After the deaths of Zong Wenkai, Yan Qingshan and Zha Dongxiong, those three halls were basically abolished.

Chen Jianqiu reintegrated them and adjusted the internal structure.

Don't touch what you shouldn't.

If I was forced to do this because of my livelihood.

Then now I, Chen Jianqiu, will give you work and give you the opportunity to make money.

As for the immortal ointment, if you can quit, the hall will help you quit, and if you can't, I'm sorry, either you will die by yourself, or please go back to the other side of the ocean.

Order in Chinatown needs to be rebuilt.

What needs to be done should be done, and what should be said should be clearly stated.

The reason why Chen Jianqiu is not the hall master is very simple.

There were only a few old men left in the main hall.

Now ZGT is actually up to him.

Just like in New Mexico, it really doesn't matter if you're not the head of the hall.

Chen Jianqiu is neither a white nor an underworld.

But he takes it all in black and white.

Chen Jianqiu's subordinates have too many industries, and they really don't have much energy to spend on them.

Chen Jianqiu needs to train a qualified agent.

This person's ability can't be bad, otherwise he won't be able to take on such a big stall, and the most important thing is to be like Hawley, and be right.

So far, though, he hasn't found anyone like that.

It's a pity that time waits for no one, Chen Jianqiu can't stay here, and there are still many things waiting for him to deal with in New Mexico.

The day before the return trip.

After sending away all the people in the hall and ZGT, Chen Jianqiu leaned back in his chair and looked out the window.

He suddenly felt a little hungry and was about to go out to find something to eat.

Chen Jianqiu put on his coat, then took out his wallet from the drawer and put it in his pocket.

"Four Blessings! Dine! He shouted out the door.

Almost instantly, Li Sifu appeared at the door of the office.

"Why do you show up so quickly every time you call for dinner?" Chen Jianqiu frowned.

"Boss, I'm not slow to show up at other times." Li Sifu replied with a hippie smile.

The two walked out of the door of the Chinese General Association.

They strolled along the street in front of the guild hall.

Because Chen Jianqiu does not appear often.

So few of the vendors and pedestrians along the way could recognize him.

However, from the words that floated in my ears from time to time, I could always hear the words "Mr. Chen".

They were talking about the new ruler of Chinatown, blowing him up to the brim.

For these, Chen Jianqiu smiled.

"Chen Kee barbecued pork?" Li Sifu raised his head and read to the plaque of a restaurant, "Boss, when did you open another restaurant?" ”

"Do you think I look like someone who can make char siu?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at Li Sifu.

But now that fate has arrived, it's better to go in and have a look.

The two walked into the restaurant.

At this time, it was a meal, and there were a lot of people in the restaurant.

Most of them are Chinese.

Only in the doorway sat a few white men, dressed in drooping clothes, gobbling up the rice in their bowls.

These people don't know how to use chopsticks, they pull directly with their hands, and they look quite unsightly.

Chen Jianqiu and Li Sifu found a table next to them and sat down.

"Are these people the reincarnation of hungry ghosts?" Li Sifu glanced at the white people obliquely, and said with a look of disdain+.

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak.

These white people don't look like decent people, and they come to the Chinese restaurants in Chinatown, I'm afraid it's not just about eating.

"Mr. Chen! Rare guests! What would you like to eat? ”

A young man's voice rang in Chen Jianqiu's ears.

He looked up and saw that it was a fellow.

However, this guy has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his figure does not look thick, but he is quite strong.

It was close to autumn at this time, and the man was still wearing a sleeveless gown, revealing his wheat-colored skin and strong arms.

A rag was on his shoulder, a kettle was in his hand, and the guy was smiling at Chen Jianqiu.

"You know me?" Chen Jianqiu looked at this guy with interest.

"The whole of Chinatown knows about you, Mr. Chen." The guy said, respectful but not disproportionate, "I'm also from the ZGT main hall, and I was there when you cleaned up those three scum that day, but in the back row." ”

"Oh~" Chen Jianqiu nodded, "Then what do you have to eat here?" ”

The guy grinned: "Look at the name of this point, of course it's barbecued pork rice." ”

He pulled the cloth from his shoulder, and as he bent down to clean the table, he said:

"Our owner's barbecued pork is handed down from our ancestors, and it is the best shoulder pork, supplemented by a secret barbecued pork sauce, marinated overnight, and grilled the next day."

"Put it on a fork, put it in the oven, bake for half an hour, take it out after the gravy drips, then spread it with a sauce made of honey, maltose, rice wine, starch, etc., and continue to bake for a few minutes, until the oil comes out."

"This tastes like a layer of fat and a layer of meat, the meat has been roasted soft, close to melting in the mouth, the skin is crispy, with a little burnt black, the taste is juicy and smooth, a little chewy, and there is some sweetness."

Listening to the guy's introduction, Li Sifu's saliva was already dripping, and he looked at Chen Jianqiu with a blank eye.

"Let's have two servings, then." Chen Jianqiu rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "The kettle is there, you go and get busy." ”

"Okay, you wait." The guy straightened up and walked towards the guests on the other side, shouting at the back kitchen as he walked, "Two portions of crispy barbecued pork rice~~"

Li Sifu lifted the kettle left by the guy on the table and poured a glass of water for Chen Jianqiu.

"This guy is a talent." Li Sifu handed the water cup to Chen Jianqiu, "If his boss's subordinates are like him, I'm afraid I won't be able to sell my food." ”

Chen Jianqiu drank boiled water and nodded in agreement.

The barbecued pork rice was quickly served.

The appearance and the guy said that the score was not bad, and the fragrance was tangy.

"Eat it while it's hot, or it'll get cold later." Chen Jianqiu handed the chopsticks to Li Sifu.

However, just as the two were tasting the barbecued pork rice in front of them, a quarrel came from the direction of the door.

It was the white guys and the other guy in the store who were arguing.

The guy was young, and he looked like he was only about eleven or twelve.

"You haven't paid for your meals yet, so you can't leave." The kid stopped the white men.

"We never pay for food in San Francisco." One of the white men shook his head and said in not very proficient Chinese, "And your food is so unpalatable!" ”

"Don't be ignorant, get out of here!" The other white man pulled the kid away.

The child was tugged, staggered a few steps, and then fell to the ground.

"Nope! You didn't give money, you can't go! The child said stubbornly.

The white-skinned rascal who pushed the man looked very unhappy, and walked over to the child, wanting to teach the little rabbit cub a lesson.

Li Sifu stood up and wanted to go over to stop him, but was held down by Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu pouted in the direction of the door.

The guy who had just wiped the table for them was already standing in front of the door:

"If you eat here, you have to pay for it, no matter who you are!" The guy said loudly.

The white men were startled at first, but when they realized that the man was the only one who had come over, they immediately looked like scoundrels.

"We don't have any money!" The white man at the head giggled and said, "What can you do with us?" ”

The man's fists clenched:

"Then don't blame me for being rude!"

"Oh? Do you hear me? This man said he was going to be polite to us! The white man laughed at his companions behind him.

The group of white men didn't go away, but they all surrounded the guy and surrounded the guy in the middle.

"Boss, aren't we really going to help?" Li Sifu looked nervously in the direction of the door.

They weren't far away, about ten paces or so.

"Those whiteskins aren't the match for that guy."

Chen Jianqiu continued to taste his barbecued pork rice.

After putting the last piece of meat in his mouth, he took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it.

And in his hand, I don't know when there was an extra porcelain spoon.