the world is at stake

This is a tea restaurant that has been in operation for many years. The aroma of the food is wafting in the air, and the taste of the dishes still retains the taste of the Chinese themselves.Occasionally, some ghosts come to eat for the first time, and they are shocked by their stereotypes of Chinese food.

When Ayan came in, most of the waiters knew her and greeted her as 'Sister Yan'.There are also those who don't know each other, so they pull their companions and ask who is this?Will be told this is the newest 'big sister head' popping up in Brooklyn.

Ah Yan thumped up to the second floor of the restaurant, a cup of tea was already waiting for her.

Sitting at the tea table were four or five elderly Chinese, all of them male, who spoke slowly, as if they didn't speak easily.Seeing Ah Yan appearing, the owner of the restaurant smiled and said, "Sit down, we've been chatting for a long time".

The foreign Chinese circle is full of strange things and interests, and has always been a state of disunity.

But people are used to being in groups, so labels such as "Chinese businessmen", "hometowns", and "Hong Kong and Taiwan" are affixed, and there are a lot of various associations.

Compared with other 'Chinatowns', Flushing is very much like a small county town in China, with old buildings, dirty streets, Chinese people everywhere, and shop signs in Chinese.

Zhou Qingfeng wiped out Guo Xiao's family and devoured his property.Although most of them have been handed over, the little left over should not be underestimated.

Guo Xiao still has a lot of connections, it's a pity to waste them, and let Sun Luoji maintain them.A little leakage between the fingers is enough to inflate the power of a bustard like Ah Yan.

In the eyes of outsiders, Ah Yan is no longer just the bustard of the 'Golden Apple Nightclub', but also the manager of more than a dozen restaurants, small supermarkets, car washes, apartment buildings and other industries.

This old bustard is already a person who can speak and have weight in the Chinese circle.

However, the Chinese community has some grudges and contempt for Ayan's original identity as a bustard.Just at the tea table, except for the owner of the restaurant who called her, no one else paid much attention to her.

There were two old Chinese people clutching the newspaper, chatting in Hokkien dialect as if talking to themselves, and the topic was the news just published in the newspaper.

"Have you heard? There was a murder case on Long Island."

"How could you not know? Didn't it say in the newspaper that the dead were the famous Mr. Guo's family. Their children, wives and mistresses are all dead."

The case of exterminating the door is exciting, and it arouses the conversation of the few people at the tea table.The owner of the restaurant interjected, "It's so miserable, I won't let anyone go."

"A friend of mine in the New York Police Department revealed that not only the four members of Guo's family were killed, but also the six FBI agents who were protecting them."

"The murderer was vicious. He killed people and set fire to the house. The sea view mansion worth tens of millions of dollars was burned to ashes, which is equivalent to cremating the body directly."

The speaker's tone is heavy, but the listener is curious.Someone lowered his voice and asked, "Who is the murderer?"

"What else can it be?" The restaurant owner seemed to be well-informed, and lowered his voice: "Didn't Guo Xiao's son scold and fight with others on the Internet not long ago? This is a political pursuit."

what……

The word 'politics' seemed to be taboo, and the tea table became quiet again.

Others drink tea, Ah Yan deliberately ordered a cup of coffee.

She sat quietly, but in her heart she was laughing at the poor acting skills of these old guys in front of her.He eagerly called her to 'chat and drink tea', but he refused to lower his head to ask, and even put on airs.

Ah Yan glanced at the white-haired old man on her left, who looked in his sixties and seventies, with a kind face.But she knew that the other party was an official from the mainland 20 years ago.

This person relied on millions of dollars from embezzlement to buy real estate in New York, and raised a pair of sons and daughters like Guo Xiao. The son joined the army to serve the United States, and the daughter married a white man.

For this kind of person, the stronger China is, the more uneasy he is, and every day he scolds the country for "eating jujube pills" in social groups.Hearing that the Guo family was silenced, and hearing the words 'political pursuit', he had to sleep with one eye open in the middle of the night.

On Ayan's right is a second-generation Chinese, also in his fifties or sixties.He was born in the United States but has been living in the Chinese community. He believes in Christianity but cannot speak English.

This person often goes to the Chinese embassy in the United States and the activities of overseas Chinese associations. He likes to read reports from the American media. He has never been to the mainland but feels that he understands China. He pities the Chinese people living in dire straits every day. identity.

It's just that in recent years, news about China has increasingly overturned his cognition.One is China, which is dictatorial and backward and needs to be pitiful, and the other is China, which the United States curses every day but has no choice but to do anything about.

It's schizophrenic.

I'm afraid this group of people has been distressed for a long time, and they want to find someone to ask the truth-they don't believe in newspapers, official media, or the truth, they just like to listen to "conspiracy theories" fabricated by "informed people" behind their backs.

The more outrageous it is, the better their brains will be.

Ah Yan refused to speak easily, she just drank coffee slowly and chattered nonsense.She doesn't really know anything, but she knows how to whet people's appetites.

Just when these old men were a little impatient, Ah Yan's cell phone rang.Although she didn't know the number, she got through and yelled 'Hello'.

A deep voice came out, "Ayan, I'm Zhou Qingfeng. Do you have any friends in Baltimore? I need someone to find out the whereabouts of a batch of second-hand decorations and paintings for me."

"Decorations and paintings?" Ah Yan was surprised, "What kind of origin?"

"Guo Xiao, you know, right? It's the one I killed my whole family not long ago. He invested in a biochemical laboratory in Baltimore, and the person who manages the laboratory is named Alexei Goldman.

Goldman had an accident half a year ago, the laboratory was occupied, and all equipment and personnel were emptied.

During the emptying process, the building where the laboratory is located was guarded by security guards, and the decorations and paintings that Goldman placed in his laboratory were taken away in the name of construction waste.

They sold the stolen goods on eBay and made more than $5000.

But the buyer seems to specialize in the black market of art, and the account information is all fake.

The only clue the security gave me was that after the price was finalized, the buyer quickly came to inspect the goods in person to pick up the goods and paid in cash, as if he was a Chinese living in Baltimore.

Security said that this person was about forty years old, male, not tall, fluent in English, quite knowledgeable.His name was David Zhang, but it was probably a pseudonym.I'm looking for this guy now. "

Ah Yan listened carefully, and replied, "I see, I'll check it for you right away."

After a while, Zhou Qingfeng also passed on a screenshot of the video captured by the security guards from the surveillance camera of the building. It was a vague image of a middle-aged Asian, which was not very clear.

A few old Chinese at the tea table saw that Ah Yan listened to the phone in a serious manner, and asked jokingly, "Who is calling? An official, or a big boss? You seem to be very scared."

A Yan snorted, "This is not an official, nor is he a big boss, so I'm not afraid." She handed out her mobile phone and asked with a smile: "Everyone, uncles and uncles, please help me out. this person.

Otherwise, call me who will be angry. He likes to kill the whole family when he is angry, and he will do what he says.Don't take it seriously, Guo Xiao is a precedent. "

Everyone's expressions tightened as they listened, they didn't expect that they could get in touch with the killer so quickly.

Chapter 027

The same surveillance screenshots were also sent to the emir of the Green Society.

Compared with the overseas Chinese who are loose inside, the origin of Lulu is all kinds of strange.They don't even have the same race, skin color and language, and they don't have a strong motherland to rely on, so there are many internal sectarian conflicts.

But no matter what the outside world thinks of Lulu's backwardness and ignorance, they are more united to some extent.External Christian civilizations have exhausted all tricks of dismantling and assimilating, and they are basically 'sugar-coated and thrown back'.

After answering Zhou Qingfeng's call, Emir informed his father Ahmed of the situation.It was the green imam who had also injured her leg and was lying on a hospital bed and still thinking about marrying Ah Yan.

After hearing the request relayed by his son, Ahmed did not hesitate too much in finding someone.He first finished his daily prayers in the prayer room in a leisurely manner before dealing with affairs.

The old imam focused on other matters, "Has the recycling company promised by Victor be handed over to us?"

Emil shook his head, "Father, Victor didn't hand over the company to us, he just allowed our people to work in his company.

That recycling company wasn't originally his, but he snatched it from someone else by killing him.He fired all the white and black employees in the original company and hired our people at lower wages. "

"This poisonous snake." Ahmed's face sank, and he shouted bitterly: "He just discriminated against us. He made us work for him with a lower salary, and he refused to let go of even a garbage collection company."

Emil bowed his head slightly, making it difficult to make an evaluation.

He knew that his father always had some naive fantasies, hoping that Victor would give him more benefits, or marry young women from the ethnic group to him, and let him join the church.

Ahmed repeatedly asked his son to make unrealistic demands on Victor.Emil promised very well every time, but he never spoke because he knew it was impossible.

The most tangible benefit that Zhou Qingfeng is giving to Emil now is to allow his clansman to go to a recycling company to deal with garbage—this is an easy job.

New York has a population of 900 million, and New York State is an important industrial city in the United States.When Guo Xiao first came to the United States, the earliest way to make money was to engage in recycling.

This is basically the most convenient way for backward countries and forces to obtain resources.

Waste copper, waste paper, waste plastics and the like provided cheap raw materials for Chinese industry in the early years.At first, the United States paid Chinese importers to take the waste away, and then the Chinese paid to buy American waste.

The hollowing out of American industry has made many cities in the Rust State around the Great Lakes look like ghosts.In order to sell waste products, the homeless demolished all the factories.

But in the past few years, China has controlled the import of foreign waste and raised the standard substantially.

Note that it is 'control', not absolute prohibition.

Foreign garbage from abroad began to go to Southeast Asia, and some recycling companies invested in the construction of waste treatment and sorting plants in the United States.Recycled materials that have been screened can still be exported to China.

Guo Xiao holds several waste materials recycling companies in his hand.After his death, it is impossible for these companies to discount to the domestic market.

Zhou Qingfeng asked Sun Luoji to sort out Guo Xiao's legacy, maintain the operation of the original industry with the help of the trust fund's nominee holding, but take out the original job as a reward.

Chinese people usually go to restaurants if they don’t have a job, but they have no choice but to recycle garbage.

Recently, there have been about 300 to [-] green men and more than [-] green women wearing headscarves working in Uncle Zhou's recycling company.

Green earns less than half of white wages.Correspondingly, the same number of bottom-level white blacks lost their jobs.This will happen more and more in the future.

The low-level jobs in the United States are either done by Mexicans or by green people.

In fact, Lao Mo gets less money and can endure more hardships.But Zhou Qingfeng favored Lulu—Mexicans are too honest, so he likes the United States to be more green.

Even if it is less than half of the salary, it is very important to the green society to which Emil belongs.If you can make money, you can live in the United States, and you can attract more people from your hometown.

Emil knew that most of his fellow villagers were illiterate, so they couldn't actually do any technical jobs.

Sorting garbage is difficult to be fully automated and requires a lot of cheap labor.This is simply specially prepared for Emil.He even thought about setting up his own recycling company to control profits from the source.

but now……

Zhou Qingfeng still has thousands of related jobs in his hands, and Emir has already set his sights on it—just think that he can solve the employment of thousands of his fellows, even if it is the employment of women, it is enough for him to grasp a considerable amount of power.

Emil was not afraid that Zhou Qingfeng would ask him to help, but what he was afraid of was that Zhou Qingfeng would be too lazy to take care of him.When he got the task of finding someone, he immediately came to see his father, hoping to use the influence of the old imam to complete it.

"Father, we're not the only ones doing this. That woman named Ayan has also received the same job. We'd better find a way."

There was a urging meaning in Emil's tone.After completing this, he is confident to ask Zhou Qingfeng to take another [-] jobs, which are a steady stream of income every month.

Hearing the name of 'Ayan', Ahmed frowned.

Zhou Qingfeng forcibly brought the two completely different ethnic groups together, allowing the originally head-to-head conflicts to have a communication channel.Although the Chinese and Lulu still dislike each other, unexpectedly there are fewer disputes.

"In my name, please call your brothers in Baltimore and ask them to check it out." Ahmed said, "Also, should I pay for this kind of thing?"

"Victor promised to find someone to pay [-] U.S. dollars for labor services, but he didn't find someone to pay [-] U.S. dollars for errands." After Emil said the price, he felt his ass hurt.

The difference between the labor fee and the errand fee is too far, especially considering that there is a competitor, which is forcing Lulu to work hard.

"This poisonous snake, he beat us with the whip of money." Ahmed cursed again, thinking that money is the most important thing, "I'll call myself, otherwise the Baltimore family may be too lazy to act."

Sitting kneeling beside him, Emil heard his father contact several imams of the same clan in Baltimore on the phone, and cut Zhou Qingfeng's asking price by more than half.

[-] for labor, [-] for errands.

Anyway, there is no disadvantage, and if you don't find someone, you still have to get big.

After the phone call, Ahmed educated his son, "Think of a way to invite Victor to come to our house. You have so many younger sisters waiting to get married. I don't believe he doesn't like any of them."

Emil scratched his head and said distressedly: "Victor has no shortage of beautiful women. He may not like younger ones, maybe he likes that kind..."

The son pressed his chest, and the father immediately understood, "That poisonous snake likes older people? But the older people in our group are all married, and the rest... are all widows."

Chapter 028 Which Psychiatric Hospital?

It was nearly midnight and Mr. David Chang of Baltimore's 'David Art Gallery' was going to sleep.He had just finished negotiating a few purchases of art on the Internet, and took a hot bath with satisfaction, but his butt just touched the bed, and the mobile phone next to the bed rang...

Looking at the number, the call is from a client of Mr. Zhang.The relationship between the two parties is not bad, and the other party occasionally comes to his gallery to buy some decorations.

Thinking that it might be another business deal, David Zhang called 'Hello' with a smile after connecting, and then he heard the customer on the opposite side ask in a low voice, "David, have you offended someone recently?"

What... isn't it a business?

Mr. Zhang was very puzzled, "No. I usually buy and sell art and only communicate with people in my circle. Who can I offend?"

Oh... The customer sighed, "That's okay. I also care about you, go to bed early."

The phone hung up.

David Zhang sat on the bed staring at the phone, and was stunned for a while - he made a call out of nowhere to ask, who can still sleep?

But if you think about it carefully, you really didn't offend anyone?

Baltimore is indeed chaotic, and it is rare in the United States.

But this is a city of American emperors after all. There are several world-renowned colleges and universities in the city, and it is still adjacent to the harbor. The citizens still have a great demand for artworks.

David Zhang is not a black market dealer in art. He usually likes to find some cheap goods on the Internet for resale, relying on his professional appreciation ability to earn a little difference.

As for using cash and not transferring money when purchasing, isn't this for tax avoidance?

"What happened?" David Zhang's wife poked her head out of the bed.

Mr. Zhang shook his head, "I don't know, a client asked me about my recent situation, and I said everything is fine. It should be fine, go to sleep."

Turn off the lights and sleep.

Less than 5 minutes later, the phone rang again.

This time it was a friend from the Chinese community in Baltimore.

David Zhang turned on the light again and connected the phone.

The other party asked furtively, "David, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Mr. Zhang was extremely puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"