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Chapter 213 Xiong Hua
The white ghosts are tall and strong, running around with muscles all over their bodies. They are obviously taller and stronger than the sallow-faced Chinese next to them, and they dare to come to Xiong Hua's territory to make trouble, so they will not be cowards.

Although I don't understand what Wu Qing's thin lips mean, the white teeth exposed from under the thin lips are so dazzling!

As soon as the companions of the white ghosts fell down, their angry curses rose up one after another.

"Bitch of a son of a bitch!!!"

The kiln sister was thrown away with an "ah", and the overturned table was loosened, and the big hairy hand turned to pick up a solid wooden chair, except for the dead solid wooden chair, which was used as a weapon. , as well as broken glass bottle handles, rusty jab gloves, gleaming bayonets... The white ghosts rushed forward, sharp and rough, all aiming at Wu Qing.

The smile on Wu Qing's face was relaxed.

"what!"

The prostitutes screamed and covered their eyes, but they couldn't help leaving a gap between their fingers, worrying about this rare short-haired young man who dared to stand up for them.

The rather aggressive female bartender squatted in fright and shrank under the bar counter. She was aggressive, not brainless.

Wu Qing's stature is quite strong, which is beyond the reach of the generally short and thin "yellow worker ants". Maybe he was a martial artist from a martial arts gym before he became a credit worker on board... His confident smile is also very handsome, However, the number of opponents is several times that of him!
Her dislike... of course!

but……

"Boom!—Bang!"

Before the sharp and piercing cries of the kilns subsided, the sudden cracking of wood followed the cries.

Among the wooden thorns flying all over the sky, the women with a finger exposed clearly saw that the dead solid wooden chair was suddenly broken into several sections and was rubbed by the white ghost. The shiny half of the hand stabbed into the ground with a "do".

A swift black shadow passed through with a muffled sound of the wind, swinging away the wooden thorns, and stepped heavily on the face of the white ghost holding the chair.

It almost flattened the face of this white ghost.

"boom!"

Nosebleeds, teeth... He even flew upside down, hit the slanted wooden table with his back, and then rolled on the ground, trembling, but he couldn't get up.

Without this most important cover, the prostitutes could see clearly that the black figure was a raised leg with a pair of black cloth shoes on it. The owner of the black cloth shoes was the young man with short hair, and he bared his teeth. He smiled generously.

The battle didn't stop because of this, the rest of the white ghosts hadn't reacted to the fall of his companion, and Wu Qing's hands and feet were very nimble, almost in the next blink of an eye, Wu Qing hooked the corner of his mouth.

The whip leg waved in the air like a phantom, and there were several loud bangs.

"Bang bang bang."

Then a few figures flew back with footprints on their chests or faces.

The beams and pillars, the slanted tabletops that were overturned by the white ghosts, the chairs with their legs turned up, everything is fine, and they are already covered with unconscious white ghosts.

Whores look away when they land...

It's scary.

The white ghosts all curled up, as if the blood all over their bodies had rushed to their heads, their faces flushed, and the sweat pores on their necks protruded like goose skins that had just plucked their feathers... They were beaten too hard.

The female bartender heard something wrong under the counter. The movement was quick, but the screaming sound was too rough, like a fat pig screaming while dragging its neck, so she tentatively poked out half of her head from the counter.

As soon as his eyes emerged from the counter, he met Wu Qing, who was leaning on the counter with his elbows, and smiled at her. His thin lips showed neat and white teeth, but his knuckles kept tapping on the counter. The man dissatisfied,

"Hey, where are the sandwiches? You don't want to eat free food, do you?"

The female bartender was stunned. Two men with braids wrapped around their necks rushed down the wooden stairs on one side. They rushed down so fast that their fingers had to be dug into the cracks in the log wall to prevent their glasses from drooping. fell head down, looked at each other,
"This……"

A kiln sister who was close to them flicked a checkered handkerchief, rolled her eyes at the two of them, and spoke harshly,
"It's so slow, Artai and Ayong, when you come down, sister, my teeth are all set...the (that) handsome guy is so sharp, wow, without blinking an eyelid, seven or eight white ghosts will die branch."

Few prostitutes in the western United States have good teeth, especially Chinese prostitutes.Drunk clients often pump their fists to help prostitutes get new teeth.

Artai and Ayong's pupils shrank when he heard it, and his footsteps moved slowly.

Wu Qing glanced at them, smiled indifferently,

"Boss Xiong is willing to see me?"

Artai and Ayong looked at each other, walked down, and came to Wu Qing's face, his face was tense, and he clasped his fists heavily.

"Mister, I have offended you. Forgive my brother for being blind. You can't see Taishan with your eyes. You are a bastard who pretends to be a hero with real fists and feet. You have great skills. We admire you from the bottom of our hearts. Here is an apology for you!"

Wu Qing clasped his fists in return, "Don't be polite, we are all compatriots, and it is right to help each other."

Artai and Ayong were taken aback when he heard that, as for how much Wu Qing believed in his words... let's adapt to local conditions.

Artest cupped his hands again, "Boldly ask for advice?"

"Wu Qing, just call me Ah Qing." Wu Qing smiled heartily.

"Don't dare, Wu Sheng, this way please." The two of them turned sideways to the stairs and put on a gesture of invitation.

(In Guangdong Province, Mr. is generally referred to as "Sheng" for short. For example, Mr. Wu is Wu Sheng.)
Wu Qing nodded happily, and said to the female bartender who was busy at the counter,
"A glass of boiled water, ten sandwiches, here you go, thank you."

The bartender hurriedly responded.

Wu Qing was also polite, and jumped ahead of the two men, before going up the stairs, suddenly turned around, glanced at the scene of the tavern, and said kindly,

"I won't cause you any trouble, will I?"

Artest said hastily, "Wu Sheng was joking, they came to our Boss Xiong's territory to make trouble, and if they can lie down and go out, they are lucky."

Ayong glanced at the unconscious red necks, and said contemptuously, "It's just a few white ghost laborers who came here to make a surprise attack while Brother Ding and Kui were taking people out on business, and they deserved the beating... Wu Just relax, our boss will settle it easily."

Wu Qing smiled, turned around and walked up the stairs without saying a word.

Don't look at what these two people said so easily, but Wu Qing kept his hand, no one died, if someone was really going to die, these two might have a look of plague on their faces.

But having said that, capitalism, even if it has racial inclinations, but Xiong Hua, who has more than 3000 Chinese workers, is definitely more valuable to the profit-seeking Central Pacific Railway Company than a few white workers.

Huagong is the bottom of this camp, but the boss of Huagong is not like that.

Going up to the stairs from the second floor to the third floor, Artest passed Wu Qing's side, apologized, and knocked on the door of the office.

"Bossy, Wu Sheng, please come up."

"Come in."

A thick voice.

Artest pushed open the door, went in first, bypassed Lao Ji, and walked to his boss to whisper a few words.

Ah Yong held the door and said to Wu Qing, "Please, Mr. Wu."

Wu Qing first looked at Xiong Hua's appearance when he entered the door.

Slightly bald forehead, thick eyebrows, beard like steel needles, even ears are covered.Huggy, the gray suit is propped up high, and with thick lips, there is a domineering temperament.

As the first group of people from the "Siyi" who came to the United States to pan for gold, Xiong Hua was in the gold panning town of California. During the first census of Auburn Town in 1860, the occupation column was written as "miner". Only 29 years old.

But only two years later, the 31-year-old Xiong Hua became the leader of the Chinese who accounted for 30% of the population in Auburn Township.The middle story is not narrated.

Perhaps it depends more on personal ability and charm, but bloody stories are absolutely indispensable in the process...

There is no "jianghu" in the United States, but in the wild and lawless west, "Underworld (underworld)" is absolutely indispensable.

And two years later, Xiong Hua Labor Service Company was established as the largest labor service partner of the Central Pacific Railway Company.

At this time, Xiong Hua listened to Artest's report, and looked at Wu Qing with a little surprise, but he calmed down immediately, stood up to meet Wu Qing, and asked his subordinates to withdraw by the way, so that Artest took Lao Ji out together.

Lao Ji was a little confused, but Wu Qing's expression was stable, so he didn't say much, gave Wu Qing a "careful" look, and went out.

No one catered to anyone, Xiong Hua walked towards Wu Qing, and Wu Qing also walked towards Xiong Hua.

Xiong Hua stretched out his big hand and said with a hearty smile,
"My humble Xiong Hua, I haven't thanked Wu Sheng for his righteous act."

Wu Qing held Xiong Hua's palm, "You're welcome."

"Sit." The palms of the two split as soon as they touched, and Xiong Hua stretched out his hand towards the chair that Lao Ji was sitting on before.

Wu Qing turned his eyes away from the moose head and buffalo head decorations on the wall, and he followed the good advice, but after Xiong Hua sat down opposite him, he suddenly said,
"Boss Xiong, I practice martial arts, so I can't hide my blunt words. Please forgive me. I think Boss Xiong's braids have been cut?"

Xiong Hua was taken aback for a moment, but soon "haha" laughed,
"Wu Sheng is different, so why ask me?"

"I'm different."

"Oh?" Xiong Hua became interested, "What's the difference?"

Wu Qing didn't say what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, so he replied solemnly, "I don't have so many 'braided soldiers' to take care of."

Xiong Hua laughed again, "That's right, if you want to convince the public, at least on the outside, you have to make it look like I'm with my subordinates... But this is the United States, and many old experiences don't work.

It's not that my subordinates don't want to cut their braids, they are afraid of how tiring dragging a big braid is. "

Wu Qing frowned, "What are you afraid of?"

"Rumours. The Chinese workers said that American magicians cast a spell on this construction site. If anyone cuts their braids, they will cut off their souls. The Americans will press these braids under the railway, under a railroad track." Press a braid. A braid is a soul, and a soul is a strong man."

Xiong Hua said cheerfully, he looks a bit silly, but whoever takes him for a fool, that person is a fool.

"They foolishly said that the train was made of pure pig iron and weighed tens of millions of catties. It didn't drink water, and it didn't eat grass. It was able to run so fast, it all depended on the strong souls of each one."

Wu Qing echoed, "It's really stupid..."

Xiong Hua suddenly said, "Wu Sheng said he speaks straight, but why is he being so obsessive? If Wu Sheng has something to say, he might as well say it straight."

When someone interrupted his words, Wu Qinghun leaned back indifferently, and smiled with interest,
"It's nothing, I just want to ask Boss Xiong whether he believes in gods, such as Daogong, Mazu, Doumu, etc... If not, what do you believe in?"

"What kind of Daogong Mazu's, there is no spirit at all, how can people believe it?" Xiong Hua took a deep look at Wu Qing, "Not only the gods of Qianguo, but also the gods of the United States, I just believe in one." Seven points depend on hard work'."

Wu Qing was a little curious, "Then I sent someone to let Laoji do a fortune telling..."

Xiong Hua shrugged, "I can't help it. The people under my command believe it. If they don't find a god to worship, they can't do things with peace of mind..."

"Oh." Wu Qing seemed to be stunned, but he felt a bit of a headache secretly. After some conversations, he realized that he couldn't fool Xiong Hua with the way he fooled Lao Ji before, but Wu Qing still said,

"Did Lao Ji say who I am before?"

Under Xiong Hua's bearded face, there is no recklessness, and the tone is quite sincere, and it will not make people get angry after hearing it.
"The old guitar said that you are a 'big man', but I'm sorry to say it bluntly, hold up the flag of a heavenly general, make a clever plan, and deceive those foolish men and women, if you can really make some big money and small money, enjoy a big blessing and a small blessing, save a lifetime There is nothing wrong with the days of the gods, but I think Wu Sheng has traveled across the ocean to come here..."

Xiong Hua stood up and went to his desk to get a cigar, cut off the end of the cigar as if no one else was there, lit it, put it in his mouth, sat down on the edge of the table, took a sip, and moved the cigar from his mouth with his index finger and ring finger Open, exhaled a mouthful of smoke, this set is done, and then said,
"In Qianguo, you can't even pretend to be like this. America, who came to civilization, still wants to pretend? Let me tell you, save it. But I heard Artest say that Wu Sheng is very skilled? I don't know where Wu Sheng is. If I don't feel comfortable working in the former owner's house, I wonder if you are interested in changing the door?"

Wu Qing was silent for a long time, calm and calm, no emotion could be seen on his face, but in Xiong Hua's eyes, this was no different from putting on airs, trying to think of something, or... if his brain was sharp enough, he should be considering his own opinion right?
I heard from Artest that this young man was really sharp, knocking down seven or eight white ghosts downstairs in the blink of an eye.

Xiong Hua really wanted to recruit.As for the sarcasm first, and then soliciting, it is just a way to gain the upper hand in the negotiation, and he has long been used to doing so.

Wu Qing sat on the chair and was speechless for a while, feeling amused.It's so fucking rare that I didn't cut the knot with a knife, but instead I was reprimanded and recruited in turn, asking him to be a little...

Come on.Wu Qing licked his lips.Or just point it down.

As for the subordinates who fear power and do not surrender, they may not handle things carefully, be inappropriate, or even directly betray the water, Wu Qing is too lazy to think about it.

Just when Wu Qing was going to threaten her directly with her dharma body, there was a knock on the door of the office, Artest hurriedly opened the door,
"Boss, Brother Kui has gone mad again, and he wants to fight the ghost!"

"What?" Xiong Hua's face darkened.

Sitting Wu Qing frowned.

(End of this chapter)