I'm back in 1990

Chapter 1068: 24-Hour Private Butler Service

Huang Xiaochuan nodded, deciding to change the subject.

Have you made any new friends here?

Mao Wa said, "I've met a few people. One is Korean, who speaks excellent Mandarin; another is from Texas; and the other is from China, just like me, who studies computer science."

Huang Xiaochuan then asked, "Where's your girlfriend?"

Maowa paused for a moment, his expression slightly embarrassed: "Third Uncle."

"Your dad told me to ask, and I want to know too."

"No," Maowa shook his head. "I don't have the time, and I don't have the inclination."

Huang Xiaochuan suggested, "That's a good idea. I suggest that if you meet someone suitable, you might as well give it a try, but it would be best if they were of Chinese descent."

"Okay!" Maowa nodded, indicating that he would take this matter seriously.

He then added, "Third Uncle, please go back and tell my dad that I'm fine, and tell him not to worry, and also to Auntie."

Huang Xiaochuan looked at his nephew: "Aren't you really planning to go back and see them?"

Maowa didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Huang Xiaochuan stopped trying to persuade him and sighed, "Your dad said you can go back whenever you want."

Maowa lowered his head and after a while, he hummed in agreement.

"Alright, I've said what I needed to say. I have to go." Huang Xiaochuan stood up.

Mao Wa escorted him all the way to the apartment building. Three Cadillac Monsters were neatly parked on the side of the road, and several burly men in suits stood around the cars. When Huang Xiaochuan came out, one of them opened the car door.

Gao Song then came forward and took out an elegant envelope from his briefcase, handing it to his boss.

Huang Xiaochuan handed it to Maowa: "Take it."

Maowa refused, saying, "Third Uncle, I have money."

Huang Xiaochuan interrupted him: "I know you have money. There's a card in here. Keep it on your person when you're not using it, so you can use it in case of an emergency."

In the end, Maowa couldn't resist his third uncle's insistence and accepted the card.

He held the envelope and watched his third uncle get into the car and drive away, only returning to his apartment when the car was out of sight.

Back in his apartment, he took out the bank card from the envelope and examined it. It was a black card from Pacific Century Bank. Having been in the United States for almost two years, he had naturally heard of this card.

So when he saw the card, he was startled.

Because this is a top-tier credit card comparable to the American Express Black Card, having this card is equivalent to having the privilege of receiving 24-hour personal butler service.

No matter when or where he is, he can have his personal butler handle everything from emergencies to daily chores with just one phone call, according to his wishes and requests.

For example, the butler can help with things like Michelin-starred restaurants that are impossible to book, tickets to popular sporting events, tickets to popular concerts, and even if you lose your passport or encounter a natural disaster while traveling.

Moreover, with this card, he will have free access to VIP lounges at over 1,500 airports worldwide, as well as exclusive stays at top hotels around the globe.

He stared at the card for a long time before finally putting it into his wallet.

He checked the time and made a phone call back home.

His stepmother, Cheng Jing, answered the phone.

"Maowa?" Cheng Jing's voice was filled with surprise, because this child rarely called home.

"Have you seen your third uncle?"

Maowa stood by the window, looking at the night view outside: "I see him, Auntie. Is my dad home?"

"Yes, yes, just wait a moment!"

Then Maowa heard his stepmother calling out on the phone, "Erhe, Erhe, hurry up! It's Maowa's phone."

Soon, Huang Erhe's voice came through the phone: "Maowa."

"dad!"

"Um!"

The father and son were silent for a few seconds before Huang Erhe finally spoke.

"Your third uncle called me and said you're doing well over there."

"Yes."

"That's good!" Huang Erhe paused, then asked, "Are you confident about your medical school application?"

Because his son was not around, Huang Erhe could not help him with his studies and knew nothing about him.

Thankfully, Maowa reassured him: "There's nothing wrong, don't worry!"

"Alright, alright!" Huang Erhe was finally relieved.

Suddenly, Maowa said, "Dad, I'm sorry!"

Huang Erhe immediately understood that this was his son's way of apologizing for not returning to China. He quickly said, "It's alright, as long as you're well and safe, that's all that matters. You can come back whenever you want. If you really don't want to come back, that's fine too. I'll come see you. To be honest, I've never been to America before!"

Maowa's nose suddenly felt a little sore, and his eyes seemed to be filled with tears. .

I'll try to go back home during the summer vacation.

Huang Erhe was overjoyed to hear this: "That's great! I'll be waiting for you to come back. Your little sister talks about you every few days, and she said she'd come after you if you didn't come back. She'll be so happy if you come back during the summer vacation."

"Okay! I'll hang up now!"

After hanging up the phone, he looked at his desk, where there was a photo of his family of five taken at home before he went abroad; almost two years had passed in the blink of an eye.

He looked away from the photo and opened his textbook. He had class tomorrow and lab reports to write.

He looked away from the photo and opened his textbook. He had class tomorrow and lab reports to write.

The next day, after breakfast, he went to school. He had two classes that morning.

"Huang Zedi!" A voice came from behind. Maowa didn't even need to turn his head to know that it was Park Sung-ho.

Sure enough, the guy caught up with him very quickly.

"It's such a shame you didn't go to the party last night; there were so many beautiful girls there."

"oh!"

Park Sung-ho was already used to Mao Wa's antics and continued, "Although I met a lot of pretty girls last night, it's a pity I didn't manage to get tickets for the Los Angeles Lakers vs. Chicago Bulls game. What about you?"

The NBA is also one of Mao Wa's favorite sports events. He often plays basketball with Park Sung-ho and others. Although his skills are just average, he just likes it.

He then remembered that he had also forgotten about it, because his third uncle had suddenly come last night, disrupting his original plans.

Then he remembered the card in his wallet. Why not try making a phone call?

After his morning classes ended, he went to a quiet place by himself, took out his phone, and dialed the number on the back of the SIM card.

"Good morning, Mr. Huang. Thank you for calling Pacific Century Bank's Century Card Personal Assistant Service. This is Linda. How can I help you?"

"Um, I wanted to buy tickets for the Lakers vs. Bulls game, but they're sold out."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Maowa waited patiently with his phone in hand.

Soon, that pleasant voice came through the phone again: "Mr. Huang, I apologize for keeping you waiting. I just asked my colleague, and because this game is so popular, regular stands tickets are quite difficult to get. However, we can confirm a luxury box at the Staples Center for you. How many VIPs would you like to invite? We can arrange an all-inclusive box with catering services for you, so you can fully enjoy the game and have the best view in the stadium."

"Gulp," Maowa swallowed hard. "How much will it cost?"

"Mr. Huang, it's like this. As you are our valued customer, we will cover all your travel expenses to watch this game. In other words, you will not need to pay any fees."

Mao Wa was stunned for a long time. No money?

He felt this was somewhat inappropriate, so he asked again, "The regular grandstand tickets are sold out, what about the seating area?"

"If you only need a seat in the designated area, I will contact our partners immediately to arrange a seat near the player tunnel for you. You will also have the opportunity to high-five the players."

"This one, I need four tickets."

"Okay, four tickets for the district."

"Mr. Huang, the game is at 7 PM Pacific Time. Would you like us to arrange valet parking for you near the Staples Center? Or would you like us to arrange a private car for you?"