Two days later.

Time: Twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

Location: In a restaurant owned by overseas Chinese in Chinatown, New York, USA.

Chen Tang wore a suit and carried a small leather bag into the restaurant.

"Hello sir, how many?" The waiter walked over and asked with a smile.

"Box 6." Chen Tang spoke.

"It turned out to be Mr. Tang Chen, please come here." The waiter led Chen Tang and took him to Box 6.

Enter box 6, where a Chinese sits there.

Chen Tang closed the door of the box, glanced at the box, made sure that there was no problem, sat down, looked at the Chinese in front of him and said, "I am Tang Chen." ”

"I'm a passerby." The Chinese spoke.

He is the person who connects with Chen Tang, this person is 1.75 meters tall and has a medium physique, he is not a person from the fifth type of troops, at best he can only be regarded as a second-line joint.

"Tell me to connect with you, is there anything you want to tell me?" Chen Tang picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and was not polite, and began to sweep the food on the table.

"Since this is your first time taking on the rope pulling task, let me teach you the specific steps above! No one will contact you in the future, and every time you complete an intelligence expansion, you only need to report to the top and record it. The connector spoke.

"Oh, let's talk about it." Chen Tang nodded.

"I got accurate information, yesterday, a few overseas Chinese boys and a few Yankees in Chinatown had a grudge because of racing, they will come to Chinatown at three o'clock this afternoon to look for trouble, you help them solve this trouble." The connector spoke.

"You know them?" Chen Tang asked.

"I don't know." The connector replied.

"I don't know them either, so am I nosy? Say the rest of the word, don't hide it. Chen Tang spoke.

"Those boys can drive luxury cars, but the racing skills are really not as good as the Yankees, you find a way to carry this pot down by yourself, go to the night racing, and solve their grievances!"

"Of course, racing is not the point, the point is that Fick Lauder, the young master of the Lauder family, loves racing very much, and he goes to race almost every time, if you can get his attention, then ...... Your pull task is in full swing. The connector said.

"The Lauder family, the Estee Lauder of cosmetics?" Chen Tang asked softly.

"Yes." The connector nodded.

Estée Lauder is one of the world's largest skincare, cosmetics and fragrance companies, founded in 1946 by its founder.

There are tens of millions of fans around the world, and of course, this fan is just buying fans! If you count the number of fans who can't afford it, I'm afraid it will be hundreds of millions.

"Understood, are you alright?" Chen Tang gulped down and asked casually.

"It's okay." The connector nodded.

In less than a few minutes, Chen Tang was full, got up, and said, "Then I have to go and prepare." ”

"Prepare what?" The connector asked.

"It's none of your business." After Chen Tang finished speaking, he opened the box door and left here.

After leaving the restaurant, Chen Tang took out the $1,000 on his body, glanced at it, and walked towards a clothing store.

He bought a pair of denim, a T-shirt, socks and a pair of casual leather shoes, a zippo lighter, and two packs of Marlboro cigarettes.

After buying these, he didn't have much left of his $1,000.

Minutes and seconds passed, at three o'clock in the afternoon.

In Chinatown, seven or eight overseas Chinese sons stood there, as if waiting for something.

They have already made an appointment with the Yankees, which is what China calls a covenant.

At this time, two Ferrari sports cars drove into Chinatown.

Four tall and sturdy young Americans got out of the two cars, and they walked towards these seven or eight overseas Chinese sons.

Although there are many overseas Chinese sons, their physique is really inferior to other Yankees, none of these four Yankees are less than 1.85 meters, and their physique is very burly.

Looking at the seven or eight overseas Chinese boys, the tallest is 1.83 meters, not to mention thin, but compared with the Yankees, it gives people a feeling that they can be knocked down with one punch.

And one of the young Americans had a bulge in his waist, which was obviously a pistol.

No way, who makes guns legal in the United States?

Chen Tang's eyes narrowed when he saw the pistol.

Seven or eight overseas Chinese sons and daughters saw the four Yankees, and several of them were a little stunned, and the tattoos on the necks and faces of those Yankees were very infiltrating.

"I heard you're going to make an appointment with us? Say, what kind of covenant? Is it a fight, or is it a race car? If you fight, is it a group fight, or is it a heads-up fight? A muscular Yankee stepped forward and shook his muscles.

He speaks English.

"Because of the grudge formed by the car, then the car will solve it!" One of the overseas Chinese sons felt that there was no hope for them to fight, whether it was a group fight or a heads-up.

But admit it, so many overseas Chinese are watching, he can't lose this face, and his girlfriend is also here, so he opened his mouth and shouted about racing.

"Racing?" When a young American heard this, he laughed, pointed at the head of the overseas Chinese boy, and said: "I was pulled down a whole street yesterday, you yellow-skinned waste, right?" Did you forget? ”

"It's not me who races with you, it's my friend!" After the overseas Chinese brother finished speaking, he looked at several overseas Chinese youths behind him.

They all said before, if the situation is not right, then race.

His friends also agreed, and they helped with the racing.

"Them?" The American youth glanced at the overseas Chinese youths.

These overseas Chinese youths raised their heads and looked at the American youths.

But after staring at each other for a few seconds, they lowered their heads, this young American they knew, and he was also a figure in the New York racing world.

Although they are not big shots, they are not comparable to them.

Brother Overseas Chinese saw that his people were cowardly, and he became a little anxious.

"What? Don't you dare to fight, you don't dare to drive the car you say, and you don't dare to come out of the driver, this hasn't said anything about the color head, you guys are cowardly? You Chinese are really a bunch of rubbish who can only play with mouths! ”

The American young man snorted disdainfully and said, "Since you can't get out of the driver, we can't come for nothing, so don't you have a very strong mouth?" How about asking your girlfriend to give me a mouth, and this is over? ”

"Yes, then a few of you take turns to give us a few mouths, we don't dislike you are men, anyway, you Chinese only have this skill!" Several other young Americans laughed.

When the words fell, the face of the overseas Chinese boy changed, and the girl next to him also glared at the American young man in disgust.

"Racing? How about I come and play with you? ”

At this time, a magnetic, fluent English fell.

(End of chapter)