He is neither a refugee nor a rich man. In his previous life, he was a politician who had experienced ups and downs in Chinese politics.
In this life, he was a poor student selling sauce-flavored pancakes on the streets of Los Angeles. Half of his memory was shattered, and he even forgot his name, but the officialdom instinct engraved in his bones was still there.
From the "Chinese Thousand Layer Cake" who earns thousands of dollars a day, to the prisoner who is fined and imprisoned. In prison, he suddenly laughed - American politicians are just a bunch of grassroots people.
After he was released from prison, he distributed free cakes in the slums and announced his candidacy for governor of Los Angeles. Everyone thought he was crazy, until gangsters began to protect him, business bosses secretly helped him, and votes from the slums came flooding in...
This is not a food entrepreneurship article, this is a political counterattack in the form of dimensionality reduction.
