In the early days, Chinatown was called Greater China Street.

It is really the era of China's strongest students is the Tang Dynasty.

But Zhao Chuanxin looked at the big braids all over the street, and had a relationship with the fucking Tang Dynasty?

If Li Shimin is alive and sees the Chinese become this bird-like, I am afraid that he will be angry to death!

Zhao Chuanxin called Yu Wenxuan and said to him: "Since there are no police in Chinatown for the time being, you can go to the police station, stand up, and manage order here." Look at the guns, ammunition and corpses that the dead American soldiers didn't have time to take away are all packed up and put their weapons together. Then, let your men go down and count which people's houses were damaged, and report to me how much they lost. ”

Yu Wenxuan no longer had the same arrogance as he did at the beginning, and nodded like a pug: "Okay, okay, do you have any other instructions?" ”

"Not for the time being, go and do things first, I'll wait for you at the police station."

Zhao Chuanxin really went to the police station.

There is a staircase in the police station, which is quite high. He went up the stairs and said to the restaurateur opposite, "Serve me four dishes and a soup, and then rice or steamed buns." Oh, by the way, don't think about poisoning me or anything, I'll kill your whole family before poisoning me! ”

Where did the boss dare to poison?

His face turned pale and said, "No, no, I'll send it to you in a while." ”

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the boss to call the guy over with food.

Zhao Chuanxin was also really hungry and devoured it.

The guy next to him didn't leave, waiting to serve.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped his mouth after eating, and threw out a few silver dollars: "Take it back to your boss, I don't eat white food." ”

In the face of this killer, the guy showed the most sincere smile in his life, picked up the silver dollar and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and ran away with a cigarette.

Not long after, Yu Wenxuan came back with some rifles.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Put it on the weapon rack over there." How's that, are the loss statistics out? ”

"My people do it."

"Speak Mandarin."

"Doing it."

It didn't take long for the losses of each family to come out.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it, added it next to each other on the paper, and finally took out a bag of silver dollars and handed it to Yu Wenxuan: "Send it door to door." If there are relatives of the deceased, they shall be compensated with two hundred silver dollars. If you don't have relatives and only friends, then don't give it. Don't think about corruption, there are ways to make money. ”

Yu Wenxuan hurriedly said: "That won't, that won't." ”

Sure enough, when the house is damaged, or the family dies, I heard that there is compensation, and it is the money from the killer, and I can't help but be grateful to Dade.

It is not enough to blindly show grace and prestige, but to give grace and power.

Although I don't want to admit it, humans are really a very cheap race. Not one country, it's all mankind!

The allusion to the morning and evening is not actually about monkeys, but about people.

Zhao Chuanxin took out more than a dozen revolvers: "Equip these guns with your subordinates, how can the manager be without weapons?" What kind of system does it become to carry an axe, a knife and fork every day? ”

Yu Wenxuan was overjoyed, this time it was really a shotgun change.

With this batch of weapons, he can walk sideways in Chinatown.

Zhao Chuanxin saw his expression and probably knew what he was thinking: "The pattern is open, don't always stare at this acre and three points of land." When the Chinese are bullied overseas, don't they know how to resist? You're here to keep a house, and I'm going to make a lot of trouble in the western United States, so I'm going to have to let Roosevelt relent. The old boy loves to pretend to be forced, and I, Zhao Chuanxin, hate people who pretend to be forced. ”

Yu Wenxuan said: "In the past, Wang Qingfu led everyone to fight for the interests of the Chinese community, but after Wang Qingfu's death, there was no backbone here. ”

Wang Qingfu also knows a little about Zhao Chuanxin.

This person is actually very contradictory, he was excluded by the Qing court, and when he came to the United States, he was an outsider and was not treated by foreigners, so he lost his position. Looking at his whole life, he is just looking for his own position.

In addition to this person, there is another person who brought back the poor living conditions of overseas Chinese to China, which caused a wave of boycotts of American goods, and that is Liang Qichao.

For Liang Qichao, Zhao Chuanxin still admires it.

He said, "You can take care of this place, and don't think that you will be a good man if you have a weapon." I think the Chinese community should be self-governing and the management should not be exploitative. If you want to develop and grow in the future, hurry up and wash your name. ”

I don't know if Yu Wenxuan listened to it, but nodded blindly: "Yes, yes, I know." ”

Zhao Chuanxin didn't stay here for long, went to see Zhang Zehui and the others, and was ready to leave.

Zhang Zehui asked pitifully: "Big brother, don't you care about us?" ”

"Anyway, we have to go back to China together." Zhang Chuanxin touched her little head: "I'll do something, let's leave when we're done." Don't cut the hair of this head, just keep it like that, and when the hair grows, I'll give you a new hairstyle. ”

In fact, the Chinese are out of place with the locals in the United States, largely because they have to wear robes and rat-tails, and they can't keep up with the trend in the United States.

He bought a horse and rode out of Chinatown.

Many of the people here watched him leave.

At this time, San Francisco already had a modern urban style and was thriving.

Zhao Chuanxin rode a horse and walked casually on the street.

He wanted to know how the people, the police, and the army would react when the Chinese appeared outside Chinatown at this time.

Sure enough, he was dressed in bright clothes, rode a tall horse, and his distinctly Chinese face attracted attention wherever he went.

An old white man wrapped in an apron spat on the ground: "Go back to Chinatown!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out his gun, bang!

The old head has an extra bullet hole.

Crashed to the ground.

The crowd in the street was in an uproar.

In a few moments, a policeman ran towards him in the distance.

They were all on horseback.

The western United States benefited from the development of the western part of the United States, and there are many horses here.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and lit it, waited unhurriedly for them to reach the firing range, took out the Madsen machine gun and began to fire.

Even people and horses burst out with clouds of blood!

It's not that he rises up to kill people, but all those who look at the Chinese with a discriminatory gaze, one counts as one, and as long as there is a massacre or smashing of the Chinese, they will definitely have a part.

Killing will never wrong a good person!

Before these policemen were ready, they were wiped out!

Zhao Chuanxin laughed and said loudly: "Listen to me, in the future, anyone who dares to slaughter Chinese, or smash Chinese shops, will be killed!" Tell the officials here to call Big Roosevelt and ask him to repeal the Chinese Exclusion Act. Otherwise, I'll fight from west to east! ”

After saying that, he beat the horse and continued to run.

Ahead, a restaurant owner came out with a rifle, ready to shoot at Zhao Chuanxin.

Bang!

Zhao Chuanxin's bullet came first.

He swaggered forward like this, and no one dared to stop him.

In the evening, the state police came to investigate.

"What does that Chinese look like?"

"He had a thick but well-trimmed beard, and although he didn't get off the horse, he should be tall, 6 feet 1 inch, about 180-190 pounds, wearing a long black tweed coat, wearing a cowboy hat, his hair was different from other Chinese, and he looked very handsome. No braids, medium hair, and unshaved hair at the front. He doesn't speak English very fluently and has a southern accent. As long as he discriminates against the Chinese, he will shoot them directly. He said let's tell the local officials and have them call President Roosevelt and ask him to repeal the Chinese Exclusion Act......"

State Police: "......"

Mr. Zhao would not have understood how his Chinese-style English could be treated with a southern accent.

He had left the city and set up an ambush on the way to San Francisco by Nevada troops.

Because he found the Yankees who went there to ventilate the news.

Sure enough, the next day, a team of state police came in a hurry.

Halfway through, they were ambushed by gunmen who were lying in ambush behind a boulder......