Siheyuan: My Northeastern Farmhouse

Chapter 431 Not Welcome

"Two dollars!" The bartender yawned lazily.

He didn't believe that the stingy Chinese who only drank boiled water would spend money that could last for 1-2 days on a glass of beer.

Gu Weijun was stunned, but he didn't take it seriously. Isn't it normal for Americans to be lazy? He took out 5 dollars and put it on the bar and knocked it.

Oh, are you really willing to give it up?

The waiter took a glass of beer and brought it over as quickly as possible to prevent the big yellow man from going back on his word.

After placing the beer in front of Gu Weijun, he was about to collect the money, but Gu Weijun pointed his finger on the banknote. The waiter tugged on the banknote, but he didn't move. He looked stunned. I've even brought you the beer, and you still dare not want it. ?
He didn't dare to fight. The opponent was too tall. Just as he was about to say something sarcastic, he heard Gu Weijun say leisurely: "I want to ask you something, and the rest is just a tip."

The waiter's eyes lit up, and a flattering smile appeared instantly, "Of course, sir, I am happy to serve you."

Gu Weijun nodded with satisfaction, loosened his fingers, picked up the glass and took a sip. Yes, it was not bad, with a pure malty aroma. He gave a thumbs up: "A very good beer, rich in malty aroma."

"Of course, this is our best beer in Lowell." The waiter was very proud, "And I knew what you were going to do when I saw a face like yours?"

Seeing that the waiter had dropped his guard and started talking to him after being praised by him, Gu Weijun started to ask: "Oh? Why?"

"Of course it's for the pride of our Lowell, Mr. Wang!" The waiter's attitude was very disdainful. "There are fewer people like you now. In the first few years, there were all kinds of people like you. Come and see Mr. Wang.”

"He is a relative or a fellow villager. Either he wants to borrow money? Or he wants to find a job."

"What's the result?"

The waiter shrugged, "It's still possible to find a job."

"Is that all you want to ask? I have nothing else to do."

"No," Gu Weijun stretched out a finger and shook it, "What I want to ask is how is Mr. Wang An's local charity work in Lowell?"

The waiter curled his lips when he mentioned this, "How should I put it? He has done a lot, but it has little to do with us ordinary citizens."

"Oh, what are they?"

"For example, he donated a lot of money to the performing arts center, which not only made the house beautiful, but the tickets were also expensive; he also donated money to hospitals, but he was to support disease research, not medical poverty subsidies; and he also donated money to schools , but only above high school. High school gets the least money, and college gets the most.”

"And the university isn't in Lowell."

"Hey," Gu Weijun sighed following the waiter's words, "If rich people like Wang An could donate more money in Lowell for municipal construction, then Lowell would be even better."

"That's right!" The waiter nodded in approval, "It would be better if there were more subsidies."

While talking about this, Gu Weijun just finished drinking a glass of beer. He pushed the cup and said, "Thank you for the news."

Just as Gu Weijun turned around and was about to leave the bar, two strong white men suddenly stood up and stopped him, each putting a hand on his shoulders.

Gu Weijun lowered his head slightly and stared at the two white men expressionlessly, "Hey, you two have crossed the line!" At the same time, Gu Weijun used his peripheral vision and sensors to observe the reactions of everyone in the bar, and he hesitated to speak. There are those who cannot bear it, and there are those who bow their heads and have nothing to do with themselves.

Gu Weijun understood that this was probably a local gang.

"I just heard the conversation between you and the bartender, and I think we can help you get some money from Mr. Wang An." A strong man on the left with a K-shaped tattoo on his arm spoke first.

"What if I refuse?"

The strong white man laughed arrogantly: "Haha, I don't think anyone can refuse Edward's help!" He pushed Gu Weijun hard, trying to push him to the back door of the bar.

Gu Weijun took a step back, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and asked softly: "Have you ever heard of Chinese Kung Fu?"

"What? Oh, please, don't make such a sissy sound! We have a friend who likes this the most!" Another strong white man with the Statue of Liberty tattooed on his arm sneered.

"Kung Fu!" Gu Weijun raised his voice slightly. "Tofu?" The strong white man said playfully, "I know, it's a food in Chinatown here."

Gu Weijun shook his head, "Unfortunately, it seems that none of you watch movies."

The two strong white men laughed at the same time: "Haha, of course we know, Bruce Lee, Chinese Kung Fu!"

"But it's a pity that there is only one Bruce Lee, and he's still in the movie!"

"And, sadly, he has passed away."

"I've met a lot of you yellow people, but I haven't seen a single Bruce Lee!" Before he finished speaking, the strong man with the K tattoo on his arm slapped Gu Weijun, and the strong man with the Statue of Liberty tattoo Kick directly at Gu Weijun.

Gu Weijun shook his head slightly, and at the same time, he kicked out his right foot suddenly, hitting the K-shaped man's armpit, "Click" "Ah~~~Xie Te!"

"I have broken my arm!"

Then on the way back with his right foot, he kicked the side of the strong man's knee at the Statue of Liberty with his heel. "Click" "Ah~~~Fake!"

"I have broken my leg!"

Gu Weijun watched the two strong men leisurely, one covering his arms and the other hugging his thighs. He took out a cigar from his pocket, elegantly cut off the head of the cigar, smoked it several times with a lighter, and then lit it.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Weijun leaned forward slightly in front of the strong K-shaped man and blew out the cigar smoke into his face, "Come on, tell me now, why did you two do this?"

"Otherwise," pointing to the strong man on the ground holding his legs and wailing, "I wouldn't mind letting you be like him, you can lie on the ground and do tumbling tricks happily."

"At least it would give the people in the bar a little more fun, wouldn't it?"

The strong man with the letter K is still talking harshly, "Our K Party will never let you go!"

"Unfortunately, this is not the standard answer!"

"click"

"Ah~~~~" One of the K-shaped man's legs was directly kicked off by Gu Weijun, and he was also lying on the ground wailing.

Gu Weijun ignored this, turned around and squatted next to the strong man holding his legs, biting his cigar, "He just made a wrong choice, what about you?"

The strong man hugged his legs and remained silent, even holding back his wails.

"Bang bang," Gu Weijun clapped his hands gently, "It seems that all of you in the K-party are still tough guys?"

"Ka!" Gu Weijun kicked the Statue of Liberty tattooed on his arm in the process of getting up.
"Ah~~~"

"You are a devil!"

"No, no, I'm just letting you feel what Chinese Kung Fu is. Bruce Lee's Chinese Kung Fu!"

"Which of you is willing to answer my question now? I won't be so gentle next time."

"It's Howard!"

"Yes, he said that Chinese people are the easiest to bully, they are also the richest, and they are unwilling to call the police after being robbed. They are the best targets for robbery!"

"Just robbing?"

"Yes, we were just robbing! We are not like Howard. Apart from robbing, we have never harmed any Chinese!"

"Very good, now you can tell me Howard's address."

(End of this chapter)