Flushing, in the office.
Wang Jian was watching the NBC channel while silently criticizing in his mind,
"This El, how shameless can you be to appear on TV?"
Indeed, because of skin color, it had been somewhat difficult to rent an apartment in the Bronx District at first.
But that rent, which was much higher than what African Americans were charged, should have settled the account, right?
As for the "I'm a Great Mage" incident, regardless of the outcome, framing him had been a fact.
After his success, he hadn't sought revenge, which was already a nod to past kindness.
Now, El had the nerve to bring a group of Black people on the interview, claiming he had given him so much help.
And that he hadn't repaid El after finding success?
Please, he didn't recognize any of the old Black men behind him.
Apart from El, the two Black people he was more familiar with were still in prison in Los Angeles!
Just then, Wang Jian's phone ringtone went off.
