Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and it is in response to the sentence: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi." ”

Chinatown has undergone a seismic change, with a sign of a company called Deep Space Manufacturing hanging in an antique five-story attic, and a steady stream of white people coming and going in the lobby of the company is filled with freshly made Shenkong cars and bicycles, picking up their favorite goods.

At this time, Chinatown has been renovated, the blocks are all asphalt roads, there are public toilets, garbage is neatly placed on the street corners, one by one wearing uniform and wearing red hoops on the arms of Asian middle-aged and elderly people are constantly paraded on the road to maintain law and order and hygiene, an Asian woman wearing a standard women's dress, guide visitors here, and guide them how to find their goals in Chinatown.

The entire Chinatown buildings have been renovated, all of which are three- or four-story Chinese-style buildings, full of Chinese style, and have become one of the most prosperous neighborhoods in New York, but the entire Chinatown land is controlled by a Chinese bigwig, who is Yan Qiusheng.

In an office made in deep space, a group of Huaxia people gathered here and waited for Yan Qiusheng, who was sipping tea, for his reply.

"I once said that deep space manufacturing will not be listed, and he will not be listed." Yan Qiusheng, who was nearly forty years old, put down the teacup, looked at everyone with soft eyes but firmly, and said.

"Qiusheng, now that the stock market is so prosperous, as long as you invest money in it, you can make a lot of money, especially a big company like deep space manufacturing once it is listed a thousand times more than a problem!" A middle-aged man said.

Yan Qiusheng looked at the Hongmen boss and said lightly: "Uncle Yunsheng, the stock market seems to be active, but it is actually a hidden murderous motive. ”

"Hmph, I think it's just a turtle looking at the blue sky and shrinking its head." Xiao Yunsheng accused, and as soon as the words came out, several people around him stood up and looked at him angrily.

"Uncle Yun Sheng, our strong dragon doesn't suppress the head snake, I feed 5,000 villagers in this Chinatown, if I am not careful, I will be eaten clean by the white people." Yan Qiusheng said gently.

"I think you're just cowardly, let's go!" Xiao Yunsheng stood up and left Yan Qiusheng's office.

"Boss Yan, they are too arrogant!" A strong man said angrily.

"The stall is big, there are more people who want to reach out, tell the people below to buy stocks, but once you lose to the end, don't blame me for not reminding." Xiao Yunsheng's face became majestic and said.

"Yes, Boss!" The hearts of the people around him were shocked, and they all said respectfully.

At this time, a young man ran over and said, "Boss, someone has attacked the young master. ”

"What!" Everyone in the room stood up, their eyes showing murderous expression.

At this time, Yan Huangchen, who had just returned home from high school in the United States, was blocked in an alley by a group of white people.

“Running，Running，Running，Yellow Monkey！” A white man walked out and looked at Yan Huangchen with a fierce gaze and said.

"Six people, four executors, two are in the wind......" Yan Huangchen looked at the approaching white people on both sides and said lightly: "Lobsters and squid, they are handed over to you." ”

Before the words were finished, an Asian man appeared at the mouth of the alley, pulled out a silent pistol, and with a single shot, several white people fell to the ground, and the two who were watching from a distance saw that they were not good and left.

"Let's go? Can you go? Yan Huangchen sneered.

The two white men had not taken a few steps when they suddenly collapsed to the ground with numbness, and a woman came out of the corner and put away the silent pistol in her hand at the same time. Soon three Fords arrived, threw a couple of white men into it, and drove away.

In the evening, the frenzied stock market day is over, and people are excited to talk about how many times their assets have multiplied, and excitedly come to the deep space water bar in Chinatown for a drink. It sells a variety of beverages, many of which are new types of soft drinks and cocktails developed in deep space, all of which are patented.

"Donaldson, you're here again, why did you make a lot of money today?" The Chinese shopkeeper asked as he gave him a glass of orange juice.

"Li, don't drink this today, give me that." Donaldson opened his suit and whispered.

"We're in a legitimate business, and we don't have illegal items." Shopkeeper Li shook his head.

"Give." Donaldson gestured as he placed a bottle cap on the table.

The shopkeeper tapped lightly on the table, and in a moment an Asian woman took Donaldson away and led him to a basement that was large and high, where many white people danced, and soon someone handed over a bottle of beer. Donaldson drank excitedly, feeling like he was falling into a cloud. Yes, during this period, alcohol was banned in the United States, but drugs such as marijuana were banned.

From 0:00 a.m. on January 17, 1920, the 18th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, the Prohibition Act (also known as the "Volstein Act"), came into effect. Under this law, it is illegal to manufacture, sell or even transport beverages with an alcohol content of more than 0.5%. It's not illegal to drink at home, but it's illegal to drink with friends or hold a drinking party, which carries a maximum fine of $1,000 and six months in prison, which is worse than drug trafficking and is likely to go to jail.

In addition to the obvious accident, the Deep Space Group also has an illegal business, that is, the wine industry, which is very large and controls almost all the underground wineries in the eastern region, but due to the unbelievable food source channels, the police can't catch it at all.

In the evening, next to the deep space manufacturing headquarters in Chinatown, there is a duplex villa that combines Chinese and Western, and Yan Qiusheng's family lives here. The originally majestic Boss Yan immediately became a humble middle-aged man when he returned home, he kept reporting the situation of the company to his eldest son, and his five-year-old twin daughters were eating under the care of Zhiqiu, accustomed to looking at the scene in front of him.

"Already bought all the stocks?" Yan Huangchen asked.

"Some properties have been pledged to exchange funds to buy stocks." Yan Qiusheng said.

"It's the end of September now, remember to sell all the shares tomorrow, withdraw the funds, and get ready for the acquisition." Yan Huangchen commanded.

"No need to wait?" Yan Qiusheng asked.

"The Great Recession is coming, we have reached maximum profitability, and the next two or three years will be a great time for us to grow and grow." Yan Huangchen said calmly but firmly.

"I'll do it tomorrow!" Yan Qiusheng nodded and agreed, he was very used to being commanded by his son for so many years.

"Boss, how much can you earn this time?" Zhiqiu asked.

"About a billion billion." Yan Huangchen replied calmly. Zhiqiu's hand shook violently, and she suddenly sprinkled a spoonful of porridge on her second son. Yan Qiusheng also sighed, and then sighed: "The most successful thing in my life is to give birth to a son." ”

Both of them remember the miserable and inhumane three years, in addition to work, they have been forced by Yan Huangchen to study and study again, and their son Jackie Chan completely fell and became Jackie Chan. According to Yan Huangchen's words: "I want to be a rich second generation, so you two should work hard." "A Chinese-American business group has grown up in this unreliable environment.

"That group of people is unwilling, you don't have bodyguards, that's their biggest target." Yan Qiusheng said.

"Life always needs some excitement, and it won't take a few days, and when the economy collapses, they can only come to be the little brother." Yan Huangchen said indifferently, "Of course, if they want to play black, I'm already hungry and thirsty." ”

Yan Qiusheng shuddered when he heard this, he knew that all the captured enemies who passed in front of his son were like a different person, loyal to their Deep Space Group, and constantly doing things for them or secretly sons.

Yan Huangchen touched the treasure jade hanging around his neck and thought to himself: this time he encountered an unprecedented problem in creating the world - he couldn't connect to the dust world, and he felt that the entire dust world seemed to be frozen. Although his body is compressed in the subspace inside the body, the subspace exists in his brain, and he can constantly transform this world-recognized body, and in ten years he has developed a certain Abil characteristic, which can easily absorb and manipulate other people's souls, enhance his own abilities, and can also connect to the subspace and access the things inside. This time, he stored a huge amount of food, ingredients, spices, and gold in the subspace, and did not carry any clones.

"It's not too good, it's not too bad." Yan Huangchen said secretly, he held the jade that accompanied him, "Dear, now is not the time to let you out." ”

On October 29, 1929, Yan Qiusheng and Yan Huangchen came to the Wall Street stock exchange to supervise the completion of the last large transaction, and there were people around them who kept looking at the two yellow people with a speculative look.

At this time, a white man ran up to them and whispered, "President, the last transaction has just been completed." ”

Yan Qiusheng nodded slightly, and began to look at the market index, his eyes were curious, it was hard for him to imagine that a good story would have a shocking reversal, and the market would rise again after a short shock. A voice sounded in Yan Qiusheng's mind: "Dad, if you don't want to be the target of venting, just leave!" ”

Yan Qiusheng glanced at Yan Huangchen and pulled him out of the exchange immediately, and as soon as he stepped out of the gate of the exchange, a crazy shout came from the entire exchange:

"Fell? How did it fall? ”

"No way, it must be April Fool's Day!"

"Has God forsaken us?"

At this time, no one paid attention to them, and countless people kept rushing into the exchange.

"Fault, fault!" There were people shouting constantly, and it seemed that people were much calmer.

"The best liar in the world is himself." Yan Huangchen muttered, and when he saw Yan Qiusheng, he paused and continued, "In the next three days, you will see hell. ”

The next day, a Wall Street gunshot unveils a brutal picture of floating corpses, and a stockholder's desperation pierces his brain, spilling blood in this place that smells of money.

On the third day, people jumped off the building, and from time to time I saw people falling from the sky, making contact with the ground and turning into a puddle of flesh.

Walking on the bloody Wall Street Avenue, Yan Qiusheng looked a little unbearable, and he couldn't help but say, "Da'er, why do I think this money is stained with blood?" ”

"How many of us bought stocks?" Yan Huangchen didn't answer, and asked in silence.

"There aren't many people who have money left." Yan Qiusheng said slowly.

"That's a lot, it's not blood, it's greed and paying for it." Yan Huangchen said with emotion.

At this time, a tall white man stumbled up to them, dressed in a shabby trench coat and a patched top hat, with a vicissitudes of life, Yan Huangchen looked a little familiar. At this time, the white man took out a bloody revolver and aimed it at himself, and Yan Qiusheng quickly snatched his pistol, startling the white man in front of him.

"Sir, why did you snatch my pistol!" The white man asked in a wooden tone.

"There is hope when people live! There are too many people dying today, and enough is enough. Yan Qiusheng roared.

"Uncle, no matter what happens, if you die, there will really be nothing!" Yan Huangchen persuaded.

The white man slowed down and said with a wry smile, "Thank you, my name is Wright. Steve, who was brought in by a friend this morning to earn a sum of money for his medical bills, turned out to be nothing! ”

"O sad man!" Yan Huangchen said secretly, and then asked, "Is your wife sick?" ”

"My wife has just passed away, and I have only one son left, who is only nine years old this year, but he is sick." Uncle Wright said sadly.

Yan Huangchen suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and immediately spoke: "Take the liberty of asking, your son's name is ......"

"Poor little fellow, his name is Steve, Steve. Rogers. The white man, who was in a somewhat confused mood, answered all questions.

“………… That's how the creator god treats, right? ”