America 1881: They Call Me Legend

After the death of Zong Wenkai, Yan Qingshan and Zha Dongxiong, those three halls have basically been abolished.

Chen Jianqiu reintegrated them together and adjusted the internal structure.

Don't touch things that shouldn't be touched.

If it is said that it was forced to do this because of livelihood.

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 it, the hall will help you quit it, if you can’t quit it, I’m sorry, you can either fend for yourself or go back to the other side of the ocean.

Order in Chinatown needs to be rebuilt.

What should be done should be done, and what should be said should be clearly stated.

The reason why Chen Jianqiu was not the head of this hall was very simple.

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

Now ZGT actually has the final say on him.

Just like in New Mexico, it really doesn't matter if you are the hall master or not.

Chen Jianqiu is neither a white way nor a gangster.

But he is black and white.

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

Chen Jianqiu needs to train a qualified agent.

This person can't be poor, otherwise he won't be able to take over such a big business, and the most important thing is to be a righteous person like Holly.

But so far, he has not found such a person.

It's a pity that time waits for no one, and Chen Jianqiu can't spend it 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 dismissing all the people from the guild hall and ZGT, Chen Jianqiu leaned on a 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, took out his wallet from the drawer, and put it in his pocket.

"Four Blessings! Eat!" He shouted towards the door.

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

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

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

The two walked out of the gate of the Chinese Federation.

They strolled along the street in front of the guild hall.

Because Chen Jianqiu doesn't show up often.

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

However, from the words that drift past my ears from time to time, I can always hear the words "Chen Zongdong".

They're talking about the new Chinatown master, blowing him up.

Regarding these, Chen Jianqiu just smiled.

"Chen Ji barbecued pork?" Li Sifu raised his head and read to the plaque of a restaurant, "Boss, when will you open another restaurant?"

"Do you think I look like someone who can cook barbecued pork?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at Li Sifu.

But since fate is here, why not go in and have a look.

The two turned into the restaurant.

It was time for dinner, and there were a lot of people in the restaurant.

Most of them are Chinese.

Only at the door, sat a few white men with drooping clothes, wolfing down the rice in the bowl.

These few people don't know how to use chopsticks, so they pick and pull directly with their hands, which is quite unsightly.

Chen Jianqiu and Li Sifu found a side table and sat down.

"Are these people reincarnated from starvation?" Li Sifu glanced at the white people sideways and said with contempt.

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak.

These few white people don't look like decent people. They may come to the Chinese restaurant in Chinatown for more than just eating.

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

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

He looked up and it was a guy.

However, this guy has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his figure doesn't look thick, but he is quite strong.

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

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

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

"The whole Chinatown knows you, Mr. Chen." The man said, respectful but without loss of proportion, "I am also a member of the ZGT main hall. When you cleaned up those three scumbags that day, I was also there, but I was in the back row."

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

The guy giggled and said, "Look at the name, of course it's barbecued pork rice."

He took the cloth from his shoulders, bent over to clean the table, and said:
"Our owner's char siu is passed down from the ancestors. It is selected from the top shoulder pork, supplemented with a secret char siu sauce, marinated overnight, and then roasted the next day."

"Put it on a fork, put it in the oven, and bake it for half an hour. When the gravy drips out, take it out, and then spread the sauce made of honey, maltose, rice wine, starch, etc., and continue to bake for a few minutes until it comes out. Oil."

"This tastes like a layer of fat meat and a layer of lean meat. The meat has been roasted so soft and tender that it almost melts in the mouth. The skin is crispy with a little burnt black. The taste is juicy and smooth, with a bit of chewiness and some sweetness. .”

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

"Then let's have a taste of two." Chen Jianqiu rubbed his hands together and said with a smile, "The kettle is here, go get busy."

"Okay, you wait a moment." The man straightened up, walked towards the guests on the other side, and shouted at the back kitchen while walking, "Two servings of crispy char siew 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 all his boss's subordinates are like him, I'm afraid they won't be able to sell food."

Chen Jianqiu drank plain water and nodded in agreement.

The char siu rice was served quickly.

The appearance and the buddy said that the score is not bad, and the fragrance is tangy.

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

However, just as the two were tasting the barbecued pork rice in front of each other, a sound of quarreling came from the direction of the door.

It was the white guys and another guy in the shop who were arguing.

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

"You haven't paid your meal money yet, so you can't leave." The child stopped those white people.

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

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

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

"No! You haven't paid me, so you can't leave!" the child said stubbornly.

The white-skinned hooligan who pushed him looked very upset, and walked towards the child, wanting to teach this little bastard who didn't know what to do.

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

Chen Jianqiu pouted in the direction of the door.

The guy who cleaned the table for them just now was standing in front of the door:
"If you eat here, you have to pay, no matter who you are!" the guy said loudly.

The white men were taken aback at first, but when they realized that only the guy was walking, they immediately showed a rascal look.

"We don't have any money!" The leading white man said happily, "What can you do to us?"

The guy's fists 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 loudly at his companions behind him.

The group of white people didn't leave, they all surrounded him and surrounded the guy.

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

They were not far away, about ten steps away.

"Those white skins are no match for that guy."

Chen Jianqiu continued to taste his barbecued pork rice.

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

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