Door-to-door dragon son-in-law

Seeing the nervousness on Qiang Zai's face, Ye Chen, who had been silent all this time, immediately realized that the sound of the motorcycle engine getting closer and closer outside was probably coming towards him.

At this time, Chen Zhaozhong realized that Qiang Zai might have caused a big trouble, so he asked sternly, "Qiang Zai, tell me the truth, who did you offend?"

Seeing that this matter could not be covered up, Qiang Zai had no choice but to explain, "Uncle Zhong, these people here are all members of a new gang in New York..."

Chen Zhaozhong exclaimed, "Do you owe a loan shark?!"

Qiangzi quickly explained, "No, Uncle Zhong! They just occupied Chinatown two days ago, and now they are collecting protection money from door to door. They want three thousand US dollars a month. If they don't pay, they will beat people. They also say that they will give away the store." Smashed."

Chen Zhaozhong frowned and asked, "Hasn't Chinatown always been managed by Chinese gangs? In the past few years, the protection fee has been three hundred dollars a month. Why was it suddenly robbed by others?"

Qiang Zai sighed helplessly and said, "The Chinese gang had a fierce battle with them last week and suffered heavy losses. Big Viagra has already admitted defeat and handed over Chinatown to them..."

Chen Zhaozhong was slightly surprised, and then asked him, "What is the background of the new gang? The first offer was three thousand dollars a month. Isn't this too dark?"

Qiangzi said indignantly, "Who says it's not the case! We and several surrounding stores work from dawn to dusk to do business. We have to pay rent and labor. Because we don't have legal status, we have to do business everywhere. We only earn a month's hard work." They want three thousand dollars out of a few thousand dollars, which means everyone’s hard work is for them!”

Chen Zhaozhong asked again, "What is the origin of this new gang?"

Qiangzi replied, "The new gang is called Burnganl. They are mostly African Americans and a small number of Latinos from Brooklyn and downtown. It is said that they are backed by Italians. Now the Italians are gradually retreating behind the scenes and not coming out to fight." They killed each other but were unwilling to give up the profits, so they supported a group of ruthless African-Americans and established such a gang..."

Chen Zhaozhong asked, "Did they inflict the injuries on your face?"

"Yes..." Qiang Zai said angrily, "They came to collect the protection fee. I couldn't get that much money, so they beat me up. The deadline for giving me is tonight. If they can't give me the money tonight, If they do, they will destroy the store.”

Chen Zhaozhong asked again, "Have you called the police?"

"Reported." Qiang Zai said dejectedly, "But calling the police is of no use. You know the situation in New York. The police mainly focus on wealthy areas. When I called the police, they just came to go through the motions and then told me No one can be found.”

Chen Zhaozhong said angrily, "This is really unreasonable!"

Qiangzi said helplessly, "I called the police and told them that they would come again. The police said that there were not enough police to keep an eye on them. They asked me to call 911 as soon as I saw them, but what's the use... …If the other party really came with a gun, I would have died eight times, and the police probably wouldn’t even have arrived.”

As he spoke, Qiang Zai sighed and said, "They are American citizens, we are illegal immigrants without status, and the American police don't care whether we live or die..."

While he was talking, the roar of the motorcycle had already reached the door of the roast goose shop. Qiang Zai suddenly became more nervous and quickly said to Chen Zhaozhong and Ye Chen, "Uncle Zhong, Mr. Ye, hurry up and go upstairs!"

Ye Chen simply sat down and said with a smile, "To be honest, I have never seen a gangster collect protection money. This time I have seen it. Qiangzi, go and get me some roast goose rice. I'll watch it while I eat."

Qiang Zai quickly said, "Mr. Ye, they really dare to kill people! You still..."

Before Qiang Zai finished speaking, Chen Zhaozhong interrupted him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "The young master asked you to prepare a roast goose rice, so hurry up and prepare it, and get me one by the way." See if your skills have deteriorated."

At this time, five young black men wearing hip-hop arrogant clothes had already walked in.

The leader was thin and tall. He was wearing a large hoodie. The hood covered his head and half of his face. He had his hands in the horizontal pockets in the front of the hoodie. He looked like he was armed.

The man came in, saw Qiang Zai, and immediately sneered and joked, "Wow, Mr. Goose from China, have you prepared the money I want? If I don't get 3000 US dollars again tonight, I'll give it to you Take a few bullets, throw you into the Hudson River, and let your body float back to China!"

Qiang Zai became extremely nervous for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, Ye Chen, who was already sitting at the dinner table, interrupted him and urged, "Boss, go and prepare a meal for me. I'm already so hungry that I want to hit someone."

Qiang Zai was stunned and didn't know what to do. Chen Zhaozhong on the side whispered, "Hurry up and go!"

Qiang Zai gritted his teeth and made up his mind, "Okay...I'll go right away..."

After saying that, he turned around and went into the kitchen.

When the black man at the head saw Ye Chen sending the boss to the back kitchen, he felt a little unhappy. He curled his lips and sneered, "Okay, okay, okay. It seems we have some new business to do here."

After saying that, he sat in front of Ye Chen in an exaggerated manner and said calmly, "Hey, Huaxia guy, who gave you the courage to interrupt before I collect protection money?"

Ye Chen smiled, looked at him and asked, "What? You don't let customers eat after collecting protection fees? Don't you know that customers are God?"

Seeing Ye Chen's joking expression, the man immediately realized that he might be with the shop owner, so he said sharply, "Boy, it seems that you don't know much about the situation here. The entire Chinatown, I mean the entire Chinatown in New York, from now on This is our Burning Angel’s territory. If you Chinese guys still want to do business here, you must pay protection fees as required by us, otherwise, I will kill you one by one!"

Ye Chen didn't take his threat seriously at all, he just raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I don't have a good temper. I hate being disturbed when eating, so I don't care if you are a burning angel or a burning wild dog." , Burning Rat, if you don’t quickly take your boyfriends and disappear from me, I will let you know what life is worse than death.”

"Fuck! Do you think I'm gay?" The man spat on the ground, then took out a 9-[-] pistol from his pocket, held the trigger, turned it around on the table, and then pointed the gun at Ye Chen turned his head and shouted in a cold voice, "Boy, it seems you have never tasted bullets. Do you believe I will let you have a taste now?"

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I've made people eat shit, I've made people immerse themselves in iron cages and sink them across rivers, and I've done calligraphy on people's bodies, but I really don't know how to feed people bullets." I tried it, and since you proposed this novel idea today, we can put it into practice."

As he said that, Ye Chen glanced at the gun in his hand and said calmly, "This gun of yours should use nine millimeter bullets, right? There should be thirteen rounds in the magazine. With so many bullets, I wonder if you like to chew them?" Eat it or swallow it?"