There are many clubs in San Francisco's Chinatown, but the largest is an overseas branch of HM, ZGT.

The ZGT is huge, with more than 4,500 members.

They have a near monopoly on the exchange of interests within Chinatown.

But the Chinese community has always had a few problems.

One is the nest, and the other is that the division between the various halls is very serious.

Since the death of a famous boss in the main hall, the people below feel that they can do it again.

So all sorts of branches popped up one after another.

Their living space is confined to Chinatown.

Therefore, the amount of land that can be obtained is limited, and the benefits that can be obtained are also limited.

Where there is a competition of interests, there is gang strife, and the various halls often join forces and confront each other.

Naturally, there are frequent fights and killings, and it is not uncommon for them to lose their heads with fewer arms.

The business they focus on is also full of pornography, gambling and drugs, and the phenomenon of thug organization and extortion can be said to be ubiquitous.

The San Francisco police have always turned a blind eye to this.

As long as these gangs don't make trouble in Chinatown, they don't even want to look at it.

It's better for these Chinese to kill themselves and save them from their troubles.

Citizens of San Francisco generally stay away from Chinatown.

In their eyes, this is a breeding ground for sin.

The members of the Eight Great Halls basically overlap with these societies, and even hold very important positions on both sides.

Wong has a high reputation among the Chinese in Chinatown.

Under his contact.

The owners of the three largest halls, Binggong Hall, Po Liang Hall, and Rui Duan Hall, were finally willing to come to meet the new director of the Chung Wah Association.

They heard that the new director was very rich.

On this day, the Ningyang Hall was particularly lively, and the first floor was crowded with people.

The second floor of the guild hall, Guandi Temple.

The three hall masters sat on the three Taishi chairs in front of Master Guan, one ignoring the other.

In front of each of them, a bowl of tea was placed.

The smell of tea and the smell of smoke in the house are mixed together, and there is an indescribable taste.

The little brothers of each of these three people's associations stood behind their boss's chair, and they were clearly distinguishable from each other.

Everyone's eyes stopped at Chen Jianqiu in the center of the room at this time.

Chen Jianqiu was wearing a black silk horse coat, and a stick of incense was held above his head.

He bowed three times to Master Guan, and then inserted the incense stick in his hand into the incense burner in front of him.

"Boss Chen, what's the matter with us today?"

A bald head couldn't help it and took the lead in asking.

This person's name is Zong Wenkai, he is the head of the Binggong Hall, he is from a very orthodox background, he is a ruffian hooligan on the other side of the ocean, and he joined the ZGT after coming to San Francisco, and has gathered a large number of his followers because of his courage and ruthlessness.

As soon as he entered the door just now, the young man in front of him didn't say a word, not knowing what kind of medicine was being sold in the gourd.

This upset him.

"Yes, Boss Chen, if you call us here, you won't just come to drink tea, right?"

The other dwarf also spoke.

This person is the owner of Baoliang Hall, named Zha Dongxiong, who was originally a fish seller, his appearance and name do not match, he is thin and short, and he is nicknamed "Shrimp Boy".

However, he is known for his ruthlessness, and all those who are in front of him have been killed by him in various ways, so it is his turn to be the boss.

The two hall masters spoke, and the remaining one had to speak.

A white-bearded old man stood up from his chair, and he arched his hand at Chen Jianqiu's back and said:

"Boss Chen, Yan has something important to do, if there is nothing to do, I will leave first."

Ruiduantang Yan Qingshan is the oldest among the three people, and he is also the most temperamental.

When he went up to the second floor before, he found that the new director of the Chung Wah Association was actually a young man under the age of 30, and he was already quite contemptuous.

In addition, Chen Jianqiu has not spoken.

The old man's heart was already on fire.

Who is he Yan Qingshan? Huang Yongren has to give him a little face when he comes, what kind of score do you put on a hairy boy?

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Chen Jianqiu suddenly spoke:

"Three, I'm going to open a hotel at 56 Kearney Street, but I'm not familiar with the place, so I don't know which of the three belongs to it?"

He turned, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the three hall masters.

The three of them stopped talking, and Yan Qingshan, who was about to leave, also stopped his steps and sat back in his Taishi chair.

It is not unusual to open a hotel in Chinatown, although the outside environment is not good, there are still many Chinese businessmen who travel between the oceans to do business.

However, this position is a little delicate.

It is located in the heart of Chinatown, which also happens to be at the junction of the three-person territory.

Regarding the ownership here, if it is clear, the three halls will not meet each other from time to time.

"Boss Chen, it's impartial, just ask me if you have anything." The bald Zong Wenkai raised one foot, stepped on the chair he was sitting on, and said with a big grin.

"Oh?" Chen Jianqiu looked at the bald head, "That relationship is good, and the follow-up will be for you." ”

"Smack!"

Yan Qingshan slapped the coffee table next to him.

The tea bowl on the coffee table jumped up, and the lid of the tea bowl fell to the ground with a "clang", and the tea spilled on the coffee table.

"Baldhead, when is it your turn to speak here? When did it become your cover? Did you find the ears of your bunnies who dropped them in front of the laundry? ”

Yan Qingshan was like a barrel of gunpowder, just a little bit, and scolded angrily at the bald head.

Zong Wenkai was revealed to be defeated, and immediately jumped up from his chair:

"Old thing! Last time, you yin me and drugged my people, do you dare to have a head-to-head confrontation with me this time? ”

The dwarf on the side, Zha Dongxiong, had a gloomy face, and looked coldly at the two tense opponents, without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.

The other who didn't say a word was Chen Jianqiu.

He stood with his hands in his hands, silently watching the two yelling at each other.

Soon, the quarrel between the two gradually evolved into a verbal war between the two gangs, and there was a tendency to escalate.

The younger brothers on both sides have already come face to face and started pushing each other.

"Are you going to start a war in front of Master Guan?"

Zha Dongxiong, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke: "This is Guandi Temple!" ”

This sentence made the two sides stop arguing for the time being.

"Otherwise, the two of you will make an appointment to fight, and whoever wins will occupy that piece of land." The dwarf took a sip of tea and said.

"'Shrimp Boy' makes sense, then tomorrow! I'm going to see what you bunnies can do! Yan Qingshan pointed to his bald nose and said.

"Okay, tomorrow is tomorrow! Bring your own people! Zong Wenkai was not to be outdone.

Chen Jianqiu still didn't say a word.

"By the way, Boss Chen, your hotel is so big, you should need a little goods, right?" The dwarf suddenly remembered something and asked, "Would you like to take a little from my side, my prices are the cheapest in San Francisco." ”

"I don't touch that." Chen Jianqiu said lightly, "In my hotel, that kind of thing is not allowed. ”

Hearing Chen Jianqiu's words, the three of them laughed wildly.

"Boss Chen! You're so humorous, do you really know how to do business? In Chinatown, that's the most lucrative thing! How can a restaurant in Chinatown not do this? ”

The dwarf leaned back with a smile, "You don't know that whether it's us people or those dignitaries, it's all good for this!" ”

Chen Jianqiu didn't make a sound, but turned his body around again.

The three hall masters no longer wanted to deal with this person who looked like a nerd.

This man doesn't understand anything, he really doesn't know how to make so much money.

They left with people one after another, leaving Chen Jianqiu alone in the Guandi Temple.

He looked at the solemn statue of Guan Gong, and in his heart, he had already decided the ending of those three people.

They must die! Just tomorrow.

(End of chapter)