A brand-new Rolls-Royce drove cautiously into the small alley on the north side of New York Street. The bumpy road and the piles of debris on both sides made the driver frightened.
I am very energetic and afraid of bumping into each other.
In the corner of the alley.
Several black guys who were huddled in the shelter to warm themselves by the fire heard the noise and immediately looked over. One of them touched his palm to his bulging waist, his eyes flashing with eager greed.
Those who can afford to drive a Rolls-Royce must be rich people. If they do this, they may be able to survive this winter.
"Crunch!"
At this moment, the car stopped in front of the Blue Oak Newspaper Office.
"Fake!"
"Shet!"
"Why!"
Several black guys sighed for a while, and the little black guy also put away his hands on his waist in disappointment, and retracted his hands to continue warming himself by the fire.
They couldn't afford to offend the boss of that newspaper. Some of the guys had been picked up by the FBI for robbing their employees, and they were beaten to death in front of them.
"Whoosh!"
The door of the Rolls-Royce opened slowly, and Chu Heng, whose handsome face turned into a donkey's face, got out of the car, followed by Cen Hao, who had a brick in his arms, and walked toward the door of the newspaper office aggressively.
A few moments.
The two walked into the newspaper office. It was very busy inside, with employees walking in a hurry and the phones ringing one after another.
Chu Heng looked around, grabbed the guy who had just passed by him as a tour guide, and asked: "Man, is Chrissy here?"
"Ah, Mr. Chu... is here, in the office inside." The younger brother glanced at him, who had a strange expression on his face, and quickly pointed to an office at the end of the corridor.
"You bastard is so courageous. You dare to stay here at this time!" Chu Heng, who had wanted to smash the newspaper office, showed a look of disappointment on his face. He immediately let go of his brother and strode to the door of the office. He raised his leg and struck hard.
He kicked hard on the old wooden door.
"Bang!"
The door opened in response, and Chrissy, who was wearing protective gear and a hockey helmet on his head, was sitting behind the desk in the back with fear, and there were four big men with big muscles and round waists closely guarding him.
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This is the result of Chrissy's careful consideration.
He and Chu Heng will cooperate in the future, so there is no way to avoid this beating. Even if he escapes the first grade of junior high school, there will still be fifteenth grade waiting for him.
Faced with this situation of extending his head and slashing his head, Yagui suddenly changed his mind and hired four big men to come over. However, the purpose was not to protect him, but to give the Chu Heng brothers a good beating first.
Calm down your anger, and then be gentler when it's his turn.
"Chu, can we sit down and talk calmly?"
Looking at Chu Heng, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, Chrissy asked with a westward expression.
"Oh, just these few pieces of rotten garlic?"
Chu Heng looked at the four burly men, smiled disdainfully, then took a step back, exited the office, turned around and leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
"Whoosh!"
Without any instructions from him, Cen Hao just ducked and rushed in like a leopard. Then he heard the sounds of fighting and loud screams coming from inside.
Less than a minute later, the sound inside stopped.
Chu Heng, who had just taken a few puffs of cigarette, wiped himself out and appeared at the door again. He looked at the four strong men lying on the ground with their heads broken and bleeding and wailing. He then looked at the four strong men who were carrying a block and turned around to stand next to Chrissy, stroking his hands.
Cen Hao, who was in the position, smiled with satisfaction.
Do you really think that I, the imperial guard with a sword, was raised in vain?
"Chu, do you think this is good?"
Looking at Chu Heng walking in, Chrissy panicked and said quickly: "How about I give you half of the money I earned this time?"
"Share your mother's head!"
Chu Heng roared and rushed forward, grabbed a stool in the room and greeted him.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Ouch, ouch..."
After fighting for more than ten minutes, Chu Heng, who was relieved of his anger, shook his sore wrist and left the newspaper office with Cen Hao.
In the office, Chrissy, who had been beaten into a pig's head, groaned and checked his physical condition. After confirming that it was nothing serious, just a little skin injury, he wiped the nosebleed and grinned stupidly.
After receiving this beating, he earned 150,000 dollars, which was really worth it!
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The emergence of Chinatown in Washington can be traced back to 1851.
At first, only a small number of Chinese lived here. Later, as more and more Chinese immigrants settled here, and the German residents who originally lived here basically moved to the suburbs, this place truly became a Chinatown.
At around ten o'clock in the morning, Chu Heng, who had finished beating Chrissy and had lost his temper, arrived here by car.
Looking at the signboards with Chinese and English characters hanging on the streets, the yellow faces, and listening to the voices in English mixed with Chinese, Chu Heng felt very friendly.
"Let's go, let's go shopping first."
After parking the car, Chu Heng happily took the driver and Cen Hao for a stroll on the street. When he came across a shop he was interested in, he would go in and have a look. Sometimes he would go shopping with some old people who had not yet become banana people.
Have a few words.
After walking around and chatting around for a long time, he got to know this small Chinatown. He knew which restaurant made delicious food and which restaurant was good at cheating the compatriots. At the same time, he also found the only bathhouse in the entire Chinatown.
The name of the bathhouse is Lao Zhang Bathhouse, which seems very foreign to foreigners. The place is not big, but there are many guests, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.
Standing in front of the door and smelling the damp smell wafting from the bathhouse, Chu Heng felt like he was at home.
Sure enough, for a man with a lot of money in his pocket, the end of the universe is the bathing center.
"Eat first, and take a bath later."
Chu Heng touched his somewhat empty belly, then turned around and took Cen Hao and the others to a Chinese restaurant called Guangfeng Lou in Chinatown.
He had already found out from people that the owner of this restaurant is named Mo Darong, whose ancestral home is Qilu. However, the restaurant specializes in Cantonese cuisine, and its specialty is roast goose. It is so authentic that not only the neighbors, but also some foreigners are raising eyebrows
Brother Thumb.
When Chu Heng and others came over, the lobby with more than thirty tables was already half full, most of them Chinese, and there were only two tables for foreigners.
Under the waiter's greeting, the three of them found an empty seat and sat down. First they ordered roast goose, then fried beef offal, dry-fried beef river, and steamed pork ribs with black bean sauce.
Finally taking a satisfying bite, Chu Heng and Cen Hao, who had been chewing steak recently, almost swallowed their tongues.
However, the foreigner driver didn't seem to like these dishes very much and stopped eating them after a few bites.
Chu Heng didn't care about him, and he and Cen Hao quickly wiped out the food on the table, then paid the money and left.
Then he asked the driver if he wanted to take a bath with him. When he learned that a group of people would bathe in a pool, the driver immediately declined politely and went back to the car to wait for them.
"Won't enjoy it at all."
Chu Heng frowned at the driver who was walking away, and led Cen Hao to the bathhouse not far away.
