Chapter 133: Compatriots (2)

Roben picked up the phone in his hand, wanting to dial, but picked it up and put it down again. He took a deep breath to calm the anger in his heart before dialing.

"My dear Mr. Haiweimeier, how have you been lately?" Roben wanted to speak in a calm tone, but it ultimately turned into a sarcastic, yin-yang tone.

Haiweimeier was originally sitting leisurely in the police station, preparing to take a nap. He didn't expect Roben to call suddenly, and in such a sarcastic tone.

"What's wrong, Mayor Roben?" Haiweimeier asked cautiously. He didn't know where he had offended his superior.

"Where." The suppressed anger rose again. But thinking of Ye Nan's instructions, Roben took another deep breath and said in as calm a tone as possible: "My good commissioner, your subordinate blocked Mr. Ye Nan's car. What are they trying to do?"

"What, blocked Mr. Ye Nan's car? Who, who dares to block it?" By the end, Haiweimeier's voice was like a roar, making everyone in the police station look up to see what was going on.

"This..." Roben hesitated for a moment, recalling in his heart, but found that Ye Nan hadn't said who it was. "I'm not very clear either. Never mind, you call your subordinates one by one. In any case, be quick."

Hearing the *beep* of the phone hanging up on the other side, Haiweimeier immediately felt a headache. There were quite a few policemen in the police station. If he had to call them one by one, he didn't know how much time would be wasted. Most importantly, Ye Nan had already been blocked by his subordinate. If his efficiency wasn't high, he wouldn't be able to avoid another scolding.

He, the police commissioner, wasn't elected by voters; he was appointed by Mayor Roben and only needed to be responsible to the mayor alone.

"These annoying rich people really know how to torture people." Haiweimeier complained with a headache and immediately dialed the numbers one by one.

"You two haven't left yet?" Ye Nan looked at the two in surprise. He didn't expect that even after he made the call, these two people still didn't know to leave and were still standing there, waiting for him to get out of the car.

"Kid, do you think I'll believe you just because you made a random call and acted out a scene? Impossible." Brother Xiong looked at Ye Nan with disdain, pointing at Ye Nan's car. "You're sitting in such a piece of junk car, and you still dare to claim you know Mayor Roben."

Ye Nan looked back and remembered that his car wasn't here. The car he was currently sitting in was one Arnold had casually taken from the warehouse, worth about a few tens of thousands of dollars, belonging to the low-end car category.

"No wonder, so it's a problem with this car. However," Ye Nan pondered for a moment and said, "Judging people by their cars, there are times when you'll misjudge."

"There are times when you'll misjudge, but that's definitely not you." Brother Xiong hummed a few times. "Kid, are you getting out yourself, or do you want me to invite you out personally?"

Brother Xiong's hand formed a fist, waving it as if to show off his power. If Ye Nan didn't get out, he would use violent law enforcement.

"I'm getting out." Ye Nan said with a look of helplessness, opened the car door, and walked out. "Asian, are you Chinese?"

"Yeah, are you too?" Xiao Li asked in surprise. He had originally wanted to help him because the other party was Asian. He didn't expect the other party to be Chinese too. Now the significance was different.

Although Asians didn't mix very well in the United States, and invisible discrimination was everywhere, making them unable to hold their heads high—just like outsiders entering Beijing, perhaps no one directly discriminates, but that sense of superiority makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Of course, do you live on Wall Street?" Ye Nan's tone wasn't very certain. Chinatown was the gathering area for Chinese gangs. Generally speaking, only those who came to the United States to make a living would move in. Other Chinese rich people would buy luxury houses and live in the city center. After all, rich people wouldn't be discriminated against anywhere; they would only receive envious gazes.

"Yeah, you don't?" Xiao Li's voice was also surprised, sharing the same thought as Ye Nan: only those who weren't doing very well would live in Chinatown.

"Yeah, I don't. I live with my father, and we opened a company that's not too big or too small." Ye Nan said with a smile, a feeling of intimacy arising spontaneously in his heart. He finally knew what the old saying "fellow countrymen meeting fellow countrymen, eyes filled with tears" felt like. Although he wasn't very moved at the moment, there was still excitement in his heart.

"It's better not to live inside, lest you be bullied by other gangs." Xiao Li muttered.

"You kid, stop talking so much. I'm asking you, you just came from there, what did you see? Did you see any sneaky people coming out from inside?" Brother Xiong interrupted their conversation.

"I don't know, and I don't want to say. Whatever you want to ask, I'll let my lawyer say it. Before that, I'll remain silent to your questioning." Ye Nan didn't even bother with him and continued to talk to Xiao Li. "What you said about being bullied by other gangs, what does that mean?"

"What else could it mean?" Xiao Li took off his police cap, scratched his hair a few times, and organized his words. "The forces in Chinatown are very chaotic. Although all Chinese gangs have the intention of protecting Chinatown..."

"But those living in Chinatown all need to pay protection fees. However, the problem is..." Xiao Li said, "There are too many Chinese gangs—big, small, medium-sized. Everyone comes to collect protection fees."

"You also know, if everyone in Chinatown were poor, one or two would be fine, but a dozen gangs, they really can't afford to pay. I'm still considered okay because I became a policeman and the salary is high, so they don't dare to come to the door. Other people are miserable."

"You also know what those gangs are like. One by one, they are fierce toward their own people. Now those who have a little money have moved away long ago. The poor who are left can only deal with them."

"It's actually like this!" Ye Nan was surprised in his heart. He had always thought Chinatown was the territory of the Chinese, and to some extent, it could be considered a country within a country in the United States. Although this country was a country of the poor, it also kept them from receiving the cold eyes of other Americans.

He didn't expect it to be chaotic to this extent. But thinking about it, it makes sense. Generally speaking, ordinary people find some low-end jobs, and others either open a Chinese restaurant or practice traditional Chinese medicine.

Like those smaller Chinese gangs, their income channels are pitifully few. If they want to sell white prohibited items, firstly, they have no channels, and secondly, U. S. Customs is very strict, and the fighting between gangs is extremely fierce. This path is simply a dead end.

Then they only have one way, which is the original income source of gangs: collecting protection fees, which is extortion.

In the United States, a society ruled by law, if you extort others, once you are sued in court, the compensation money is enough to make you bankrupt. So, they set their sights on the poor in Chinatown.

Firstly, these poor people can't afford the fees to hire lawyers, and secondly, they don't have the habit of suing others in court. They only need to threaten them to scrape together a sum of money, so the residents of Chinatown are miserable.

"I didn't expect there to be a 'Jianghu' (underworld) everywhere." Ye Nan sighed. "Are you interested in being my tour guide and taking me to visit Chinatown? I haven't seen things from my motherland for a long time."

"Actually, if you want to see things from your motherland, just go to China for tourism. That is the real hometown."

"You don't understand. I can't go. If I go, many things will follow one after another, making me unable to cope." Ye Nan mocked himself. "I'm not ready to face them yet."...

If he went to China, other financial groups would definitely have doubts, suspecting whether he wanted to unite with the Chinese government. After all, he wasn't Jewish. Jews were very united, and the Jews' motherland was weak and had no competitiveness against the United States. Of course, the most important thing was that compared to the power of all the Jews, he was still much smaller.

Don't look at him as a small financial group now, and don't look at the fact that Jews don't have a financial group, but Jews are everywhere. They have already infiltrated the entire upper class of American society. If you offend them, even Morgan would have a headache.

"You'd better not go." Xiao Li gave a bitter smile.

"Going is not bad either." Ye Nan smiled.

"I say, Xiao Li, are you really talking to your fellow countryman? Have you forgotten your current identity?" Brother Xiong saw the two ignoring him and remembered Ye Nan's ignoring him just now, and immediately became angry. He said loudly: "As a policeman, you should be responsible to America. I now suspect he is related to the explosion at the plaza warehouse and want to arrest him."

"Brother Xiong, don't. You know us Chinese, we never cause trouble." Xiao Li said hurriedly.

The Chinese in the United States are very low-key. They abide by the law and work hard. When other black people go on the streets to march and fight for their rights, they don't do it; when other black people wave their votes to choose congressmen or presidents who don't discriminate against them, the Chinese shrink at home, firmly remembering the fact that they are Chinese.

They never actively participate in American politics. In their hearts, they still remember that their motherland is on the other side of the ocean. They built Chinatown and protected themselves, separating themselves from the Americans outside, which also led to the exclusion of them by Americans.

They forgot which land they are living on now. They forgot that the United States is a society of money. If they can't use money to open up the White House, they will inevitably be excluded.

The Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882 is a painful lesson. If the Chinese used their wealth to cooperate with congressmen in the White House, if the Chinese dared to wave their votes and actively participate in politics and voting, how could the White House pass the Chinese Exclusion Act, a bill that clearly insulted the Chinese?

Although the Chinese Exclusion Act is now dead in name only, the White House still hasn't apologized for the original act. ===== CHAPTER 134 =====