In the United States, in San Francisco, and in New York's Chinatown, there is a special building. This building can be inconspicuous and can be located in a back alley. But in Chinatown, as long as someone asks someone, you can quickly reach that building.

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The China Guild Hall in Chinatown does not belong to any individual, but belongs to the entire Chinatown. It is managed by the most prestigious group of people in Chinatown. The merchants operating in Chinatown will pay a varying amount of money to the Guild Hall every month.

"Member dues", every year during festivals, the guild hall organizes everyone to beat gongs, encourage dragons and lions.

This is often the first stop for many Chinese who seek to survive in the United States after entering Chinatown. Both rich and poor can get free food and accommodation here. If they are willing, the association will also come forward to help find relatives and find jobs. In short, Chinatown is absolutely

Most people have been favored here. Later, when they established themselves in Chinatown, they were naturally happy to pay their dues to benefit their fellow compatriots.

In the west wing of the backyard of the Chinese Association in Chinatown, although this person is having dinner, there are no more people coming and going, greetings, and polite greetings as in the past. There are two white lights hanging on the porch of the hall, and people wearing mourning clothes enter.

White cloth and white flowers were hung at the door of each house going in and out, and the courtyard was as quiet as death.

In the sacrificial shed in the west courtyard, there is a bronze-headed lion dance on the table. Looking up, there are sacrifices and spiritual tablets on the sacrificial table with high burning white candles.

Several strong young people knelt around the memorial tablet, and the fire paper was burning in the brazier to dispel the slight chill in the courtyard at this time.

Sitting on the threshold, Zhao Niansun sucked. The iron lion in the past seemed to have suddenly changed in the past two days. He fell silent. He looked up at his father's memorial tablet and let out another long sigh.

Twenty years ago, my father was involved in a lawsuit. He had no choice but to escape and took himself to Jinshan. Later, he opened a Zhao family class in Chinatown, and then moved to Mexico. There were many Chinese in that place, but

But there is no lion dance class, and the business has been pretty good in the past few decades.

Originally, when his father was still alive, he still thought about making more money and returning home when he had saved up enough travel expenses. However, in May last year, when he took over the job in Torreon, he encountered a rebellion and the federal troops defending the city retreated outnumbered.

Later, the rebels entered Torreon.

From the beginning, the mob and rebels vented their anger on the Chinese. They poured into commercial districts where Chinese shops were concentrated, looted and destroyed the shops, chased and killed the Chinese on the streets, robbed them of valuables, and stripped them of their valuables.

They removed the clothes from the deceased and then mutilated the body.

Those wantonly looting mobs and rioters used Mexican scythes to chop the victims' bodies indiscriminately, and threw the severed heads and limbs into the street. A small group of Mexican cavalry drove to the outskirts of Torreon and took the place there.

Chinese vegetable farmers were driven to a nearby slaughterhouse, shot to death en masse on the spot, and then trampled their bodies under the hooves of horses.

If it hadn't been for the thirty or so half-year-olds in Zhao's class that day, I'm afraid...but he still got shot. After that, his body became worse and worse day by day. He finally made it to the United States, but he, he,...

In the end, my body bones still couldn’t hold on!

The big wax pole walked up to the class leader, looked at the class leader's sad face, and then said something.

"Master, the old master wanted to return to his hometown even in his dreams. Now the old master is gone. If not, let's follow the method Uncle Quan said."

As soon as the big wax pole finished speaking, Wei Laoyong, who had been silent all the time, suddenly raised his head and said sternly.

"What the hell are you talking about! When you were begging for food, the old class leader took you in. Otherwise, you would have froze to death. Now it's fine. The old class leader is dead. You don't know how to repay your kindness.

Instead, I want to sign the old class leader with the sign of an animal and send the old class leader home. Are there any apprentices like you?"

Listening to these words, Da Wax Rod felt his eyes heat up, and tears immediately flowed down.

"I, I, I don't want to either. We, we can't let Master and the old man be buried in the land of foreign devils and be alone——"

Zhao Niansun, who remained silent, took a puff of his pipe and looked at his junior brothers.

"Stop fighting, isn't it just...!"

At the end of the conversation, Zhao Niansun still swallowed it alive.

What it is, it’s just one thousand US dollars. This is the price of a foreigner’s passenger ship to transport a coffin back to the country. This price is basically the money of the Chinese in Chinatown. In the United States, only the Chinese will send the coffin back to their hometown after death.

I don’t know how many people couldn’t afford the money. In the end, they had to burn their ancestors’ bodies, put them in copper jars, and ship them home with postage. Otherwise, they would have to pay another twenty when going through customs.

US dollars.

Two thousand US dollars, if it were in the past, the Zhao family would have been able to afford it, but after Torreon escaped, the road was in chaos, and people were running around, so what kind of money would there be, if it weren't for the Chinese Association?

I was afraid that everyone in the Zhao family would starve to death in the United States.

Wisps of light from the setting sun are reflected from the sunny windows on both sides of the house door. A girl dressed in mourning clothes is sitting on a chair. The setting sun passing through the window shines on her long black silk-like hair.

On the lips, there is a faint layer of luster, which makes the skin white and transparent. The pink lips are as soft as cherry blossoms, especially the eyes, which seem to have accumulated all the spiritual energy in the world, and are as deep as a clear spring, crystal clear.

Transparent, clear and pure.

Although she was wearing a linen mourning dress, she could not hide her exquisite and convex curves, her slender waist was not full, and her tall and perky breasts rose and fell with her breathing. However, this mourning dress made her look like a

A beautiful and elegant white orchid exudes an otherworldly aura, with a transcendent beauty that makes people want to keep it as their own but dare not easily desecrate it.

Zhao Qi, who had been crying and speechless since her grandfather's death, looked up at the sunset, her eyes were bloodshot, and her face, as flawless as white jade, now looked sad.

"Why……"

Listening to the words of his father and others outside the house, Zhao Qi couldn't help but let out a long sigh. If there was no money, hey... After another long sigh, Zhao Qi held her chin in her hand and looked out the window. As a girl, she found that she really

It's very useless. Not only can't it help the family at this time, but it has become a burden to the family.

"I don't know if eldest brother can..."

Talking to herself, she once again cast her gaze on the palm-sized piece of news on the newspaper.

Taking a sip of coffee, Li Zicheng smiled and looked at this young man who barged in carelessly. This man was really interesting. He came to the restaurant to find him and opened his mouth to say one sentence.

"Please sir, lend me three thousand dollars!"

What a loud tone! But I like the energy and sincerity in him.

Looking at the young man with a simple and honest face with a smile, Li Zicheng put down the coffee cup in his hand and asked a question.

"I have the money, but the question is, you and I are strangers, why should I lend it to you!"

ah……

For a moment, Zhao Pingpu really didn't know what he should say. This was three thousand dollars.

"my life!"

Looking at the young master drinking coffee in front of him, Zhao Pingpu gritted his teeth and uttered a harsh word.

It was my younger sister who read about this man in the newspaper and wanted to find him for the wrong money. A girl came to borrow money from a stranger. How could he borrow money? Maybe he would have taken advantage of her.

In the end, after he stopped his sister, looking at the sad faces of his father and the others, he ran over. But when faced with the question asked by this gentleman, he had no idea at the moment. Apart from his own life, he seemed to have no idea at all.

Know how to answer.

"As long as you lend me three thousand dollars, my life will be yours from now on!"

"Life!"

After staring at him for a few times, Li Zicheng found that even though he was wearing a suit, his muscles held up the clothes very solidly. After pondering for a moment, Li Zicheng realized that besides Ah Si, there seemed to be only a group of foreign devils recruited by Taylor in the future.

Returning to China with a huge sum of money, and although China is not at war now, it is still experiencing social unrest. Returning to China like this is not asking for death! It seems that spending three thousand dollars to get a bodyguard is worth it.

but!

After pondering for a moment, Li Zicheng asked back.

"Give me a reason!"

"gentlemen!"

Zhao Pingpu was stunned for a while and didn't respond. The reason, what reason, why he needed the money, or why he was worth three thousand US dollars.

Just when he was stunned and didn't know how to answer, Ah Si on the side looked at this man's stupid look and immediately spoke.

"Young master, what do you want the three thousand yuan for?"

"Sir, I, I want money to send my master home, okay..."

After listening to his words, Li Zicheng understood the reason, finally nodded and gave instructions to Ah Si.

"Get him five thousand dollars!"

"Master!"

"gentlemen!"

Amidst the surprised sounds of Ah Si and Zhao Pingpu, Li Zicheng had already stood up and left the table without saying a word.

"Do your business and then come over here!"

Everyone has life, but if you open your mouth and sell it to yourself, whether you can trust this kind of person or not, it will take time to prove everything. Thousands of dollars to exchange for one person, this business is worth a try!

What's more, I really need people, otherwise when Taylor comes with people, I won't just bring a bunch of foreign devils back to China to work hard.

"Go back home!"
Chapter completed!