Chapter 17 I'm wandering the world with a blend of Minnanese and Cantonese, damn it!

Many times, people cannot control their own emotions.

This lack of control has nothing to do with willpower.

The secretion of different hormones in humans can affect the fluctuations of emotions, and in extreme cases, even make decisions for you instead of your brain.

For example, taking drugs too much can make a person enter an unconscious state due to strong stimulation.

Or, exercising too much can affect one's desires due to physical exhaustion.

And so on.

Lisa is now caught in a strange mood.

She initially thought she had met an interesting drifter and agreed to have a meal together after the collaboration ended.

Just a meal, nothing more.

But Cheng Daqi's actions completely disrupted her emotions.

Dinner?

Looking at the dishes on the table now, she only wants revenge.

They've gone Dutch, and she wants to eat more than Cheng Daqi!

According to the theory of emotional peaks in male-female relationships, Lisa is now in a state of excitement.

If Cheng Daqi spends enough time with her in the future, she will surely forget the unpleasantness of today's interaction with him and only remember eating lots of delicious Chinese food, which was also quite fun.

In other words, people tend to forget the specific details of memories and only remember the emotions.

As long as the emotions are strong enough, whether they are good or bad, they can be controlled later.

This logic is counterintuitive.

Take Cheng Daqi and Lisa's interaction as an example.

The core element behind it is whether Cheng Daqi can bring enough positive emotions to Lisa in their interaction.

As long as there are enough positive emotions, the initial unpleasantness will become a funny memory.

This set of interaction logic essentially reinforces the deformation of the first impression.

Regardless of the method used, it is essential to leave a first impression, leaving an extraordinary first impression (extremely effective in male-female relationships, verified, but don't break the law when using it).

"Cough! Cough! F**k, what is this?"

Her throat feels like it's exploding, the authentic spicy flavor of Sichuan cuisine surging in her nasal cavity, irritating Lisa's nasal mucosa.

The blonde girl, who is challenging Sichuan cuisine for the first time, is crying from the spicy food, with tears streaming down her face.

What infuriates her even more is that Cheng Daqi not only remains indifferent to her embarrassment but also takes out his phone and starts taking pictures.

Damn mechanic!

Lisa is stunned.

What kind of rare Sigma male is this?

A thousand dollars for two hours of security, and he takes her to eat something so spicy that it distorts her face.

Now, not only is he not gentlemanly enough to laugh at her, but he's also taking pictures of her embarrassing state.

Cheng Daqi really refreshes her stereotypical impression of Asians.

Polite?

The next time anyone tells me that Asians are polite, I'll stab them to death with a high heel!

The spicy flavor burns Lisa's eyes, tears rolling in her eye sockets as she glares at Cheng Daqi.

"Here, have some tea to soothe your throat."

Cheng Daqi smiles and refills Lisa's tea.

On the second day of the American homeless hell opening, I let the blonde girl stare at me affectionately with tears in her eyes.

Hmm, not bad.

"You're eating too fast. Take it slow, there's no rush."

Hearing Cheng Daqi's calm reassurance, Lisa feels annoyed.

It's too spicy; it's impossible for her to eat even half.

In one day, I've been tricked twice by this man. It's so frustrating!

"Is this the taste of Chinese food? So spicy, where's the deliciousness?"

The perfume-wearing supervisor starts nitpicking.

She wants Cheng Daqi to admit that choosing Chinese food was a mistake.

Pointing at the dishes on the table with her fork, Cheng Daqi replies.

"Many people see chili peppers as a condiment, but chili peppers bring a sensation of pain to us. This sensation tricks our bodies into thinking we're 'injured,' causing the secretion of endorphins, giving us an ultimate dining experience."

"You're eating too fast. Take it slow like me."

Lisa hesitantly picks up a piece of boiled beef, putting it into her mouth clumsily.

The strong spicy flavor and multi-layered aroma ferment in her taste buds.

This time, not only is she not choked by the spicy taste, but she even experiences the feeling of endorphin secretion.

"Okay, I admit it's not bad."

"Next time, you can try other cuisines. Sichuan cuisine is just a small category of Chinese cuisine."

"What do you mean? What is Sichuan cuisine?"

"Sichuan cuisine is like Californian cuisine in the United States. China has many other regional cuisines besides Sichuan cuisine, such as Shandong cuisine, Huaiyang cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, and so on."

"Maybe I'll try. I'm tired of French cuisine and pizza."

The lunch of the two ends in intermittent chatting.

Lisa accompanies Cheng Daqi to the bank to collect the reward.

Watching the Tesla drive away, Cheng Daqi touches the knife in his pocket and feels relieved.

Although a thousand dollars cannot truly change his predicament, having money in his pocket makes him feel more at ease.

When you have nothing, even a penny can overwhelm you.

As for Lisa, at best, their relationship is interesting business partners.

They just met, and they won't have any intersection until he gets a legal status.

However, as a local in Los Santos, Lisa can be contacted more in the future, which can be considered a network.

Sorting out his chaotic thoughts, Cheng Daqi decides to first find a Chinese immigration consulting agency to learn more about the issue of illegal immigration status.

He can't rent a house, can't get a work card, and everything is inconvenient.

The system's identity recognition can only change others' perception of his identity, but cannot change his true identity.

For example, the system can make others see him as Irish, but it cannot directly change his identity into Irish.

So Cheng Daqi still has to strive for his legal status.

As an old Chinese immigrant gathering area, Ding Pangzi Square has many Chinese travel agencies and immigration consulting companies.

These companies also have signs hanging outside saying "No passport, no identity, still hiring," and they are generally known as human brokers in Ding Pangzi Square, part-time introducing black jobs for Chinese illegal immigrants.

Cheng Daqi found an agency named "Li Haiping Immigration Consultation" and walked in.

A little knowledge: In many subdivided service industries, stores named after the boss are often more reliable.

"Of course, this is just a general conclusion under big data and may not apply to specific exceptions, after all, there are always exceptions."

"Hello, I'd like to ask for some consultation, are you available now?"

The front desk was manned by a teenage girl. As Cheng Daqi walked in, she was engrossed in a battle in the canyon.

"Huh? Consultation? Dad! Someone's here to see you for consultation!"

Upon hearing Cheng Daqi's Mandarin, the young summoner didn't even look up, she just used a summoning spell.

Glancing at her stats, Cheng Daqi chuckled. "Top lane turtle, 0/11/2, any reader could stomp her with their eyes closed."

"Hello, welcome welcome, please have a seat, let's talk."

A middle-aged Chinese man with glasses and a balding head descended from the second floor and guided Cheng Daqi to a seat.

"I'm surnamed Li, what aspect would you like to inquire about?"

As Mr. Li brewed tea, he smoothly entered work mode.

"I'm not that distinguished, just call me Xiaocheng. Are you from Taiwan?"

Not familiar with the area, Cheng Daqi wanted to first ascertain the boss's background. Networking, after all, is essential anywhere you go.

With a hint of Minnan accent in his Cantonese, Cheng Daqi could confidently adapt to wherever Li Haiping hailed from.

Though Chinese Americans come from all over, Fujian, Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Guangdong folks make up the majority.

Minnan-accented Cantonese is the perfect choice for navigating the Chinese American community in the US.

Having worked hard on Gulangyu Island for so many years, Cheng Daqi could easily emulate this accent.

"Haha, although it's called Little Taipei here, there have been more mainlanders in recent years, and most of the Taiwanese have moved away. I'm from Bengbu, Anhui, been in the US for over ten years."

Li Haiping looked slightly surprised as he sized up the young man in front of him, who was dressed in sportswear.

At first glance, he thought he had encountered a clueless youth, but as soon as Cheng Daqi spoke, he realized this person was not to be underestimated.

With a Cantonese accent tinged with Minnan flavor and a respectful address, Li found it hard to judge Cheng Daqi's background.

Minnan language: A Chinese dialect originating from Quanzhou, Fujian. It is mainly distributed in areas such as southern Fujian, Taiwan, northeastern Fujian, southeastern Zhejiang, and the Chaoshan region of Guangdong, besides Minnan itself and Taiwan.