連忙順水推舟，其實這才是真正的目的。 real?交給我，交給我，我慢慢地幫你找！ 不能慢慢找，最好快一點！ 當然，當然，年輕人說風便是風！ 我明天就要回保祿了，最好是今天！ Nonsense!Nonsense!他打量著我的神情，這才發現我不是胡鬧，他氣了：荒唐！absurd!what you up to?買一個老婆幫你種田去？你這孩子，老是做些怪事！結婚是神聖的大事，是上帝給子民的恩賜，怎麼可以這樣輕率？ 何神父一語道破，我的想法太奇怪，天下哪有人一天之中就找到婚姻對象？連上帝創造宇宙，也要七天呀！ 我打算在農閒的時候，做些小手工藝品，像以前在學校做的腳踏車、三輪車之類，便順道買了些材料。因為第二天中午才有火車班次，到了晚上，一看還有時間。為了省旅館錢，我便到自由大道旁一個小巷裡，找了個小酒吧，要了整隻烤雞，先享受一番。 我坐在吧台的高凳子上，為的是一個人不好意思佔用一桌。這種小酒吧因為本重利輕，一般的吃食都賣，我以往只要腰中無虞，常來光顧。 正在大快朵頤之際，突然聽到一聲聲聖歌平和的哼聲。抬頭一看，是一位女侍，一邊輕快地工作，一邊哼著。可能是飢不擇食吧，我這一看，神魂竟掉了一半。她看上去不過十六七歲，淺褐色的皮膚與黃種人很相近，但輪廓顯明，眉目之間頗具秀色。 她哼的那首聖歌我很熟悉，反正時間尚早，而且閒得無聊。我把雞放在一邊，抹淨了嘴上的油膩，也隨著她哼將起來。她覺得和聲有異，見到是我，含羞地笑了笑。對人而言，含羞是一種若有似無的情緣，是對少女最微妙的描述，她的羞意成了我心跳的動力。 隨著我們開始了長談，我展開了拖在背後的孔雀尾巴。我說自己是剛來不久的中國人，在保祿經營農場，身家清白，尚未娶妻，無不良嗜好等等老掉牙的話頭。 她乜斜著眼，一副懷疑的神情，靜靜地聽著。最後她說： 花花公子，你在保祿是真的，但你不是中國人，是日本人。日本移民約有兩百萬，部份人在保祿經營農業極為成功。 Why?只因為我巴西話講得好？ 因為你身邊的紙包，那上面有日本字。她面有得色地說。 ah!中國人就不能買日本貨嗎？ All right!至少你是在巴西土生土長的中國人。