"Peng!"

Li Chenghao hit Jason lightly with his knee, severely injuring Jason's abdomen.

"vomit!"

Jason didn't even have time to change the position of his hands, and his internal organs were turbulent. He didn't even have a chance to scream, and he bent down and vomited a mouthful of acidic water.

Ah Hao grabbed the dreadlocks on his head and asked in a calm tone: "I'll give you another chance to speak."

"vomit!"

Jason spat out another mouthful of sour water, and from the corner of his eye saw Ahao lifting his leg again, hurriedly waving his hands, and said fearfully: "You bastard, fuck your mother!"

Zhang Guobin heard this from a distance and raised his eyebrows, greatly surprised.

Li Chenghao was stunned, but instead of beating him again, he asked with a surprised look on his face: "Can you speak Chinese?"

Although there are some mixed-race elders in San Francisco who can speak Chinese with Chinese students, there are still a small number of white people in North America who can speak Chinese.

There are even fewer niggas who can speak Chinese.

Jason explained again: "No, I learned a little bit from my friends..."

"oh……"

Li Chenghao clearly extended his voice, suddenly showed a ferocious expression, and pinched the nigger's neck.

"boom!"

He pressed the nigger to the wall with one hand and hung him up directly, with murderous intent in his eyes: "You can speak Chinese, but you are so rude. You can't live in the world without being polite."

"Uh... uh..." The nigger had no strength to resist at all. The veins on his neck and jaw popped out, and the bone veins were clearly visible. The places where his fingers pinched were deeply dented. With a little more force, the cartilage could be broken.

Even if the nigger couldn't resist, he still had the desire to win, and kept waving his hands as if he wanted to explain something.

Li Chenghao saw that there were only fears, fears, regrets and other emotions in his eyes. He weighed the appropriateness and slowly let go of his hand.

"Cough cough, cough cough."

The nigger landed on the ground, took a deep breath, gasped a few more times, and said quickly: "I'm polite, I'm polite."

Li Chenghao looked back at the elder.

Zhang Guobin nodded slightly.

He looked at the nigger and sneered: "Do you understand what you just said?"

"I know."

"I understand." The nigger said in Chinese with a southern accent, "Thank you, Wele."

Li Chenghao was stunned for a moment and then asked: "Do you know Chinese or not?"

The nigger was aggrieved: "Sir, I learned Chinese from my friend, who is of Indian descent."

"I understand."

Li Chenghao said sincerely: "You have learned Chinese from your enemies, and this is the first time you have been polite to a Chinese."

The nigger looked at him confused.

Li Chenghao patted his cheek: "Speak in English and remember to be polite next time, otherwise, I will really not be able to help but kill you."

"Yes, sir, I'm speaking in Chinese now. Excuse me, what can I do for you?" the nigger said fearfully and submissively, with a face full of pain.

Li Chenghao smiled and said: "You bumped into me, but you still asked me if I was okay?"

"Now, I want you to apologize to me."

Without hesitation, the nigger took out two handfuls of change from his pocket, knelt on the ground, raised his hands above his head: "Sir, don't kill me, the police will arrive at the scene within half an hour after you kill me, you, you

…”

"Sir, please don't kill me!"

The police in tourist areas will not show poor administrative efficiency for a black man.

The nigger was howling and crying, he was really frightened and crying.

Li Chenghao looked at the two scattered handfuls of U.S. dollars. The largest one was only ten U.S. dollars, and there were many coins among them, adding up to one or two hundred dollars.

It's really pitiful.

"Do you think I'm here to rob?"

He was a little puzzled.

Jason was also puzzled: "According to American street rules, if you surrender now and give money, the other party will not kill anyone after accepting the money..."

His hands were trembling and he was very nervous. He began to think divergently. Under the eyes of the evil tiger, he said tremblingly: "Do you want me to take you shopping?"

"Shopping?"

Li Chenghao was a little surprised again.

Jason seemed to have guessed correctly, and said firmly: "It's the kind of independent shopping in the mall without spending any money. It's the most enviable shopping method among you Chinese."

Li Chenghao was really interested: "Can you shop without spending money in a North American mall?"

"Da da."

At this time, Zhang Guobin had his hands in his suit pockets, his waist straight, and he stepped forward step by step on pointed leather shoes. He looked down at the nigger on the ground and said loudly: "Shopping without spending money is robbery, and niggas are the worst."

Those who like to loot are Chinese supermarkets."

"Because they believe that there are many illegal immigrants and illegal immigrants among the employees of Chinese supermarkets. As long as no lives are lost, Chinese businessmen are generally willing to let things go."

"It's better than robbing a luxury store and being shot to death by the police." In the 1990s, "zero-dollar shopping" had not yet become a trend, and it was generally considered a crime among North American citizens.

Different from the craziness of "zero-yuan shopping" after the 10s, the current number of participants in "zero-yuan shopping" is not large enough, mainly because luxury stores that meet the requirements have not yet blossomed everywhere, and the global second-hand luxury goods market is not sound.

Without a market, it is difficult for an industry to develop.

The government also adopts an active crackdown and proactive law enforcement attitude, so that black people who buy for zero dollars may lose their lives.

Stealing cash, drinks, and merchandise from Chinese supermarkets.

Makes people richer.

Li Chenghao smiled evilly and said: "Hehehe, it turns out that this is how you shop, then I can collect the money for the boss again."

"You, what do you want?"

When Jason saw the new Chinese man with several armed bodyguards, he felt dangerous in his eyes.

However, Zhang Guobin raised his hand to stop Li Chenghao's next move, leaned down to straighten Jason's collar, and said softly: "I don't need anything, I just want to make friends with you."

"good."

Jason hurriedly said: "I am your friend, no, you are my big brother."

Zhang Guobin nodded, held his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Since we are friends, then do me a favor and take me to see your boss."

"I don't have a boss."

Jason cried: "I am just a homeless person who makes a living by purchasing scraps picked up by other homeless people..."

"The person who just took away your goods is your boss." Zhang Guobin smiled a little stiffly and said, "Tell me, who is the largest scrap recycler in Honolulu?"

"Buggs!"

Jason spoke up and said: "Mexicans have been doing business in Mexico for more than ten years. They started by selling hemp leaves. Later, they were defeated by their opponents in Mexico and fled to Honolulu with the money. He was a famous businessman in Mexico. Five years ago

A resource recycling center was built.”

"It is now the largest waste recycler in the state of Hawaii, almost monopolizing the market in Honolulu and adjacent cities."

Zhang Guobin nodded, raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Investigate the businessman named Bugs."

"I got it, Brother Bing."

The target boy took out a mobile phone, glanced sideways at the nigger, and made a call: "Check Bugs' background. He's in the scrap business in Honolulu."

"receive."

Dagong Tang has a huge network of connections in Honolulu. If you need to investigate a person, you can directly retrieve the police file. If you want to have afternoon tea with the Governor of Hawaii, you can also arrange a restaurant immediately.

three minutes.

"Didi." The call back rang.

Target Boy picked up the mobile phone and pressed the answer button: "Buggs was born in the slums of Monterey, Mexico. He had his first criminal record at the age of 8. He became the boss of a local gang at the age of 23. He now lives in Leon Hills, Honolulu."

"Seven years ago, I smuggled myself to North America and started to get involved in the waste recycling business. Now the company is quite large and has been cleaned up. There are still some gangsters around me who were involved in the crime."

"Right now he is smoking cigars and drinking red wine at the Laon Cigar Bar with several business figures."

"Any more?"

The person on the phone shook his head: "No more."

"This is not a good person."

The target boy hung up the phone and raised his head forward: "Brother Bing, Bugs is at Laiang Cigar Bar. He lives in Leon Mountain Residence. He is not a good person."
To be continued...