America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 448 Negotiations at Guandi Temple
There are many clubs in San Francisco Chinatown, but the biggest one is ZGT, an overseas branch of HM.

The scale of ZGT is very large, with more than 4500 members.

They have almost monopolized the interests in Chinatown.

But Chinese associations have always had several problems.

One is the nest, and the other is that the divisions between the various halls are very serious.

Ever since a famous boss in the main hall passed away, the people below felt that they were doing well again.

So 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.

Where there is competition for interests, there will be gang disputes, and the various churches often cooperate and fight against each other.

Of course, beatings and killings often occur, and it is not uncommon for limbs to be lost and heads to be lost.

The business they focus on is full of 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 make trouble in Chinatown, they don't even want to look at it.

It's better for these Chinese to kill themselves, and it will 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 associations, and even hold very important positions on both sides.

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

under his connection.

The hall masters of the three largest halls, Binggongtang, Baoliangtang, and Ruiduantang, were finally willing to meet the new general manager of the Chinese Association.

They heard that this new general manager is very rich.

The Ningyang Guild Hall was extremely lively on this day, 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 grand master chairs in front of Master Guan, one ignored the other.

A bowl of tea was placed in front of each of them.

The smell of tea and the smell of smoke in the house are mixed together, and there is an indescribable smell.

The younger brothers of the three people's respective clubs stood behind their boss' chairs, and they were clearly separated from each other.

At this time, everyone's eyes stopped on Chen Jianqiu who was in the center of the room.

Chen Jianqiu was wearing a black silk mandarin jacket, holding a stick of incense above his head.

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

"Boss Chen, what is the purpose of calling us today?"

A bald head couldn't bear it anymore, and asked first.

This man is called Zong Wenkai, the head of the Binggong Hall. He is of a very orthodox background. He is a hooligan on the other side of the ocean. After coming to San Francisco, he joined ZGT.

Since entering the door just now, the young man in front of him has been silent, not knowing what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd.

This made him very uncomfortable.

"That's right, Boss Chen, if you call us here, you can't just come for tea, right?"

The other dwarf spoke too.

This person is the head of Baoliang Hall, named Cha Dongxiong, who was originally a fish seller, his appearance and name did not match, he was thin and short, so he was nicknamed "Shrimp Boy".

However, he was famous for being ruthless, and 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 no choice but to speak.

An old man with a white beard stood up from the 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."

Ruiduantang Yan Qingshan is the oldest of the three, and also the most tempered.

When he went up to the second floor before, he found that the new general manager of the Chinese Association was actually a young man under the age of 30, and he was quite contemptuous.

In addition, Chen Jianqiu kept silent.

The old man's heart was already furious.

Who is Yan Qingshan?When Huang Yongren comes, he has to give him some face. What kind of spectacle are you, a brat?

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

"Three, I plan to open a hotel at 56 Kearney Street, but I'm not familiar with the place, so I don't know which one 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 his steps, and sat back in his grand master's chair.

It is not uncommon to open a hotel in Chinatown. Although the outside environment is not good, there are still many Chinese businessmen traveling between oceans to do business.

But this position is a bit subtle.

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

Regarding the ownership of this place, if it is clear, the three halls will not meet each other from time to time.

"Boss Chen, it's under the hood of justice. If you need anything, just ask me." The 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, "The relationship is good, and I will trouble you for the follow-up."

"Snapped!"

Yan Qingshan slapped the coffee table beside him.

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

"Baldhead, when is it your turn to talk here? When did you cover that place? Did you find the ears that your bastards lost at the door of the laundry?"

Yan Qingshan was like a bucket of gunpowder, ignited at one point, and angrily rebuked at the bald head.

Zong Wenkai was exposed to failure, and immediately jumped up from his chair:

"Old man! Last time you raped me and drugged my people, do you dare to confront me head-on this time?"

The dwarf Zha Dongxiong on the side looked gloomy, looking at the two opponents who were at war with swords, without saying a word, thinking about something in his heart.

The other one who didn't say a word was Chen Jianqiu.

He stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the two yelling at each other.

Soon, the quarrel between the two gradually turned into a verbal battle between the two gangs, which tended to escalate gradually.

The younger brothers on both sides have already started pushing each other face to face.

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

Cha Dongxiong, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said, "This is Guandi Temple!"

This sentence temporarily stopped the quarrel between the two sides.

"Otherwise, both of you make an appointment to fight, and whoever wins will occupy the land." The dwarf said after taking a sip of tea.

"'Xiamizi' makes sense, so tomorrow! I want to see what you bastards can do!" Yan Qingshan said, pointing at the bald nose.

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

Chen Jianqiu still didn't say a word.

"By the way, Boss Chen, your hotel is so big, so you probably need some goods?" The dwarf suddenly remembered something and asked, "Would you like to come from me, my price is the cheapest in San Francisco. "

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

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

"Boss Chen! You are so humorous, do you really know how to do business? In Chinatown, that is the most profitable thing! How can there be a restaurant in Chinatown that doesn't do this?"

The dwarf laughed and laughed, "You don't know whether it's us or those dignitaries, everyone likes this!"

Chen Jianqiu didn't make a sound, but turned around again.

The three hall masters no longer want to talk to this idiot-like person.

This guy doesn't know anything, and he really doesn't know how to make so much money.

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

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

They must die!Just tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)