Chapter Ninety-Seven: Haidilao I

Subtitle of this chapter: A big hatred in my life, BGM is Cantonese flavor!

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Tuesday, March 15, 1931.

Xin You year, Xin Mao month, Ding Chou day.

Appropriate: Sacrifice to the alliance to build the ground. Don't: Settle the bed and enter the mortuary to remove the service into the clothes and move the machine.

"Squeak......

With the sound of brakes, a small car stopped in front of the An Liang Building in Chinatown.

Mr. John McCall, who was the driver himself, looked at the fierce Chinese in front of the building, and couldn't help but turn around and say worriedly: "Neo, do you want me to accompany you in?" ”

Today, our Master Yuan's dress is extraordinary, and it can be said to be very different from his previous high-level Chinese route.

I saw that he was wearing a dark bat-patterned gown with bright black silk, two cuffs turned out of the snow-white lining, and under his feet was a pair of black satin mille-feuille fast boots, with a black face and a red bottom.

Look at the black tweed top hat on his head, the hair inside the hat is meticulously combed with hair oil, and he also wears a pair of tortoiseshell round-framed sunglasses.

As the saying goes, a man should be pretty, and he should be dressed in soap. Women should be pretty, without a cover...... Well, filial piety.

The handsome guy with 17 points of charm is dressed in black, it is really more Xu Wenqiang than Xu Wenqiang, and more Chinese heroes than Chinese heroes. What are the three tycoons on the beach, who are only worthy of being his little followers.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Yuan Yanqian took out an equally snow-white silk handkerchief from his cuffs, covered his mouth and coughed gently, then picked it up and looked at it, and immediately frowned......

Damn, shouldn't there be a touch of red on the snow-white handkerchief?!

Really, a beautiful man like me should have tuberculosis and bleeding gums that often vomit blood.

Forget it, who called Lao Tzu I have an 18-point constitution now.

"Forget it, John." Master Yuan tucked the handkerchief into his cuffs and said lightly. "Today's scene is so big because the Situ dragon head sitting in it now will not be in any danger. I'll just go in myself. ”

That's right, he dressed up like this, naturally, not to cosplay the underworld characters of the Republic of China, but to meet the American underworld figures.

Five days ago, when Hongqi Lao Wu and his wife came to dinner, they told him that Situ Meitang, the leader of Anliang General Hall, would arrive in New York in the near future. And the day before yesterday, he really received the post from this big guy.

You must know that this time to meet the big dragon head is much more formal than the first time to talk to the fifth red flag. Last year, it was called "Bai Pier", but now it is "Chuang Xiang Tang".

Bai Wharf is when Hongmen disciples pass by other people's territory or come to do errands and say hello to their local brothers. The Hongmen Hall in this place should do its best to help the landlord, and help as much as possible.

And breaking into the incense hall means that this Hongmen disciple will also become a local tiger, if he can break through, then he will have the right to open the mountain gate at this dock.

Of course, if Yuan Erye really wants to open the mountain gate to worship Anliangtang, it is not enough, there are other Hongmen halls here in New York, such as the earliest mountain hall in North America, Xiesheng Hall. The Hip Win Club is the name of this hall to the outside world.

Today's big battle in the Anliang Building was not specifically to welcome the second master of Nintendo, but to protect the important members of the Anliang Hall.

You must know that at that time, the Hongmen in North America and the Tangkou outside the Hongmen were not a harmonious mess, and they fought endlessly for various reasons. Almost every city in the Chinese hall mouth has friction and tilting. This is called "doto".

In the years before the Xinhai Revolution, when I was still alive in the Qing Dynasty, the Chinese community in the United States was divided into two factions: royalist and revolutionary. The royalists slandered revolutionary groups such as Zhi Gong Tang and An Liang Tang as "thugs", and the latter naturally unceremoniously called the former "Tatar slaves". The two are constantly vying for the leadership of overseas Chinese newspapers, overseas Chinese schools, and overseas Chinese associations in various localities.

In 1908, Wu Yanfang, then Minister to the United States, inspected Boston's Chinatown and was almost beaten by members of the Zhi Gong Court. Later, several of Kang Nanhai's disciples founded the "Datong Daily" in Los Angeles, and the newspaper was rushed in and smashed into pieces as soon as it opened, and they almost died.

However, after 1927, the style of painting suddenly changed.

As everyone knows, the artillery party is not a monopoly in cleaning up the door, and the local tyrants and inferior gentry who "raid into the party" in various places cannot distinguish who is their own person and who is not...... Well, they don't want to tell the difference at all. At that time, some people were killed as a rebel because they wore a tunic and used an ink pen, making it look like a "Boxer". After three or four get 12, there is no artillery party, which is really not a slander.

The "foreign flavor" of the returned overseas Chinese is naturally the heaviest, and they are naturally killed extremely badly.

Many of them are outstanding young people sent to China by Zhigongtang and Anliangtang, and this time they have formed a blood feud with Lin Beijiao, thinking that the gang in China betrayed the last wish of the double-flowered red stick. They didn't even want to hang the red flag in the blue sky and white day, so that the Zhi Gong Party would hit it off with that later.

This kind of political struggle is quite reliable. Some of the reasons for community fights are simply hilarious. For example, the leader of a certain club is surnamed Guan, so he thinks that another club led by the surname Zhou should listen to him. Because Zhou Cang is the follower who carries the knife for Guan Yu. The two families fought.

The most shameful and most likely to cause "fighting" is the scum among the Chinese, who are willing to be the "outings" of foreigners. They specialize in colluding with the police and hooligans in the United States to entrap their own compatriots.

A common way is to force the owners of Chinese shops to transfer their properties to them at a low price, and if they are unwilling, then use the local health, taxation, fire and other departments to force these small businesses to comply.

The foundation of some Chinese passports is not very clean, so "Chufan" joined forces with the immigration bureau to squeeze these compatriots.

At the beginning of the 20 th century, there were no less than 60 fights between the large and small halls, and more than 200 Chinese died in the area of New York in the eastern United States, more than 100 in the vicinity of Los Angeles in the western United States, and more than 20 people who were arrested by the Americans and sentenced to death.

"Neo, why don't you get out of the car then?" Mr. McCall asked curiously.

Yuan Yanqian also said strangely: "John, with my current identity, I still open the door and get out of the car by myself?" ”

"Hmm......" The little fat man was stunned when he heard this, and the two stared at the little eye for a while. In the end, John gritted his teeth and got out of the car to open the door for Neo.

Mr. Lawyer, who was unwilling, whispered in his ear, "Neo, you owe me once!" ”

"The waves are running, the waves are flowing, the waves and rivers will never stop......"

It's a pity that Master Yuan's ears are ringing with such BGM, and he didn't hear his lawyer's complaints clearly.

Actually, he is still complaining in his heart at the moment, it is obviously Ala Hai Ning's thing, why is Guangdong Ning making a film.

That's why I hate listening to Cantonese the most!