Volume 2: The crown and the hat are all over the capital, and the spirit is full of energy and enter the foggy city Chapter 97 Haidilao (I)
Subtitle of this chapter: The biggest hatred in my life is that the BGM is all Cantonese style!
Tuesday, March 15, 1931.
Year of Xinyou, month of Xinmao, day of Dingchou.
Auspicious: offering sacrifices, making promises, accepting marriage proposals, building and breaking ground. Unsuitable: setting up the bed, burying the deceased, removing mourning clothes, putting on mourning clothes and moving the coffin.
"squeak……"
With the sound of brakes, a car stopped in front of the An Liang Building in Chinatown.
Mr. John McCall, who was the driver himself, looked at the ferocious Chinese in front of the building, turned back and asked worriedly: "Neo, do you want me to go in with you?"
Today our Master Yuan's outfit is very unusual, and it is completely different from his previous high-class Chinese style.
He was wearing a long gown made of shiny black silk with a dark bat pattern. His cuffs were turned up to reveal the snow-white lining. On his feet were a pair of black satin thousand-layer boots, and a black cloak with a red bottom.
Look at him again, he is wearing a black tweed hat, his hair inside the hat is combed meticulously with hair oil, and he is also wearing a pair of tortoiseshell round-frame sunglasses.
As the saying goes, if a man wants to be handsome, he should be dressed in soap. If a woman wants to be pretty, she should not wear a bra... well, she should be dressed in mourning.
The handsome guy with 17 points of charm and this all-black outfit is even more powerful than Xu Wenqiang and even more powerful than Hua Yingxiong. The three tycoons of Shanghai are only worthy of being his followers.
“ Cough cough cough…”
Yuan Yan suddenly took out a piece of snow-white silk handkerchief from her sleeve, covered her mouth with it and coughed softly, then picked it up and took a look, and immediately frowned...
Oh my god, shouldn't there be a hint of red on the snow-white handkerchief? !
Really, a pretty boy like me should have tuberculosis, bleeding gums, or other diseases that cause him to vomit blood frequently.
Forget it, it’s my fault that I now have a physical fitness of 18 points.
"Forget it, John." Master Yuan tucked his handkerchief into his sleeve and said calmly. "The scene is so big today because Situ Longtou is in charge. There will be no danger. I can go in by myself."
That’s right, he dressed up like this not to COSPLAY a gangster from the Republic of China, but to meet an American gangster.
Five days ago, when the Hongqi Laowu couple came to eat, they told him that the leader of the Anliang General Hall, Situ Meitang, would arrive in New York soon. And the day before yesterday, he actually received a message from this big boss.
You know, this time the visit to the big dragon head is much more formal than the first time to talk to the red flag old five. Last year's was called "paying respects to the wharf", but now it is "entering the incense hall".
Paying respect to the pier means that when Hongmen disciples pass by other people's territory or come to do business, they say hello to the local brothers. The Hongmen hall in this place should do its best to be a good host and help as much as possible.
And breaking into the Xiangtang means that this Hongmen disciple will also become a local tyrant. If he can pass, he will have the power to open his own gate at this pier.
Of course, if Master Yuan really wanted to open his own sect, it would not be enough to worship Anliangtang. There are other Hongmen sects in New York, such as Xieshengtang, the earliest sect in North America. Xiesheng Club is the external name of this sect.
The huge fuss before Anliang Building today is not to welcome the sage Second Master of Nintendo, but to protect the important members of Anliang Hall.
You have to know that the Hongmen in North America and the other branches outside the Hongmen were not harmonious at that time. They fought endlessly for various reasons. There were frictions and conflicts among the Chinese branches in almost every city. This is called "tang fighting".
Before the Xinhai Revolution, when the Qing Dynasty was still alive, the Chinese community in the United States was split into two factions: the pro-monarchy and the revolutionary faction. The pro-monarchy party slandered the revolutionary groups such as Zhigongtang and Anliangtang as "thugs", and the latter naturally called the former "Tartar slaves". The two sides constantly competed for the leadership of overseas Chinese newspapers, schools and communities in various places.
In 1908, when Wu Yanfang, then Chinese ambassador to the United States, was inspecting Boston's Chinatown, he was besieged and nearly beaten by members of the Zhi Gong Tang. Later, several of Kang Nanhai's disciples founded the Datong Daily in Los Angeles, but as soon as the newspaper opened, someone rushed in and smashed it to pieces, and they almost lost their lives.
However, after 1927, the style of painting suddenly changed.
As we all know, the purge of the Cannon Party was not just for one group. The local tyrants and evil gentry who "joined the party suddenly" in various places could not tell who was their own and who was not... well, they were not willing to tell the difference at all. At that time, some people were killed as rebels just because they wore a Zhongshan suit and used an ink pen, just like the "Boxer Rebellion". After three or four equals twelve, there is no Cannon Party, which is really not a slander.
The children of overseas Chinese who returned home naturally had the strongest "Western flavor" and were naturally killed most brutally.
Many of them were outstanding young people sent to China by Zhi Gong Tang and An Liang Tang. As a result, they had a blood feud with Chuan Lin Bei Tui, believing that the gang in China had betrayed the wishes of Shuang Hua Hong Gun. They were even unwilling to hang the flag of the Blue Sky, White Sun and Red Earth, which led to the Zhi Gong Party and that guy hitting it off.
This kind of political struggle is still reliable. The reasons for some societies to fight are simply hilarious. For example, the leader of a society is named Guan, so he thinks that another society led by Zhou should listen to him. Because Zhou Cang was Guan Yu's follower who carried a sword. The two families started fighting.
The most shameful and most likely to cause "fights" are the scum among the Chinese, the "chufan" who are willing to be the lackeys of the foreigners. They specifically collude with American police and gangsters to harm their own compatriots.
A common method is to force the owners of Chinese shops to transfer their businesses to themselves at low prices. If they are unwilling, they will use local health, taxation, fire protection and other departments to force these small businesses to comply.
Some Chinese passports are not clean, so the "Chufan" team up with the Immigration Bureau to exploit these compatriots.
At the beginning of the 20th century, there were no less than 60 fights in major and minor churches, and more than 200 Chinese people died in the New York area in the east United States, and more than 100 people died in Los Angeles in the west United States. More than 20 people were arrested and sentenced to death by Americans.
"Neo, why don't you get out of the car?" Mr. McCall asked curiously.
Yuan Yan suddenly said in surprise: "John, with my current status, am I going to open the door and get out of the car by myself?"
"Hmm..." The fat guy was stunned when he heard that. The two of them stared at each other for a while. Finally, John had to grit his teeth and get out of the car to open the door for Neo.
The lawyer, unwilling to give up, whispered in his ear: "Neo, you owe me one!"
"The waves are running, the waves are flowing, the vast river is surging and the waves are endless..."
Unfortunately, Master Yuan only heard this background music and did not hear his lawyer’s complaints clearly.
In fact, he was still complaining in his heart at this moment. It was obviously a Shanghai matter, so why was it Guangdong that made the movie?
That’s why I hate listening to Cantonese the most!
