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Zhu Wencong stood on the deck of his own steamship, his heart couldn't help but lament that time was like a wild donkey.

Looking back on California's "youthful years", the first year was spent reaping leeks, and the second year there were no leeks to cut.

The current stage of California's financial pool was too shallow, a simple harvest could reveal the bottom of the pool.

"Do you not want to leave California?" Su Yanqiao came to Zhu Wencong's side.

"Suddenly leaving my comfort zone without having adjusted, and immediately heading to a place with an extremely harsh environment.

Honestly, I'm not really prepared, after all, the time is too rushed, but the opportunity can't be missed.

If all the leeks in California are harvested and all the opportunities of the era are monopolized, then there's no need to continue staying.

You know I'm someone who is never content with the status quo, and New York is not my ultimate destination," said Zhu Wencong.