"Chinese Heroes" World, 1917.

Chinatown, New York.

There are at least 300 restaurants, small shopping malls, handicraft workshops, as well as shops, martial arts halls, medical centers, and so on.

Moreover, as one of the newly emerging 'luxury' gathering places in the country, Chinatown has almost all the world's top brand stores, such as Louis Vuitton, Tiffany, etc., as well as some equally well-known brands can be found in Chinatown.

Of course, all this does not mean that the status of the Tang people in the United States is incomparably high and respected.

On the contrary, even though Chinatown is already famous in the United States, the status of the Chinese people in the United States is still very low.

This is because around the eighties of the nineteenth century, there was a super-large-scale economic crisis in the United States, and countless whites lost their jobs in large numbers, while the Chinese were willing to endure hardships and stand hard work, and were unwilling to do other people's unwillingness to do some lowly jobs such as mines, farms, and timber mills.

Therefore, around the eighties of the nineteenth century, in the huge rice country, the life of the Chinese was countless times more nourishing than that of the whites.

As a result, the white people hated the Chinese and accused the Chinese of stealing their jobs for no reason.

As a result, the United States even passed the "Chinese Exclusion Act" to support the exclusion and persecution of Chinese by whites.

This kind of groundless accusation has continued to this day, even though the influence of Chinatown has expanded several times compared with that year, the Chinese are still oppressed and persecuted by whites.

At nightfall, the neon glows and Chinatown is bustling with people.

Nights are often the busiest time of the day here.

At this moment, many white people who are arrogant and domineering on weekdays will also be a little vicious, and the demons will generally hide in the darkness, waiting for the next opportunity to stick out their fangs.

Night.

The bustling crowd has long since dispersed, the smell of all kinds of snacks, Chinese medicine, and tea on the street has gradually disappeared, and all kinds of shops have begun to close.

Then, some young and beautiful Chinese girls and boys who drifted across the sea to the United States with their parents or elders either bid farewell to the owner of the vigil in the store or alone, and prepared to go back to their residences to rest.

Chinatown is a small place to live, and the small shops are generally not large, so they cannot provide these young boys and girls with a place to live.

Luckily, many of them rented accommodation that wasn't too far away, just two or three streets away from Chinatown.

There is also a shortcut narrow alley, from which it takes less than five minutes to get back to your accommodation.

But......

Like the shabby and dark side of countless metropolises, the alleys are devoid of street lamps and are extremely dark, except for a few physically handicapped or extremely old beggars who are willing to spend the night there.

However, instead of going two or three blocks in the pocket, many young Chinese still choose this dark shortest path.

On both sides of the dark alley are the kind of old-fashioned gray-black apartments, tall and shabby.

Whenever the wind blows, the fire ladder hanging high will make a 'squeak' sound, which makes people can't help but feel creepy.

"Brother Qiang, it's been three years since we came to the United States, right? When we finish the Chinese New Year and we have saved enough money, let's go back and get married, okay?"

A soft voice sounded, and then a girl with an average figure and a mediocre appearance, but with a gentle smile on her face, giving people a sense of sunshine, walked into the alley.

The girl's arm was holding a boy who looked a little wooden, but his eyes were extremely honest, and he was nodding his head and smiling happily at the moment.

"Well, okay, we'll get married when we go back. ”

Boys and girls are just ordinary people among hundreds of thousands of Chinese.

They left their homeland and came to the United States, working hard, hard work, just to earn more money, and then return to the motherland to marry a wife or have children.

That's their dream.

Simple.

"Shh

Suddenly, in the darkness deep in the alley, a series of whistles sounded.

And then......

The light of the lighter suddenly lit up in front of and behind the boy and girl, reflecting the faces of the white youth.

"Yo yo yo, what are you doing in such a remote place in the middle of the night?"

"Give women to the Lao Tzu?"

These white youths, each with a Marlboro in their mouths between their lips, were already surrounded from the front and back, blocking the Chinese men and women in the middle of the alley.

"Xiaofang, you...... You be careful. ”

The Chinese boy's face changed and he hurriedly protected the girl behind him.

But there were quite a few white youths, and at this moment, someone with a smile had already moved on the Chinese girl from behind, causing the girl to scream and cry.

"I ...... I'll fight with you. ”

When his girlfriend was humiliated, the Chinese boy screamed, and was about to fight hard, but he was knocked to the ground by a white young man.

"Phew! ”

Spit in the face of the Chinese boy, a few white youths cursed, and then began to untie their belts, and the laughter became louder and louder.

"Save ...... Help!"

The Chinese girl was completely desperate, and kept retreating in the alley where a lot of rain and garbage had piled up, trying to be rescued.

But......

In this dark alley, there are only a few beggars who may be too old to leave, and who can help her?!

In despair and anxiety, the Chinese girl did not think about this, like a person who had fallen into the water trying to grasp a straw, and struggled to crawl in front of a beggar lying in the garbage, covered in foul smell, and with so many faces and beards that she couldn't even see her appearance, and begged for help.

"Get out of here!"

A smiling white young man chased after the Chinese girl, grabbed her hair with his hand, and kicked the beggar fiercely.

The Chinese girl wanted to struggle, but she angered the white youth, and with a slap on her face, her pretty face immediately became red and swollen.

Xu couldn't stand such a scene, and the beggar whispered to dissuade him.

"A few little brothers, do good deeds and accumulate virtues, and ...... in the future"

“FK YOU。 ”

When a white young man saw that the beggar was speaking Mandarin, he stepped forward and slapped a brick on the beggar's head, which was directly broken into many pieces, and at the same time, the blood slowly flowed down, dyeing the beggar's gray and messy hair.

Endure!

But even so, the first thing that appeared in the beggar's heart was still the word 'forbearance'.

Until......

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