"Boss, where are we going now?" Li Sifu asked.

"Let's find a hotel to stay in. I'm going to walk around the neighborhood. Chen Jianqiu pointed to the back, "When I came here just now, I saw a hotel. ”

Li Sifu took the order, and with a dozen or so people behind him, he turned the horse's head and walked in the direction pointed by Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu rode a horse and slowly wandered through the streets of Chinatown.

San Francisco's Chinatown is crowded and cluttered.

People are confined to small, rudimentary spaces, trying to survive.

The living conditions of Chinese people in California have become more and more harsh since a few years ago.

Therefore, most people have to stay in Chinatown all day long, and they dare not leave this place for a single step.

Even so, it has been hit by violence several times over the past decade.

Along the way, you can occasionally see some houses that have been destroyed by fire and have not had time to rebuild, and some low shacks, which are in ruins.

Chen Jianqiu was silent all the way.

But when he rode his horse, he passed an alley next to a laundromat.

Chen Jianqiu glanced inside, then dismounted, tied the horse to the door of the laundry, and walked in.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a blue silk shirt walked out from the corner opposite the entrance of the alley and followed him into the alley.

However, in the alley, the middle-aged man did not see Chen Jianqiu's figure.

He was just about to turn and exit.

Chen Jianqiu's voice came from behind him: "Sir, you have been following me since you left the Ningyang Hall just now, may I ask, is there anything wrong with me?" ”

The middle-aged man turned his head and saw Chen Jianqiu standing at the mouth of the alley without knowing when.

Chen Jianqiu spoke very politely, his expression was as calm as water, but his movements were aggressive.

His coat was lifted open, revealing the holster around his waist and the revolver inside.

However, the middle-aged man kept staring at Chen Jianqiu's face, as if he hadn't seen enough, and his eyes were confused.

Chen Jianqiu felt that something was not quite right.

What kind of expression is this? To be reasonable, I'm not that handsome. At least not handsome enough to make a middle-aged man look at him with such eyes.

"Your surname is Chen?" The middle-aged man spoke.

"yes, what's wrong?" Chen Jianqiu looked at him suspiciously.

"Did you just come to the United States?" The middle-aged man began to get emotionally excited.

"Well, I guess so." Chen Jianqiu's mind was racing fast, and he began to calculate what was happening now.

"It won't be wrong, it won't be wrong." The middle-aged man's breathing began to rapid, and he muttered in a low voice.

"You, do you want to calm down first?" Chen Jianqiu tried to calm the middle-aged man's emotions.

Who knew that two lines of hot tears suddenly flowed out of the corners of the middle-aged man's eyes, crossed his vicissitudes of life, and flowed down his cheeks.

He knelt down with a "plop", completely ignoring his clean blue silk clothes, and slammed his head on the ground.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly understood.

The last time he saw this scene, it was when he met Zhang Danian for the first time.

"Young master!"

The middle-aged man suppressed his voice, crying with excitement, which was extremely moving.

His head slammed one after the other, each heavier than the other, and even though the ground was muddy, his head "thumped".

Chen Jianqiu stepped forward and helped the middle-aged man up from the ground without saying a word.

"Young master~" The middle-aged man still couldn't stop crying, as if the grievances and remorse for many years burst out at this moment.

Chen Jianqiu didn't mean to persuade either, he knew that these people were loyal and iron-clad.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

He just looked at the middle-aged man quietly, waited for the middle-aged man's mood to ease down a little, looked at half of his white hair, and said, "These years, I have been wronged." ”

This sentence is an almighty sentence, although he doesn't know who the name of the person in front of him is, and what the relationship is with him, but his intuition tells him that this person is useful.

The middle-aged man realized his gaffe, he hurriedly wiped away his tears with his sleeve, lowered his body and said to Chen Jianqiu: "Young master, this is not the place to speak, please come with me." ”

Chen Jianqiu led the horse and followed the middle-aged man to the door of a house near the port.

This house, compared to the surrounding ones, is much bigger and much more decent.

There was a sign hanging on it: Chinese Mutual Aid Association.

It is not marked in English.

The middle-aged man opened the door and walked in with Chen Jianqiu.

There were a lot of people coming and going on the first floor, but most of them were dressed and looked like dock workers, all looking for a guy at the door, leading something.

Seeing the middle-aged man coming over, they also got out of the way and saluted him:

"Hello Grandpa!"

"Hello Uncle Huang!"

The middle-aged man didn't say a word, took Chen Jianqiu through the crowd, directly opened a door in the middle, and walked in.

After Chen Jianqiu came in, the middle-aged man closed the door, turned to Chen Jianqiu, and wanted to bow again, but was gently supported by Chen Jianqiu, and he couldn't worship anymore.

He had no choice but to clench his fists and arch his hands:

"TPJ Chief Huang Qingyun, meet the young master!"

Chen Jianqiu nodded.

The two of them each found a stool and sat down.

"Why are you here?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"It's a long story." Huang Qingyun, who was full of silver hair, sighed, "After the defeat, all the way to the south, I was originally from Xinning, Guangdong, and originally planned to return to my hometown incognito, but those gentry have already burned down my home, and I have no choice but to go into exile overseas." ”

"The King of England died a terrible death." Huang Qingyun let out a long sigh, "It's all because of us people who don't have the ability." ”

Chen Jianqiu doesn't have much affection for the British king, because he doesn't even have a memory of him.

Therefore, for Huang Qingyun's Qi Ran, he could only respond with silence.

"After I came here, I began to hide my name and change my name to Huang Aqi, but the name was changed, but the accent could not be changed, so I begged for a living at the dock with a group of fellow villagers." Huang Qingyun said.

"Why do you have to be at the dock when the income is not higher in other places?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Don't hide it from the young master, I'm at the dock, just for multiple opportunities, to see if I can collect some of the old departments that TPJ came to flee, most of them have changed their names and hidden their surnames, but most of the incisions will not change." Huang Qingyun touched the back of his bare head,

"And most of them will have various reasons not to keep their hair braided."

"By the way, how do you know that I just recently came to the United States?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly remembered and asked.

At the mention of this, Huang Qingyun, who had already calmed down, suddenly jumped up from his chair: "This matter is unusually strange! ”

"How?" Chen Jianqiu became interested.

"A year ago, I received news that the whereabouts of you and your teacher had been leaked due to the sharp turn of the situation over there, so I planned to send you here, young master."

"However, I waited for a long time, but I didn't wait for you, I only waited for your senior brother." Huang Qingyun looked at Chen Jianqiu, "By the way, did you see your senior brother today?" He should be in the guild hall today. ”

Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

He was completely confused now, because his memories were all fragments, and he couldn't connect at all.

"Alright, let's not talk about that." Chen Jianqiu interrupted the topic, he knew that if he continued to talk, maybe his hallucinations would appear again.

"You founded this 'Chinese Mutual Aid Association'?" He looked at the office.

Basic, but neat.

"Well, thanks to the brothers, they are all begging for a living on the docks, and the core members are the veterans of the TPJ, and their descendants; Others, too, must abide by the rules of the guild. Huang Qingyun took out a thick stack of rosters from the drawer and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu took the roster and didn't rush to look through it, but put it aside first:

"Uncle Huang, I have something to discuss with you first."

It took half a day to unblock

(End of chapter)