America 1881: Legend of the West

There are many societies in San Francisco's Chinatown, but the largest is undoubtedly an overseas branch of HM, ZGT.

ZGT is very large, with more than 4500 members.

They have almost a monopoly on interest exchanges within Chinatown.

But Chinese associations have always had several problems.

One is that the inner circle is full of chaos, and the other is that the divisions between the various halls are very serious.

Since the death of a famous boss in the main hall, the people below all feel that they are doing well again.

As a result, various branches emerged one after another.

Their living space is contained within Chinatown.

Therefore, the territory that can be obtained is limited, and the benefits that can be obtained are also limited.

Wherever there is competition for interests, there are gang disputes, and various gangs often join forces to confront each other.

Fighting and killing incidents naturally occur from time to time, and it is not uncommon for missing arms and losing heads.

The businesses they focus on include pornography, gambling and drugs, and thug organizations and extortion can be said to be everywhere.

The San Francisco police have always turned a blind eye to this.

As long as these gangs don't cause trouble in Chinatown, they don't even want to take a look.

It would be best for these Chinese people to be on their own and kill them all, which would save them trouble.

Citizens of San Francisco generally stay away from Chinatown.

In their eyes, this place is a breeding ground for evil.

The members of the Eight Great Halls basically overlap with these societies, and even hold very important positions in both parties.

Huang Yongren has a very high reputation among the Chinese in Chinatown.

under his contact.

The heads of the three largest halls, Ping Kung Tong, Po Leung Tong, and Rui Duan Tong, were finally willing to come and meet the new general director of the Chinese Association.

They heard that the new general director was very rich.

The Ningyang Guild Hall was particularly lively on this day, and the first floor was packed with people.

On the second floor of the guild hall, Guandi Temple.

The three hall masters sat on the three Taishi chairs in front of Mr. Guan, each of them ignoring the other.

In front of each of them, a bowl of tea was placed.

The aroma of tea mixed with the aroma of cigarette smoke in the room, creating an indescribable smell.

The younger brothers of these three people's respective clubs stood behind their boss's chair, clearly distinguishable from each other.

At this time, everyone's eyes were fixed on Chen Jianqiu in the center of the room.

Chen Jianqiu wore a black silk mandarin jacket and held a stick of incense above his head.

He bowed three times to Master Guan, and then inserted the incense stick in his hand into the incense burner in front of him.

"Boss Chen, why are you here with us today?"

A bald man couldn't help it anymore and asked first.

This man's name is Zong Wenkai, he is the leader of Benggong Hall. He comes from a very orthodox background. He was a gangster on the other side of the ocean. After coming to San Francisco, he joined the ZGT and gathered a large number of his followers because of his bravery and ruthlessness.

The young man in front of me has been silent since he entered the door just now. He doesn't know what kind of medicine is being sold in the gourd.

This made him very unhappy.

"Yes, Boss Chen, when you called us here, you didn't just come here to drink tea, right?"

The other dwarf also spoke.

This person is the master of Baoliang Hall, his name is Cha Dongxiong. He was originally a fish seller. His appearance does not match his name. He is thin and short, so he is nicknamed "Xia Mi Zai".

However, he was famous for being a ruthless villain. All those in front of him were killed by him in various ways, so it was his turn to be the boss.

Both hall masters had spoken, and the remaining one had to speak.

An old man with a white beard stood up from his chair. He cupped his hands at Chen Jianqiu's back and said:

"Boss Chen, Mr. Yan has something important to do. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Rui Duantang Yan Qingshan is the oldest among the three and also the most temperamental.

When he went up to the second floor, he found that the new general director of the Chinese Association was actually a young man under the age of thirty, and he was already quite contemptuous.

In addition, Chen Jianqiu has been silent.

The old man was already furious inside.

Who is Yan Qingshan? When Huang Yongren comes, you have to give him some face. How can you, a young boy, show off?

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, Chen Jianqiu suddenly spoke:

"You three, I plan to open a hotel at 56 Kearny Street, but I'm not familiar with the place. I don't know which of the three belongs to this place?"

He turned around, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the three hall masters.

The three of them stopped talking, and Yan Qingshan, who was about to leave, also stopped and sat back in his Taishi chair.

It is not unusual to open a hotel in Chinatown. Although the external environment is not good, there are still many Chinese businessmen traveling across the ocean to do business.

However, this location is a bit subtle.

This place is located in the core of Chinatown, and happens to be at the junction of the three people's territories.

Regarding the ownership of this place, if the ownership of this place was clear, then the three halls would not fight each other from time to time.

"Boss Chen, this place is under the protection of Bing Gong Tang. If you have any questions, just come to me." Bald-headed Zong Wenkai raised one foot, stepped on the chair he was sitting on, and said carelessly.

"Oh?" Chen Jianqiu looked at the bald head, "Then the relationship is good, I will take care of you for the follow-up matters."

"Snapped!"

Yan Qingshan slapped his hand on the coffee table next to him.

The tea bowl on the coffee table jumped up, the lid of the tea bowl fell to the ground with a clang, and the tea spilled all over the coffee table.

"Bald man, when was it your turn to speak here? When did you cover that place? Did you find the ears that those bastards of yours lost at the door of the laundry later?"

Yan Qingshan was like a barrel of gunpowder, igniting at the drop of a hat, angrily scolded the bald head.

When Zong Wenkai was exposed, he immediately jumped up from his chair:

"Old man! Last time you tricked me and drugged my people. Do you dare to confront me head-on this time?"

The dwarf Zha Dongxiong on the side looked gloomy and looked coldly at the two opponents who were at war with each other. He said nothing and didn't know what he was planning in his heart.

The other person who said nothing was Chen Jianqiu.

He stood with his hands behind his hands and quietly watched the two men yelling at each other.

Soon, the quarrel between the two gradually evolved into a verbal spat between the two gangs, and gradually escalated.

The boys on both sides were already facing each other and started pushing each other.

"Are you planning to start a war in front of Mr. Guan?"

Zha Dongxiong, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke: "This is Guandi Temple!"

This sentence made the two sides temporarily stop arguing.

"Otherwise, you two can make an appointment to have a fight, and whoever wins can occupy the land." The short man took a sip of tea and said.

"What 'Xia Mizi' said makes sense, then tomorrow! I want to see what you guys can do!" Yan Qingshan pointed at the bald nose and said.

"Okay, tomorrow is tomorrow! Everyone bring their own people!" Zong Wenkai was not to be outdone.

Chen Jianqiu still said nothing.

"By the way, Boss Chen, since your hotel is so big, you should need some supplies, right?" Shorty suddenly remembered something and asked, "Would you like to go to my place? My prices are the cheapest in San Francisco. "

"I won't touch that thing." Chen Jianqiu said lightly, "That kind of thing is not allowed in my hotel."

Hearing Chen Jianqiu's words, the three of them laughed crazily.

"Boss Chen! You are so funny. Do you really know how to do business? In Chinatown, the most profitable thing is that stuff! Is there any restaurant in Chinatown that doesn't do this?"

The dwarf laughed so hard, "You don't know that it doesn't matter whether it's us or those high-ranking officials, this is what we do!"

Chen Jianqiu did not say anything, but turned around again.

The three hall masters no longer wanted to talk to this person who looked like an idiot.

This man knows nothing and really has no idea how he makes so much money.

They took people away one after another, leaving Chen Jianqiu alone in Guandi Temple.

He stared at the solemn statue of Guan Gong, and in his heart, he had already decided the outcome of those three people.

They must die! Just tomorrow.