I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

Chapter 141 Furious Dong Dong
"In the past, many Vietnamese people fled to Tuao, and their main livelihood was selling fruit. Apart from those large supermarkets, all the fruit shops outside, especially in the Vietnamese area, were run by them.

If you enter their territory and open a shop without telling them, it's like stealing their jobs. Unless you are white, you can see white people opening fruit shops on the street, because they are protected by the police. Otherwise, you should do fruit business in the Chinese neighborhood in an orderly manner.

Those two people are just destroying other people's jobs. There is nothing to sympathize with them. Every place has its own rules. If you don't have the strength to break the rules, you will only suffer. "

Although Liu Fu's words were harsh, they were the truth. He hoped Dongdong could understand this truth and keep his eyes open when going out.

"The Vietnamese are all desperate, especially those little minions. As an international student, your family should be well off, so there is no need to get into a conflict with them.

To put it in a more scary way, if you hang out here at night, they might come out and stab you and run away. With the attitude of the Australian police, this matter will be left unresolved, and those two people can just find another business. There is no need to complicate simple things. Fortunately, those guys didn't make things difficult for you just now, and it was fortunate that it was not dark. It would be quite chaotic here after dark..."

Liu Fu continued to speak, while Dong Dong on the side lowered his head and said nothing. Everyone knew that he was still unconvinced. Young people always have some temper and think they are very awesome.

Dongdong thought that he could take down those three guys by himself, but he didn't consider that even if he beat those three guys away, the matter would only get more and more troublesome.

In places like this, the rules have been set and tacitly accepted by the Chinese gangs.

The Vietnamese run the fruit business, and the Chinese open their own restaurants and grocery stores, and they don't interfere with each other.

Once someone who doesn't know the rules breaks this balance, things will become complicated.

Don't expect Chinese gangs to stand up for their compatriots. This is not a scene in the movies. Everyone is out there just to make money.

Along the way, I found that all the hair salons and beauty salons were run by Vietnamese, and all the grocery stores were run by Chinese. This was obviously allocated.

Dongdong didn't actually notice these, but this was already pretty good.

In a Chinese gathering place like Box Hill, there are only one or two Vietnamese restaurants, and the rest of the shops are basically all run by Chinese.

In terms of overall strength, the Chinese are still much stronger than the Vietnamese.

Therefore, the Vietnamese, who are weaker than the Chinese, acted even more ferociously. If you show your weakness, you will be easily bullied.

"You'll get used to it slowly, unless you're stronger than others and you're suppressing them, like Barnaby. So what if he's white? Didn't you beat him up anyway? This is Yueguo District. When you wanted to fight them just now, they could easily call over a hundred people.

The bosses on this street are all in cahoots with them. Can you beat them? If you can't beat them, just be honest and keep your head down. It's no big deal. Besides, it's those two people who don't know the rules. You're meddling in their business."

Seeing that Dong Dong was still somewhat unconvinced, Liu Fu spoke more bluntly.

"Okay, he's just a young man, still a student, Mr. Liu, you're just trying to scare him!"

"You'll know once he graduates and ventures out into the world, haha."

Several middle-aged men from all over the world picked up their beers and began to change the topic at the dinner table, and the atmosphere gradually became relaxed and pleasant.

"Just listen to Lao Liu."

The restaurant is not big, and there is an open kitchen next to the table. The boss is making dumplings. Lao Liang heard their conversation clearly, and he said with a serious expression.

Chen Xi drank and looked at the boss. It seemed that it was not easy for him to run a restaurant on this street. He must have been bullied by these Vietnamese people.

He often came here when he first came to Australia. At that time, there was a girl who was from the same hometown as him. He met her when he first flew to Australia. She and her uncle lived in an apartment here.

When he was studying at a language school, he would pass by here every day on the bus. He had the impression that there were very few lights on this street at night, and it would be very easy for someone to rob here.

You have to know that Australia is not like China. Even after more than ten years, there are still no cameras on the streets.

"Wow!"

While they were still eating and drinking, four Vietnamese people pushed the door open.

They took a look at where Chen Xi was and found a seat next to him and sat down.

Chen Xi glanced at the other party. After those people sat down, they were laughing and flipping through the plastic menu on the table. In such a cold day, some guys were still wearing shorts and flip-flops, with a jacket on top, and they spoke in Vietnamese that was difficult to understand.

"What's the matter?"

Lao Liang had been here for a long time and could speak some Vietnamese. He went up to ask those people what they wanted to eat, but the young men just waved their hands and sat there drinking tea, with their voices gradually becoming louder and louder.

"Did you call the police?"

"Yes."

"Where are they?"

"gone."

Inside the fruit shop, two pot-bellied white policemen were questioning the girl. When they heard that the person had left, they began to ask about the details. The girl told them the truth. The bald man didn't speak English well and could only laugh dryly on the side.

"What does he look like?" a policeman asked.

"They look very fierce..." The girl tried her best to describe the appearance of the three Yue people.

"We can't tell if you say that. Are there any cameras?"

"We just opened, and haven't installed it yet."

"Then if they come again next time, you can call the police." "Is that all?" the girl asked in disbelief.

"What else can we do? They didn't hurt anyone, and we don't even know what they look like." The police were helpless as they couldn't even tell the Chinese from the Vietnamese.

In their eyes, all Asians look the same, so they often assume that all Asians are Chinese, because Chinese people are the largest in number.

Even with photos, they are hard to tell.

The fruit shop didn't even have any cameras installed, making it impossible to conduct an investigation.

On top of that, they didn't want to take up the case at all.

I am asking here now just for show to avoid being accused of discrimination and inhumanity.

"Don't get into conflict with them, protect your own safety, and call the police if anything happens!"

Another young policeman kindly reminded them that the area was a bit chaotic and it was giving them a headache.

Those Vietnamese people, like those from the Fuqin Gang, are mostly illegal immigrants and have no identity information.

This brought great difficulties to the police investigation.

They were unable to find any relevant information such as addresses, bank cards or spending records.

Therefore, it is difficult for the police to track their whereabouts and activities.

These Vietnamese people like to play dirty. It's different here from the United States. Unless there is a dangerous situation, the police will not empty the magazine without saying a word. They often talk to you for a long time with a loud speaker, and only give you some peanuts if that doesn't work. So these white policemen are very careful about their lives.

"Okay, ma'am, it's getting late now. After what happened today, for safety reasons, I suggest you close your business early."

After saying this, the policeman pulled up his belt and staggered out of the fruit shop.

He was so fat that one could hardly help but wonder if he could run when facing criminals.

The girl looked at the policeman leaving and began to sort the fruits at the door with reluctance in her heart.

Today was her first day of business, and she encountered such a thing. She didn’t know what to do in the days ahead.

The bald man, as her uncle, could only help to close the stall with a bitter face.

He plans to find a Chinese person tomorrow to inquire about the relevant situation and understand the specific cause of the incident.

"Let's get some fried chicken and fries. There's a good shop next door, owned by a Chinese."

Instead of returning to the police station, the two policemen got in the car and started discussing where to go for dinner.

"Chinese people making fried chicken? Can it be delicious? It feels like I'm trying to make Chinese food."

"That restaurant has been open for many years. I ate there when I first became a police officer. I've been too busy recently and haven't been there for a while. The boss's cooking skills are very good, and the sauce is delicious. It's spicy. I don't know if you can stand it."

The fat policeman moved his body. The originally small Holden car could hardly accommodate his fat body.

"It's so noisy, these people have no manners!" At the table where Chen Xi was, several young men were talking loudly, so loud that you could probably hear them even if you were standing at the door. Dong Dong complained on the side. He was a little drunk at this time and wanted to rush up and slap each of those guys.

Chen Xi frowned and looked at the young men. They were all unfamiliar faces, not the three Vietnamese people he had met before.

These guys didn't order any food and were clearly causing trouble, seemingly trying to make things difficult for the boss.

Lao Liang ignored them and continued making dumplings, but he kept glancing at the young men.

"Ok?"

Just as Dongdong was cursing, he suddenly felt something in his hair. At first he thought it was a bug, so he stretched out a hand and grabbed his hair. The hard object he felt on his palm made his face change.

When he opened his palm, he found that it was filled with broken toothpicks in small pieces. He immediately understood something and quickly turned his head to look behind him.

However, those young men were still chatting happily as if nothing had happened.

Dong Dong did not speak, turned his head quietly, and then put his palm on the dining table. After seeing this scene, Chen Xi and others couldn't help but look gloomy.

Chen Xi had encountered this trick used by foreigners on the train before. After patting someone on the head, they would pretend nothing happened. When the person turned around, they would continue patting.

As expected, as soon as Dongdong turned around, the young men started to make small moves again.

They threw a few broken toothpicks into Dongdong's hair.

"I am Cao Nima!"

When the strange feeling above his head came again, Dongdong, under the influence of alcohol, shouted, stood up quickly, picked up the chair under his butt, turned around and smashed it towards the Yue youth closest to him.

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