Chapter 557 Los Angeles Chinatown (First update, please subscribe)
As the cars sped along, the horse-drawn carriages on the street kept falling behind them, as if the cars were showing them some kind of power in this way - the power of science.
Although they are familiar with this power, they are also unfamiliar with it.
Sitting in the car, Howard didn't even care that the driver was from the Ming Dynasty - after all, there was no one in the American embassy who could drive.
Howard certainly didn't know that his words were quickly compiled into text and sent to Emperor Zhu. Because of this, Emperor Zhu has always paid close attention to this American ambassador in the next few years.
After all, there are really not many people in this era who can discover the secret of the Ming Dynasty's rise.
In the past ten years, he has always planned and introduced a lot of talents in a targeted manner. It is the introduction of those talents that has enabled Daming to achieve a leap in development in a short period of time.
Sometimes the secret to success is so simple.
But it is just to discover talents and introduce them, and to make full use of them. That is enough.
Although this sentence sounds very simple, how many countries can do it?
Of course, this is not the most important reason. The most important reason is... we took the right path!
Under the guidance of Emperor Zhu, the direction of the development of industry and technology in the Ming Dynasty has always been correct. With the right path, things can be done more efficiently.
Of course, outsiders don't understand this at all. They only see the surface.
They were looking out the car window quietly, no one spoke!
“This is no longer the Paris of South America!”
After a long time, Howard said with some regret.
"Wherever the Chinese go, they leave behind too many traces of their own. This is Yingtian, the Yingtian of the Ming Dynasty!"
Whether one is willing to face it or not, this is an indisputable fact. As the new ambassador to the Ming Dynasty, Howard knows that he must develop a new relationship with the Ming Dynasty on behalf of the United States.
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Wherever the Chinese go, they leave a very deep mark there, such as Chinatowns all over the world. In fact, the formation of Chinatowns itself is a kind of testimony, witnessing the difficulties of the Chinese people's survival overseas. After the Chinese moved overseas, they became local minorities. When facing the new environment, they needed to work together, so they lived together. Only in this way could they resist many external threats.
For the more than 700 Chinese living in Los Angeles Chinatown, it is not only their home but also, to some extent, their refuge.
However, even in Chinatown, it is not necessarily a paradise. The overseas Chinese living here still have to face the blackmail of white people. Yuan Shan has long been accustomed to all this, but in his opinion, it is no big deal.
As usual, after getting up in the morning, Yuan Shan opened the door of the grocery store and began to sweep the dust off the things with a feather duster. While sweeping the dust, he looked outside from time to time.
"Why hasn't Cui come yet?"
A Cui is Yuan Shan's relative and also a worker in his shop. He went out last night and has not returned since.
Just when Yuan Shan was feeling curious, someone from outside the store ran in and yelled at him.
"Ashan, your cousin has been arrested by the police."
"What! What's going on?"
Upon hearing that A Cui was arrested, Yuan Shan asked hurriedly.
"what is going on?"
"Isn't it because of his cousin? The one that Boss Yu is holding captive? Last night, A Cui went to Boss Yu to ask for her, but when he heard that the negotiation failed, A Cui shot Boss Yu."
"What? Why is this A Cui so confused? How could he shoot? Is Boss Yu injured?"
"Boss Yu was not injured, but he reported it to the police, and Cui was caught by the police..."
"It's good that you're not hurt, it's good that you're not hurt."
As Yuan Shan spoke, he said to the visitor.
"Ali, please help me watch the store first, I'll go to the police station to check."
Before leaving, he went upstairs to get some money, and then went to the police station. In 1871, there was only one police station in Los Angeles, and there were only five police officers in the entire police station.
As one of the five police officers, Jesse Beardland was in charge of the area that included Chinatown, so Yuan Shan naturally found him directly when he arrived at the police station.
"Yuan, it's not that I won't let him go, Cui fired the gun!"
After meeting Yuan Shan, Jesse Beardland spoke directly.
"But no one was injured?"
"No one was hurt? Don't you know that?"
Jesse Beardland said in an exaggerated tone.
"All the white people in Los Angeles feel seriously hurt! You actually used guns. Do you think they will feel safe? Just now, several gentlemen came to ask about this matter. The Chinese actually used guns. This made everyone feel very uneasy..."
Why should I feel uneasy?
Are only white people allowed to use guns, but not Chinese?
Although Yuan Shan complained in his heart, he still looked at Officer Jesse Beardland and spoke in a flattering manner.
"Sir, you are right. However, you also know that this incident only happened in Chinatown and no one was injured. Please be flexible, flexible..."
As he spoke, he quietly placed a wad of dollars on Jesse Beardland's desk.
"This is just a small gift, please accept it!"
It was a huge sum, a full $100, which was equivalent to two months' salary for Jesse Beardland, who only earned $45 a month.
But Jesse Beardland just spread out the $100 on the table with his baton and said.
"This incident has a very bad impact. The mayor, the judge, and the director are all paying attention to this matter. And I can guarantee that if we let him go, not only will everyone be unhappy, but Yu Xing will definitely send someone to kill him!"
Looking up at Yuan Shan, Jesse Beardland said.
"It's very troublesome to deal with all this, don't you think? Yuan, we are friends, you should know that this matter is very troublesome!"
Staring at Yuan Shan, Jesse Beardland stretched out two fingers and said.
"2,000 yuan! I need 2,000 yuan to deal with those people. Of course, I will also tell Yu Xing that this matter ends here. What do you think?"
2000!
Yuan Shan almost burst into curse, this damn foreigner, it’s unbelievable that he could even say that, 2,000 US dollars!
But...that's his cousin.
Although he was full of complaints, after weighing the pros and cons in his mind for a while, Yuan Shan nodded vigorously.
"Okay, but I don't have that much money on hand. You release the person first, and I'll go back to raise the money. Come to my store this afternoon to get the money."
Now it was Jesse Beardland's turn to be dumbfounded. He... agreed!
Originally, he was just asking for too much!
That’s $2,000!
These Chinese are so rich!
"Brother, I, I was wrong..."
When leaving the police station, following behind his cousin, A Cui said with some guilt.
But Yuan Shan didn't say anything, he just walked silently in front.
"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely return the money to you, I..."
"Money, money, what is money!"
Yuan Shan turned around and stared at his cousin and said.
"A Cui, you are already an adult, how come you don't know the seriousness of the matter? Is Boss Yu someone you can afford to offend? You actually dared to shoot, are you going to kill someone next time! If you kill someone, can you survive?"
"But Yu was kidnapped by Boss Yu. Brother, he forced her to be a prostitute. Yu is my unmarried wife!"
Atui yelled with red eyes.
"So what?"
Yuan Shan said in a deep voice.
"That's fate! I told you a long time ago that there can't be women in Chinatown, but you didn't listen. You insisted on bringing Yu here. In Chinatown, there are either working men or prostitutes. Even if there are women, they are the boss's women. You just didn't listen. You want to redeem her with money? Do Boss Yu and his men need that little money? Do you know how much money a woman can make for them? When you brought her here, you should have known this day would come!"
Yuan Shan, who has been in Los Angeles for more than a decade, knows everything about Chinatown. There are no women here, only prostitutes. Even if there are women, they will be kidnapped by the boss and become prostitutes unless the boss agrees. After all, among the more than 700 people in Chinatown, there are only a few women!
"Brother, I, I can't accept this!"
Atui cried unbearably.
"So what if I'm unwilling?"
Patting his cousin on the shoulder, Yuan Shan said.
"Listen to me, earn money for a few years, and when you have enough money, go back to build a house and get married. As for Ah Yu... forget about it!"
I missed a chapter yesterday, so I'll make up for it today! I've created a book club: 335260551. Everyone is welcome to join us to discuss and deduce the plot.
(End of this chapter)
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