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Chapter 147 Cleaning up Chinatown

 The earlier Chinatown was called Great Chinatown.

In fact, the most prosperous era in China was the Tang Dynasty.

But Zhao Chuanxin looked at the big pigtails all over the street. Does it have anything to do with the fucking Tang Dynasty?

If Li Shimin were still alive and saw the Chinese people become like this, he would be angry to death!

Zhao Chuanxin called Yu Wenxuan and said to him: "Since there are no police in Chinatown for the time being, you should go to the police station, stand up and manage the order here. Look at the guns, ammunition and corpses that the dead US troops did not have time to take away.

Clean it up and gather the weapons. Then, let your men count the houses that were damaged and report to me the amount of damage."

Yu Wenxuan is no longer as arrogant as he was at the beginning, nodding and bending like a pug: "Okay, okay, do you have any other instructions?"

"No more for now, let's go do things first, I'll be waiting for you at the police station."

As expected, Zhao Chuanxin went to the police station.

There was a staircase in the police station, which was quite high. He climbed up the staircase and said to the restaurant owner opposite: "Give me four dishes, one soup, and rice or steamed buns. Oh, by the way, don't think about poisoning or anything like that.

I will kill your whole family before you poison me!"

How dare the boss poison him?

His face turned pale and he said: "No, no, I'll make it and send it to you in a moment."

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the boss to call the waiter to come over with food.

Zhao Chuanxin was also really hungry and wolfed down the food.

The waiter next to me hasn't left yet, waiting to be served.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished eating, he wiped his mouth and threw out a few silver coins: "Take it back to your boss, I don't eat for free."

Facing this killer, the waiter showed the most sincere smile in his life, picked up the silver coins, packed the dishes, and ran away.

Not long after, Yu Wenxuan came back with some rifles.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Put it on the weapons rack over there. How about it? Have the loss statistics been calculated?"

"My people are doing it here."

"Speak Mandarin."

"Doing it."

Not long after, each family’s losses came out.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it, added them up on the paper, and finally took out a bag of silver dollars and handed it to Yu Wenxuan: "Send them to each house. If the deceased has relatives, they will be compensated with two hundred silver dollars. No.

If you have only friends or relatives, then you won’t give them to them. Don’t think about corruption, there are plenty of ways to make money.”

Yu Wenxuan quickly said: "That won't happen, that won't happen."

Sure enough, when the house was damaged or someone died in the family, I heard that there would be compensation, and it was paid by the killing star, so I couldn't help but feel grateful.

It’s not enough to just show favors or to show power. It’s necessary to show kindness and power at the same time.

Although I don’t want to admit it, human beings are really a very mean race. Not a certain country, but all mankind!

The allusion of "chasing three to four" is actually not talking about monkeys, but humans.

Zhao Chuanxin took out more than a dozen revolvers: "Equip these guns to your men. How can managers be without weapons? What's the point of carrying an ax, ax, knife and fork every day?"

Yu Wenxuan was overjoyed, this time it was really a shot in the arm.

With these weapons, he can walk sideways in Chinatown.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Chuanxin roughly knew what he was thinking: "Open up the situation, don't always focus on this three-acre land. Don't the Chinese know how to resist when they are bullied overseas? You stay here to guard your home, and I will stay with you."

There was a lot of trouble in the western United States, and Roosevelt had to let go. The old boy loves to show off, and I, Zhao Chuanxin, hate people who show off."

Yu Wenxuan said: "In the past, Wang Qingfu led everyone to fight for the interests of the Chinese community. After Wang Qingfu died, there was no backbone here."

Zhao Chuanxin also knows a little about Wang Qingfu.

This person is actually very contradictory. He was ostracized by the Qing court. When he came to the United States, he was an outsider and was not treated well by foreigners, so he lost his own position. Throughout his life, he was just trying to find his own position.

In addition to this person, there is another person who brought the poor living conditions of overseas Chinese back to China, which triggered a wave of boycotts of American goods, and that was Liang Qichao.

Zhao Chuanxin still admires Liang Qichao.

He said: "Just take care of this place. Don't think about being tyrannical if you have weapons. I think the Chinese community should have Chinese autonomy, and the management should not be an exploitative layer. If you want to develop and grow in the future, just clean up your name."

I don’t know if Yu Wenxuan heard it, but just nodded: "Yes, yes, I understand."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't stay here for long. He went to see Zhang Zehui and the others, and was about to leave.

Zhang Zehui asked pitifully: "Brother, do you ignore us anymore?"

"No matter, we have to go back to China together." Zhang Chuanxin touched her little head: "I'm going to do some errands, and we'll leave after that. Don't cut the hair on this forehead, just leave it like this until it grows longer.

I’ll design a new hairstyle for you.”

In fact, the Chinese are incompatible with the locals in the United States. The main reason is that they have to wear long robes and have rat tails, and they cannot keep up with the trends in the United States.

He bought a horse and rode it away from Chinatown.

Many people here watched him leave.

At this time, San Francisco already had the appearance of a modern city and was thriving.

Zhao Chuanxin rode a horse and walked casually on the street.

He just wanted to know how the people, police, and army would react when Chinese people appeared outside Chinatown at this time.

Sure enough, he is dressed in bright clothes, riding a tall horse, and with his obvious Chinese face, he will attract attention wherever he goes.

There was an old white man wearing an apron and spitting on the ground: "Go back to Chinatown!"

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out his gun, bang!

There is a bullet hole in the old man’s head.

Falling to the ground.

The crowd on the street was in an uproar.

After a moment, a policeman came running towards us from a distance.

They are all riding horses.

The western United States benefited from the original western development, and there are many horses here.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigar and lit it. He waited patiently until they were within range, took out his Madsen machine gun and started firing.

You would never unjustly accuse a good person by killing him!

Before these policemen were ready, they were killed immediately!

Zhao Chuanxin laughed

After saying that, hit the horse and continue running.

Ahead, a restaurant owner came out with a rifle, ready to shoot at Zhao Chuanxin.

Bang!

Zhao Chuanxin's bullets arrived first.

He just walked forward in a swaggering manner, and no one dared to stop him.

In the evening, state police came to investigate.

"What does that Chinese guy look like?"

"He has a thick but neatly trimmed beard. Although he is not dismounted, he should be very tall, about 6 feet 1 inch, about 180-190 pounds. He is wearing a long black woolen coat and jeans.

Hat, his hair is different from other Chinese people, he looks very handsome. He has no braids, medium hair, and the front hair is not shaved. His English is not very fluent, and he has a southern accent. As long as there are people who discriminate against Chinese

, he will shoot directly."

State Police: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin would not understand how his Chinese English was mistaken for a southern accent.

He had already left the city and was preparing to ambush the Nevada troops on their way to San Francisco.

Because he discovered the Yankee who went there to tip off the news.

Sure enough, the next day, a team of state police came in a hurry.
Chapter completed!
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