The Strange Hero of America
By chance, I traveled to America. By chance, I made many friends. By chance, I helped many people. By chance, I became a mysterious hero in America.
Stepping out of the airport, Qiu Fengyu took a deep breath. He looked around at the airport's surroundings, which appeared rather old and worn. There was no sign that this was the airport of the world's number one superpower, America.
"Alright, my friend, this is where we part ways. I brought you to America, gave you a green card, everything's settled. I'm heading north now—you're not going the same way, are you?" A man in his fifties, an Eastern European, extended his hand to Qiu Fengyu at the airport exit.
"Uh, of course not. I'll be heading south. At the moment, I'm completely a drifter..." Qiu Fengyu released his grip. He had no real connection with this wealthy Ukrainian old man; he had simply saved his life during the conflict in Crimea and asked him to bring him to America.
"You're no drifter. You'll have money, then buy a ranch. This is Texas; you can be a cowboy, young man—though not the gun-slinging kind. Oh, and you'd better apply for your Social Security number and driver's license as soon as possible, or you'll find it impossible to get by in America. Well then, friend, safe travels!" The Ukrainian waved to the two tall men standing by a Mercedes, who looked like bodyguards. One of them approached, carrying a paper bag. The Ukrainian took the bag, glanced inside, and handed it to Qiu Fengyu.
"This is yours, what you deserve—twenty thousand dollars!" With that, he picked up his own luggage and strode to the car. The other bodyguard took