Lower and middle Manhattan, Daffodil Cafe.

Zhou Yu sat at the back of the window, ordered a cup of coffee, and had a newspaper in his hand, and took a sip from time to time in the process of reading carefully.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, and he seemed to be waiting for a message.

At this time, the door of the café was pushed open, the wind chimes hanging at the door jingled, and a beautiful and hurried figure walked quickly to sit opposite Zhou Yu.

"Mr. Zhou, is the big news you said coming soon?"

The person who came was the female reporter Rosa Christine, who was also looking forward to it at the moment, and reached out and gently patted the camera hanging on her chest.

"Yes, it's almost time to start, so get ready to get first-hand coverage, because in the next few days, the whole of Chinatown, or the whole of Lower Manhattan, will be in the spotlight of New York."

"Really? Mr. Zhou, you are really my great nobleman! If I can win a Pulitzer Prize this time, I'll ...... I'll just ......"

Rosa looked left and right, and then touched her pocket, she really didn't seem to have anything to thank the gentleman in front of her.

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and the corners of her mouth turned up: "If I win the Pulitzer Prize for this, I will give you a kiss~"

Zhou Yu, who was reading the newspaper and drinking coffee, almost squirted out the coffee in his mouth, frowned and looked up at the energetic beautiful girl reporter opposite, and said with a wry smile: "Miss Rosa, why don't we have something more affordable, just invite me to drink coffee." ”

"No problem~!"

As if the plan had succeeded, Rosa snapped her fingers without caring about the image of the lady.

Zhou Yu shook his head, smiled and picked up the coffee cup, but as soon as his hand was halfway raised, he hesitated for a moment and put the cup back on the table.

He turned the newspaper in one direction, pointed to the column written by the other party, and said:

"This poll is not at all surprising to me, 80% of the people feel that Chinatown is a destabilizing factor that hides dirt and dirt and affects social stability and order, which is a bit high.

"But what is gratifying is that 10 percent of the people have good intentions towards us, and they can see the hardships of the life of the Chinese people at the bottom.

"And the other 10 percent are the more radical national chauvinists, which can be excluded, no matter how good and diligent you are, as long as your skin color and language are different from theirs, they will become the target of their attacks, rejection, and insults."

Rosa raised a question in the original column, which attracted widespread attention and votes from the New York people, and Zhou Yu also used the results of this vote to strengthen his determination to renovate Chinatown in the future.

Rosa bit her lip and said with a rather deflated expression: "Yes, I didn't expect so many New Yorkers to think that Chinatown is a factor of instability, and some people even moved out the bill proposed by the radicals in the last parliament to renovate the park......

"But the beginning of the founding of the Federal Government of the New World was made up of a multi-ethnic and multi-racial group of people, I don't know where they got these superiority feelings? If there is an outsider, for the Indians, all of us are outsiders. ”

Zhou Yu glanced at Rosa with a little surprise, but he didn't expect this girl to see through it.

"If everyone could think like you, the world would be peaceful."

Just as the two of them sighed, the door of the café was pushed open again, and the cold wind wrapped in snow foam whistled in, making the café waiters guarding the front desk shiver slightly.

This time it was Lu Xiucai who came in, he glanced around the café, and finally fixed his gaze on Zhou Yu's table, and walked over without fast or slow steps.

Seeing this, Rosa picked up her bag very interestingly, put on her scarf again, and waved her hand at Zhou Yu and said:

"I'm going to grab the best position, Mr. Zhou, the Pulitzer Prize is all up to you, and that kiss~"

Seeing that Zhou Yu's face was quite embarrassed, the young female reporter seemed to feel that she had finally gained the upper hand in the conversation with the other party, chuckled proudly, and nodded at Lu Xiucai, who was walking towards her.

Lu Xiucai watched the tall and beautiful Rosa walk out of the café, and without asking much, she sat in the seat of the former just now.

"Mr. Zhou, everything is ready, the ward over there in the hospital has begun to clear people, and the old man's condition is not as good as one minute at a time."

Zhou Yu refolded the newspaper according to the original creases, placed it in his hand, and said with a calm expression:

"Okay, inform our friends, allies, and enemies that the grand Chinatown Spring Festival Carnival is about to begin~"

Lu Xiucai nodded heavily, got up and walked out of the café, facing the last snow at the end of the Lunar New Year, and disappeared into the street.

After Lu Xiucai walked away, a man who was originally sitting in another corner of the café stood up and came to Zhou Yu, but he did not sit down.

Zhou Yu didn't raise his head, reached out and picked up the hat placed aside, and said softly: "Go back, it is inconvenient for you to be absent at this time, and after dealing with these things, you will not miss spending Chinese New Year's Eve with your family." ”

The man standing in front of him seemed to hesitate for a moment, and the ten fingers of his hands that were close to his side slowly clenched, and then slowly released, and so on several times, and finally said nothing, and also turned around and disappeared into the vast snowy street scene.

July 22, 1917 is the most important festival of the year for all Chinese ---Chinese New Year's Eve.

On this day, at 1:23 p.m., a poignant, sad, piercing cry was heard in the single ward of an upscale church hospital in Lower Manhattan.

"Grandpa---!"

"Daddy---!"

"President---!

The godfather of Chinatown in New York, the boss of An Liangtang, the president of the Chinese United Trade Union, and the big businessman Li Xiling, who once served as the security guard in Lower Manhattan, passed away.

At this moment, in the corridor of the hospital, the children and grandchildren of the Li family who were waiting outside fell to their knees, and their cries even spread to another block.

They seemed to have been prepared, and these descendants were all dressed in plain clothes, and at the moment when the news of the old man's death broke, a white silk was tied to their foreheads.

And the death of this big man will not only affect his family, but also outside the ward, Manhattan House of Commons member Rudolph Sevis, who has a good personal relationship with the old man, Manhattan District Police Commissioner Ryan Wall, Judge Warren Foster, etc., all of them are present, as well as no less than ten business and political figures in Manhattan and the surrounding areas.

"Old Man Li's soul has returned to heaven, in a sentence from his hometown, this is joy and mourning, I believe that his spirit in heaven will bless the descendants of the Li family, the blessing will be long, safe and smooth......"

Judge Warren Foster, who has intersected with various aspects of Chinatown, stood outside the hospital room and temporarily served as the presiding officer of Li Xiling's funeral committee.

However, a quarter of an hour after the news was confirmed, the doors of the headquarters of Hip Sheng Tang in Chinatown were opened, and the protégés of Hip Sheng Tang, together with helpers from New Jersey, Houston, and even Los Angeles, totaled more than 380 people.

The faces of the people of Xieshengtang were solemn, and a red cloth was tied to the joint of their left arm, and they began to surround the headquarters of Anliangtang.

At this moment, the heavy snow in the sky of New York suddenly stopped, but the heavy accumulation of dark clouds did not disperse, and even accumulated thicker and thicker, and there seemed to be rumbling thunder in the clouds by chance, like drumsticks hitting everyone's chests, suppressing the atmosphere to the extreme.