mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 148 Clean up Chinatown

The earlier Chinatown was called Da Tangjie.

In fact, the most prosperous era in China was the Tang Dynasty.

But Zhao Chuanxin looked at the big braids all over the street, did he have anything to do with the fucking Tang Dynasty?
If Li Shimin was alive, he would be pissed off when he saw the Chinese become like this!

Zhao Chuanxin called Yu Wenxuan, and said to him: "Since there is no police in Chinatown for the time being, you should go to the police station and stand up to manage the order here. Look at the guns, ammunition and corpses that the American soldiers who died didn't have time to take away. Clean it up and put the weapons together. Then, let your hands go down and count, which houses have been damaged, and report the loss to me."

Yu Wenxuan no longer lost the arrogance he had at the beginning, and nodded and bowed like a pug: "Okay, okay, do you have any other orders?"

"Not for the time being, go to work first, I'll wait for you at the police station."

Sure enough, Zhao Chuanxin went to the police station.

There is a step in the police station, which is quite high.He went up the steps and said to the restaurant owner opposite: "Give me four dishes, one soup, and then rice or steamed buns. Oh, by the way, don't think about poisoning me, I will kill my whole family before poisoning me!" "

Where did the boss dare to poison?
His face turned pale and he said, "No, no, it will be ready and sent to you in a while."

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the boss to call the buddy to come over with the food.

Zhao Chuanxin was also really hungry, and started to eat voraciously.

The guy next to him didn't leave, he was waiting to serve him.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped his mouth after eating, and threw out a few silver dollars: "Take it back to your boss, I don't eat for free."

Facing this killing star, the clerk showed the most sincere smile in his life, picked up the silver dollars, packed the dishes, and ran away.

Not long after, Yu Wenxuan returned with some rifles.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Put it on the weapon rack over there. How about it, has the loss statistics been calculated?"

"My people are doing it."

"speak Mandarin."

"doing."

Not long after, the losses of each family came out.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it, added them side by side on the paper, and finally took out a bag of silver dollars and handed them to Yu Wenxuan: "Send them door to door. If the dead family has relatives, they will be compensated with two hundred silver dollars. No Relatives, only friends, then don’t give it. Don’t think about corruption, there are ways to make money.”

Yu Wenxuan hurriedly said: "That won't, that won't."

Sure enough, when the house was damaged or someone died in the family, I heard that there was compensation, and it was the money paid by the killing star, so I couldn't help being grateful.

Blindly showing favor and blindly playing prestige will not work, only receiving kindness and power.

Although I don't want to admit it, humans are really a very cheap race.Not a certain country, but all mankind!

The allusion of Chaos and Dusk is actually not about monkeys, but about people.

Zhao Chuanxin took out more than a dozen revolvers: "Give these guns to your subordinates, how can a manager have no weapons? How decent is it to carry an axe, knife and fork every day?"

Yu Wenxuan was overjoyed, this time it was really a shotgun change.

With these weapons, he can walk sideways in Chinatown.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Chuanxin probably knew what he was thinking: "The layout is open, don't always stare at this three-acre land. Don't the Chinese know how to resist when they are bullied overseas? You stay here and stay here. There is a lot of trouble in the western United States, and Roosevelt must let go. The old boy likes to pretend, and I, Zhao Chuanxin, hate people who pretend."

Yu Wenxuan said: "In the past, Wang Qingfu led everyone to fight for the interests of the Chinese community. After Wang Qingfu died, there was no backbone here."

Wang Qingfu and Zhao Chuanxin also have a little understanding of this person.

In fact, this person was very contradictory. He was squeezed out by the Qing court. When he came to the United States, he was also an outsider and was not welcomed by foreigners, so he lost his own position.Looking at his life, he is just finding a position for himself.

In addition to this person, there is another person who brought the poor living conditions of overseas Chinese back to China, which caused a wave of boycotts of American goods, and that is Liang Qichao.

For Liang Qichao, Zhao Chuanxin still admires him.

He said: "You just manage this place well, don't think about being a tyrant if you have weapons. I think the Chinese community should be self-governed by the Chinese, and the management is not an exploitative layer. If you want to develop and grow in the future, you should quickly clean up."

I don't know if Yu Wenxuan listened, but just nodded blindly: "Yes, yes, I understand."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't stay here long, went to see Zhang Zehui and the others, and was about to leave.

Zhang Zehui asked pitifully: "Brother, do you ignore us?"

"Never mind, we still have to go back to the country together." Zhang Chuanxin patted her little head: "I'm going to do some errands, and we'll leave when I'm done. Don't cut the hair on this forehead, just leave it like this, and wait until the hair grows. I'll give you a new hairstyle."

In fact, the Chinese are out of tune with the locals in the United States. The big reason is that they have to wear robes and have rattails, and they can't keep up with the trend in the United States.

He bought a horse and rode out of Chinatown.

Many people here watched him leave.

At this time, San Francisco already had the appearance of a modern city and was thriving.

Zhao Chuanxin rode a horse and walked casually on the street.

He just wanted to know how the common people, the police, and the army would react when the Chinese appeared in places other than Chinatown at this time.

Sure enough, he was dressed in bright clothes, riding a tall horse, and with his obvious Chinese face, he would attract attention wherever he went.

An old white man in an apron spat on the ground: "Go back to Chinatown!"

Zhao Chuanxin drew his gun, bang!
The old man has a bullet hole in his head.

slammed to the ground.

The crowd in the street was in an uproar.

A moment later, there were policemen running towards us in the distance.

They all rode horses.

The western United States benefited from the original western development, and there are many horses here.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigar and lit it, and waited leisurely for them to be within range, then took out the Madsen machine gun and started shooting.

Killing a good person will never be wronged!

These policemen were wiped out before they were ready!

Zhao Chuanxin laughed

After speaking, the horse continued to run.

In front, the owner of a restaurant came out with a rifle, ready to shoot Zhao Chuanxin.

boom!
Zhao Chuanxin's bullets arrived first.

He swaggered forward like this, and no one dared to stop him.

In the evening, state troopers came to investigate.

"What does that Chinese person look like?"

"He had a heavy but neatly trimmed beard, was off his horse, but was supposed to be tall, about 6ft 1in, 180-190lbs, wearing a long black woolen coat, with denim Cap, his hair is different from other Chinese, he looks very handsome. No braids, middle hair, and unshaved front hair. His English is not very fluent, and he has a southern accent. As long as people who discriminate against Chinese , he would shoot straight away."

State trooper: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin would not understand how his Chinglish was misunderstood as a southern accent.

He had left the city and was laying in wait for the Nevada troops on their way to San Francisco.

Because he found the Yankee who went there to tip off the news.

Sure enough, the next day, a team of state troopers came in a hurry.

They were in a daze on the way when they were ambushed by gunmen behind a boulder...

(End of this chapter)