America 1881: Legend of the West

After the deaths of Zong Wenkai, Yan Qingshan and Zha Dongxiong, those three halls were basically abolished.

Chen Jianqiu reintegrated them and adjusted the internal structure.

Don't touch things you shouldn't touch.

If it was because I was forced to make a living before, I could only do these things.

Now I, Chen Jianqiu, will work for you and give you a chance to make money.

As for the fairy ointment, if you can quit, the hall will help you quit. If you can't quit, I'm sorry, you can either die on your own, or please go back to the other side of the ocean.

Order in Chinatown needs to be reestablished.

Do what needs to be done and say clearly what needs to be said.

The reason why Chen Jianqiu should not be the leader of this hall is very simple.

There are only a few old men left in the main hall.

Now ZGT actually has the final say.

Just like in New Mexico, it really doesn't matter whether you are the leader or not.

Chen Jianqiu is neither a white man nor a gangster.

But he takes both black and white.

Chen Jianqiu has too many properties, and he really doesn't have much energy to spend on them.

Chen Jianqiu needs to train a qualified agent.

This person must not be poor in ability, otherwise he will not be able to take over such a big business. The most important thing is to be upright like Holly.

But so far, he has found no such person.

Unfortunately, time waits for no one, and Chen Jianqiu cannot spend time here all the time. There are still many things waiting for him to deal with in New Mexico.

The day before the return trip.

After sending away all the people in the club and ZGT, Chen Jianqiu leaned on his chair and looked out the window.

He suddenly felt a little hungry and was about to go out to find something to eat.

Chen Jianqiu put on his coat, then took out his wallet from the drawer and put it into his pocket.

"Sifu! Eat!" he shouted to the door.

Almost instantly, Li Sifu appeared at the door of the office.

"Why do you show up so quickly every time I call for dinner?" Chen Jianqiu frowned.

"Boss, I'm not too slow to show up at other times." Li Sifu replied with a playful smile.

The two walked out of the door of the Chinese General Association.

They walked along the street in front of the hall.

Because Chen Jianqiu doesn't show up often.

Therefore, few vendors and pedestrians along the way could recognize him.

However, from the words floating in my ears from time to time, I can always hear the words "General Manager Chen".

They were talking about the new master of Chinatown, and they were talking about him as if he were a god.

Chen Jianqiu laughed it off.

"Chen Kee Barbecued Pork?" Li Sifu raised his head and read to the plaque of a restaurant, "Boss, when did you open another restaurant?"

"Do you think I can make barbecued pork?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at Li Sifu.

But now that fate has arrived, why not go in and take a look.

The two of them turned into the restaurant.

It was dinner time and there were many people in the restaurant.

Most of them are Chinese.

There were only a few white people sitting at the door, their clothes hanging down, wolfing down the rice in their bowls.

These people don't know how to use chopsticks and just grab it with their hands, which makes the food look unsightly.

Chen Jianqiu and Li Sifu found a table next to them and sat down.

"Are these people reincarnated as ghosts who died of starvation?" Li Sifu glanced at the white people sideways and said with disdain.

Chen Jianqiu said nothing.

These white people don't look like respectable people. They came to a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown for more than just eating.

"Mr. Chen! Rare guest! What would you like to eat?"

A young man's voice rang in Chen Jianqiu's ears.

He looked up and saw a guy.

However, this guy has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his body does not look thick, but he is quite strong.

It was almost autumn, and the man was still wearing a sleeveless gown, revealing his wheat-colored skin and strong arms.

With a rag on his shoulder and a kettle in his hand, the waiter was smiling at Chen Jianqiu.

"Do you know me?" Chen Jianqiu looked at this guy with interest.

"The whole Chinatown knows you, Mr. Chen." The waiter said, respectfully but without losing any sense of proportion. "I am also from the ZGT main hall. When you cleaned up those three scum that day, I was also there, but in the back row."

"Oh~" Chen Jianqiu nodded, "Then what good food do you have here?"

The waiter chuckled: "Look at the name, of course it's barbecued pork rice."

He took the piece of cloth off his shoulder, bent down to clean the table, and said softly:

"Our boss's barbecued pork is passed down from our ancestors. We choose the best shoulder pork, supplemented with the secret barbecued pork sauce, marinate it overnight, and grill it the next day."

"Put it on a fork, put it in the oven, bake it for half an hour, take it out when the meat juice drips out, and then apply sauce made with honey, maltose, rice wine, starch, etc., continue to bake for a few minutes, until it is cooked Oil."

"It tastes like a layer of fat meat and a layer of lean meat. The meat has been roasted until it is tender and almost melts in your mouth. The skin is crispy and a little charred. The taste is juicy, fragrant and smooth, a little chewy, and has some sweetness. .”

Listening to the waiter's introduction, Li Sifu's saliva was already drooling and he looked at Chen Jianqiu eagerly.

"Then let's try two portions." Chen Jianqiu rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "Put the kettle on, go and get busy."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter straightened up and walked towards the guests on the other side. As he walked, he shouted to the chef, "Two portions of crispy barbecued pork rice~~"

Li Sifu picked up the kettle left by the waiter on the table and poured Chen Jianqiu a glass of water.

"This guy is a talent." Li Sifu handed the water glass to Chen Jianqiu, "If his boss's employees were like him, he would probably not be able to sell food."

Chen Jianqiu drank boiled water and nodded in agreement.

The barbecued pork rice was served quickly.

The appearance is just as good as the waiter said, and the fragrance is fragrant.

"Eat it while it's hot, or it'll get cold later." Chen Jianqiu handed the chopsticks to Li Sifu.

However, just as the two of them were tasting the barbecued pork rice in front of them, a quarrel came from the direction of the door.

The quarrel was between the group of white men and another clerk in the store.

This guy is still young, he looks about eleven or twelve years old.

"You haven't paid for your meal, so you can't leave." The child stopped the white people.

"We never pay for meals in San Francisco." One of the white people shook his head and said in less than proficient Chinese, "And your food tastes so bad!"

"Don't be ignorant, get out of here!" Another white man pulled the child away.

The child was pushed, staggered a few steps, and then fell to the ground.

"No! You can't leave without giving me money!" the child said stubbornly.

The white-skinned gangster who pushed the child looked very unhappy and walked towards the child, wanting to teach this ungrateful little brat a lesson.

Li Sifu suddenly stood up and wanted to stop him, but was held down by Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu pursed his lips in the direction of the door.

The guy who cleaned the table for them just now was already standing in front of the door:

"You have to pay for eating here, no matter who you are!" the waiter said loudly.

The white people were startled at first, but when they found that the only person coming over was the waiter, they suddenly looked like scoundrels.

"We have no money!" the white leader said cheerfully, "What can you do to us?"

The man’s fists were clenched:

"Then don't blame me for being rude!"

"Oh? Did you hear that? This man said he was going to be rude to us!" The white man laughed at his companions behind him.

This group of white people didn't leave either. They all gathered around the guy, surrounding him in the middle.

"Boss, do we really not want to help?" Li Sifu looked nervously in the direction of the door.

They were not far apart, about ten steps or so.

"Those white-skinned guys are no match for that guy."

Chen Jianqiu continued to taste his barbecued pork rice.

After he put the last piece of meat into his mouth, he took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth.

And in his hand, at some point, there was a porcelain spoon.