Los Angeles, Starting with a Piece of Pie

When Tang Haodong was kicked out of Chinatown by Liang Ji, he only had an old knife, a chipped iron spatula, and half a bag of flour soaked in rain. He set up his first pot under a bridge in the 7th neighborhood of Los Angeles. Three dollars, or work. From then on, one piece of cake records an account, and one piece of pot establishes a rule. Marcus wants to get something for nothing - wash the basin. Daniel wanted to jump off the bridge - to fix the shed. George wanted to weigh him down with old favors - the ledger was spread out and every transaction was cleared. Later, a black car parked outside the bridge, and someone in a suit walked down with a document in his hand: "Mr. Tang, I need your signature regarding the Tang Cake Charitable Trust established by your father thirty years ago." Tang Haodong turned the cigarette pack paper to a new page. The accounts haven't been settled yet. Chinatown owed his father, and he wanted to pay it back piece by piece.