In the United States, in San Francisco, there is a special building in Chinatown, New York. This building can be inconspicuous and can be located in a remote alley, but in Chinatown, just ask a question by one person and you can quickly reach that building.

The Chinese Association Hall is not an individual in Chinatown, and it belongs to the entire Chinatown. It is managed by the most famous group of people in Chinatown. The merchants operated in Chinatown pay a "membership fee" of varying amounts to the association every month. During festivals every year, the association organizes everyone to beat drums, gongs, gongs, dragons and lions.

This place is often the first stop for many Chinese who are surviving in the United States after entering Chinatown. No matter rich or poor, they can get free food and accommodation here. If they are willing, the club will also come forward to help find relatives and work. In short, most people in Chinatown have received favors here. Later, they settled in Chinatown and naturally they were happy to pay the membership fee, so as to benefit their compatriots later.

In the west wing courtyard of the backyard of the China Association of Chinatown, although this person was at dinner, there were no people coming and going and greeting each other in the past. Two white lamps were hung on the porch of the hall, and people wearing mourning clothes were coming and going in and out. White cloth and white flowers were hung at the doors of each house, and the silence in the courtyard was as quiet as death.

In the sacrificial shed in the West Chamber, there was a copper-headed lion dancing on the table, and then it was facing up. Gao Lan Bai Candle Sacrifice table, offerings and spiritual seats were placed.

Several strong young men knelt on the left and right sides of the spirit seat, and the fire paper was burning in the brazier to dispel the chill in the courtyard at this time.

Sitting on the threshold, Zhao Niansun sucked, and the iron lion that passed by suddenly became silent in the past two days as if he had changed his body. He looked up at his father's tablet and sighed again.

Twenty years ago, my father had a lawsuit, and he fled to Jinshan after he had no law. Later, he opened a Zhao family class in Chinatown, and later went to Mexico again. There were many Chinese people in that place, but there was no lion dance class. His business has been pretty good in the past few decades.

Originally, when his father was alive, he thought to earn more money and go home after saving enough travel expenses. However, in May last year, when he was taking over the life of Torreon, he encountered a rebellion. After the federal troops guarding the city were outnumbered and retreated, the rebels advanced into Torreon.

From the beginning, the mob and rebels vented their anger on the Chinese. They flocked to the commercial area where Chinese shops were concentrated, looted and destroyed the shops, chased the Chinese people everywhere on the streets, robbed them of valuable things, and then stripped the clothes of the dead and slaughtered the bodies.

The mobs and soldiers who wanted to rob the victims with Mexican scythes chopped the bodies of the victims, and threw the chopped heads and limbs on the streets. A small group of Mexican cavalry drove to the outskirts of Torreon, drove the Chinese vegetable farmers there to a nearby slaughterhouse, shot them collectively on the spot, and then trampled their bodies under horse's hooves.

If it weren't for the thirty and a half-year-old young man in the Zhao family that day, I was afraid... But my father was still shot and his body was getting worse day by day after he was shot. After finally coming to the United States, my father was still unable to hold on!

The big wax pole walked to the headmaster, looked at the headmaster's sad face, and then spoke.

"Class master, the old head teacher wanted to go back to his hometown even in his dreams. Now the old head teacher has left. Otherwise, let's follow the method that Uncle Quan said."

As soon as the words of the Big Wax Bar fell, Wei Laoyong, who had been silent on the side, suddenly raised his head and said sternly.

"What are you talking about? When you were begging for food, the old headmaster took you in. Otherwise, you would have been frozen to death. Now, the old headmaster is dead. You, a thing that doesn't know how to repay your kindness, thinks to sign the old headmaster's animal and send the old headmaster home. Is there anyone who is your apprentice like this?"

Hearing this, the big wax pole felt a heat in front of her eyes, and tears suddenly flowed down.

"I, I don't want to do it either. We can't let Master bury him in the territory of foreign devils and be an orphan—"

Zhao Niansun, who had never spoken, ate the tobacco pipe and looked at his junior brothers.

"Stop fighting, isn't it just...!"

At the end of the conversation, Zhao Niansun still swallowed it.

It's nothing, it's one thousand dollars. This is the price of foreign passenger ships returning to China. This price is simply the money for Chinese people in Chinatown. In the United States, only Chinese people will send coffins back to their hometowns after they die.

I don’t know how many people couldn’t afford the money, so they had to burn the ancestors’ bodies with a torch, put them in copper jars, and ship them home with postage. Otherwise, they would have to pay another twenty dollars when passing the customs.

If it were two thousand dollars, the Zhao family could also take out the money, but after Torreon escaped, the war was chaotic and running around, so what money would there be? If it weren't for the Chinese Association, I would be afraid that the Zhao family would have to starve to death in the United States.

The rays of light of the sunset reflected in from the sunny windows on both sides of the house door. A girl in a mourning uniform was sitting on a chair. The sunset passing through the window shone on her long black silk hair, emitting a light luster, making her skin look white and transparent. The pink lips were as soft as cherry blossoms, especially those eyes, which seemed to accumulate all the spiritual energy in the world, deep like a clear spring, crystal clear and pure.

Although she was wearing a linen mourning clothes, she couldn't hide her delicate and convex curves. Her slender waist was not enough to hold her, and her tall and perky breasts rose and fell with her breathing. This mourning clothes made her look like a beautiful and elegant white orchid, emitting a relentless spiritual energy, and had a beauty that made people want to take it for themselves but dare not easily blaspheme.

Zhao Qi, who had been crying and speechless since his grandfather's death, looked up at the sunset. His eyes were covered with blood, and his face as flawless as white jade was full of sadness.

"Why……"

Listening to the words of her father and others outside the house, Zhao Qi couldn't help but sigh. If she had no money, hey... After another sigh, Zhao Qi held her chin with her hand and looked out the window. As a girl, she found that she was really useless. At this time, not only could she not help the family, but she also became a burden to the family.

"I don't know if he can..."

As she muttered to herself, she once again turned her eyes to the news as big as a palm in the newspaper.

Taking a sip of coffee, Li Zicheng smiled and looked at the young man who broke in recklessly. This person was really interesting. When he came to the hotel to find him, he opened his mouth and said something.

"Sir, please lend me three thousand dollars!"

What a big tone! But I like the spirit of him, I am honest.

Looking at the young man with a honest face, putting down the coffee cup in his hand, Li Zicheng asked back.

"I have money, but the question is, you and I have never met each other, why did I lend it to you!"

ah……

After a moment of silence, Zhao Pingpu really didn't know what he should say, this was three thousand dollars.

"My life!"

Looking at the young master drinking coffee in front of him, Zhao Pingpu gritted his teeth and said a harsh word.

It was my sister who saw this person in the newspaper. She wanted to come to him for the wrong money. A girl came to borrow money from a stranger she had never known before. How could someone borrow it? Maybe she could take advantage of it.

Finally, after stopping his sister, he looked at the sad faces of his father and others, he ran over, but when faced with the question asked by this gentleman, he had no idea. He didn't seem to know how to answer except his own life.

"As long as you lend me three thousand dollars, my life will be yours from now on!"

"life!"

He stared at him for a few times. Although he was wearing a suit, his muscles kept his clothes very firm. After pondering for a while, Li Zicheng found that beside him, except A Si, there seemed to be only a group of foreigners recruited by Taylor in the future.

I returned to China with huge sums of money. Although China is not in chaos, it is also a society that is unstable. Is it because I am looking for death when I return to China like this? It seems that it is worth spending 3,000 US dollars to get a bodyguard.

but!

After pondering for a while, Li Zicheng asked back.

"Give me a reason!"

"gentlemen!"

Zhao Pingpu was stunned for a while but couldn't react. What was the reason, was why he needed money or why he was worth three thousand dollars.

Just when he was so stupid that he didn't know how to answer, As Si, who was beside him, looked at the man's stupid look and immediately spoke.

"Young Master means what you want that three thousand dollars to do!"

"Sir, I want money because I want to send my grandfather home, okay..."

Listening to his words, Li Zicheng understood the reason, and finally nodded and gave an order to A Si.

"Give him five thousand dollars!"

"Young Master!"

"gentlemen!"

Amid the surprise of A Si and Zhao Pingpu, Li Zicheng had already stood up and just left a sentence when he left the dining table.

"Get your business done, and come over!"

Everyone has their own life, but if you open your mouth, you have to sell your life to yourself. Whether such a person believes or not is untrustworthy, it still takes time to prove everything. If you exchange a person for a few thousand dollars, this business is worth a try!

What's more, I really need people, otherwise when Taylor brings people, I will just bring a bunch of foreign devils back to China to work hard.

"Return to China!"

Thinking of this word, Li Zicheng's expression tightened. What would be waiting for him on the other side of the ocean?
Chapter completed!