Showing hospitality for nothing is either adultery or theft.
Let alone Liu Lang, even Fan Ziran could see this.
It's a pity that the American cousin who doesn't understand Chinese Confucian culture very well doesn't know that his slightly clumsy performance has been seen through by the country bumpkins in his eyes. He thinks that he can dig a hole and bury this hateful fat man right away. The American cousin
It feels like the blood is burning.
He wanted to show his cousin that a country bumpkin will always be a country bumpkin, even a so-called hero is still a country bumpkin hero, and is not worthy of her treating him differently.
The American cousin, who was stuck in a state of self-imagination, was in a good mood and talked a lot more than usual. He introduced the two Chinese country bumpkins to San Francisco and Chinatown, the largest Chinese community here.
I have to say that my American cousin really knows the city of San Francisco very well, and coupled with his sharp tongue, he would have been a very good tour guide if he hadn't known that he had evil intentions.
San Francisco, overseas Chinese generally like to call it San Francisco. The reason why it is called San Francisco is because gold was discovered here during the gold rush in the mid-19th century. A large number of gold rushers gathered here to form this new city.
, known as Jinshan. In order to distinguish it from the new Jinshan in Australia, people named the city San Francisco.
This most important port city in California is home to people from various nationalities. Chinese Americans account for 12% of the city's total population, making it one of the largest ethnic groups. The town where they gather is known as
It is called Chinatown, and it is also the place with the highest concentration of Chinese in the entire United States.
There, they still maintain many traditional Chinese customs. For example, this February is when they celebrate the Spring Festival, and the whole town is very lively.
The place where the American cousin was going to take Liu Lang and the others was the largest and first underground boxing ring in Chinatown. It was a place that the American cousin had visited frequently during the two years he had been working here.
Of course, the American cousin would not tell Liu Lang that it was also a place controlled by the most famous Chinese tong in Chinatown. The main reason was that he was afraid of scaring Brother Lang away. If the hole was dug but the prey was scared away, it would not be in vain.
A busy day?
The American cousin boasted about the beauty of San Francisco and the liveliness of Chinatown all the way, hoping that Brother Lang would relax his vigilance and follow him to the pit.
The big hole was dug two days ago, and today, the time is finally ripe.
Entering Chinatown, which has a strong Chinese style, a few people got off the carriage and walked behind the American cousin with a lotus tongue. The streets were very lively with people, including Americans with blond hair and blue eyes, and some with black hair.
There are Chinese people with big eyes, and since they are the majority, one can’t help but feel that they have returned to China.
After wandering around for more than an hour, the four of them, led by their American cousin, approached a seemingly ordinary Chinese-style house. The two burly men in black looking at the door glanced at the leading American cousin.
, the American cousin cleverly took out a five-dollar knife and stuffed it into the hand of one of the big men. The big man nodded, and the four of them walked straight into the house.
There were quite a few people in the room. There were several large square tables placed in the smoky air. A dozen people were holding cigarettes and loudly speaking Chinese dialect with a southern accent while playing mahjong. They seemed like nothing to the four people who walked in.
One glance, not even a second glance.
The American cousin was obviously a regular customer here, so he didn't take it seriously. He just led the three of them inside and walked through the house and past the alley. A blue-grey, slightly square house appeared in front of the four of them.
The house has no front door, only a small door that can allow three people to enter and exit at the same time. From the wide open window, crazy shouts like a roaring mountain and a tsunami can be heard in the house.
Just by listening to the sound, you can tell that there is a completely different world inside.
As the four people approached, several big men in black who were patrolling outside the house turned their attention. After recognizing that it was their American cousin, a big man hurriedly entered the door. After two minutes, a burly man with long hair came into view.
A bearded man wearing Chinese-style gray trousers and a cardigan came out of the small door.
He walked directly towards the four of them. Apparently, this acquaintance, who must be his American cousin, greeted his American cousin in fluent English from a long distance away.
American-style greetings are obviously not as complicated as Chinese ones. After only a few words, Fan Ziran didn't even have time to translate. The American cousin introduced Liu Lang and others who had followed him in English. The bearded Chinese man looked Liu Lang and others up and down.
After a few glances, a smile appeared on his face, and he gave Liu Lang a fist in his arms: "I had heard that Mr. Ross would bring a few distinguished guests over to play, but I didn't expect that they were from the same clan. I have gathered here to welcome you. How many guests are there today?"
All the expenses were recorded in my account, which is considered a favor from meeting a fellow tribesman in a foreign country."
"Haha, it's easy to talk about, so I, Liu, will not be polite." Liu Tuanzuo also imitated this fellow who was obviously a member of the Jianghu and clasped his fists, and agreed unceremoniously.
One sentence will kill the conversation.
I must have met a fake Chinese. Liu Lang's attitude of "if you want to treat me to a treat, then you pay the bill" made the bearded man quite speechless. When Chinese people meet, they always have a chat mode of "I treat you, you have to push me, and in the end you pay the bill".
, how is it like this person who, when we first met...here, I'm here to treat you? Okay, then he looks like he's going to pay the bill quickly.
"Haha, brother is so funny." The bearded man's face stiffened slightly.
"I am actually a very honest person." Liu Lang smiled slightly.
Since he is so familiar with his American cousin, and he has already known that his American cousin is going to bring him and others to be slaughtered, how polite will Liu Lang be to him? Moreover, this guy looks like he has extremely solid grounding skills.
Coupled with the Chinese-style black clothes of the big men wandering around the periphery, Liu Lang could easily think of a term: gangsters.
Including the dozen or so guys who looked like they were playing mahjong but were actually thugs, Liu Lang could clearly see the shining light of knives under the square table. Once someone wanted to stab someone, the dozen or so entertainment guys would definitely pull out the table immediately.
The knife hidden underneath.
Chinese mafia gangs overseas are famous, both in the past and in the future. Ever since the Chinese came to the United States in the 19th century, they have had gangs. Of course, at first they were for self-protection. As Americans in mainstream society
It is difficult to take into account the rights and interests of Chinese people. To put it bluntly, they discriminate against these ethnic groups from backward countries.
Then the Chinese can only set up a tang for self-protection. However, this self-protection is terrible. It is so powerful that even the US government dare not take it lightly, and even dare not use armed force to solve it. Instead, it mostly tries to appease.
Thinking about it with his buttocks, Liu Lang also knows what good way can be done in a place that is covered by the Chinese gangsters in Chinatown? They are the sheep that are being slaughtered. In front of money, they will not care whether you are Chinese or not.
Human beings, especially after being corrupted by US imperial capitalism.
Just as the saying goes, San Chengshan, who obviously felt that he had been completely chatted to death that day, was not interested in continuing the conversation with the fat man who was about to give money, so he laughed dryly and led a few people into the small room.
He opened the door, called a younger brother to take a few people to the empty seats that had been reserved, and then left first.
The house doesn't look too big from the outside, but actually, the space inside is not big either...
In the middle is a more than 20-square-meter arena surrounded by a nearly three-meter-high steel fence, surrounded by auditoriums that can seat at most 200 people.
The deafening sound that was heard outside the house just now has stopped. Some of the hundreds of people sitting sparsely were smoking cigars, drinking red wine, some were chatting and laughing loudly with their companions, and some were downcast and silent.
All kinds of styles, everything.
On the stage, several young men in well-dressed jackets were cleaning the stains on the stage with buckets and mops. Judging from the faint smell of blood that could be smelled at the tip of the nose and the dark red liquid flowing out of the stage under the lights, it was clear that
It's blood.
The blood, no less than that of killing a pig, flowed into the secret trough under the stage.