Chapter 929: Free Side Story: American Expansion Chapter (Thanks to Alliance Leader Da Mao Er Mao San Mao)

Free Side Story: American Expansion Chapter (Thanks to Alliance Leader Da Mao Er Mao San Mao)

This chapter is free, thanks to the reward from Alliance Leader Da Mao Er Mao San Mao.

America,

San Francisco,

The famous Lombard Street.

A street with eight sharp turns.

Back in the 1920s, it was designed and built to give busy traffic a breather, but now it has become one of the most attractive streets in San Francisco.

The street is planted with flowers and trees, hydrangeas in spring, roses in summer, and chrysanthemums in autumn, decorating it with clusters of flowers.

Under the Umbrella Company, the "Chinese Mutual Aid Association" rented a house here as an office location.

Of course, on the surface, this is not called the "Chinese Mutual Aid Association", but still the Umbrella Property Company, standing up for ordinary people (not limited to Chinese).

At this time,

In the office building, phones kept ringing, and staff members were answering calls, while many others were so busy they couldn't even touch the ground.

President's office,

Ji Shaoqun, wearing glasses and a suit, looking gentle, was processing documents.

A subordinate knocked on the door and entered.

"President, we contacted a Chinese group in New York, and they are very interested in our 'Mutual Aid Association' and want to invite you to visit..."

Ji Shaoqun looked at the calendar, where days were circled one by one, indicating busy, no time.

Finally, his gaze fell on the earliest blank "Saturday": "Okay, let's make it next Saturday..."

Subordinate: "Okay!"

At this time, another subordinate walked into the office:

"President, there is a new case! A Chinese person was working in a white boss's restaurant, worked hard for several months, and when it came time to settle the bill, that white boss thought the Chinese person was easy to bully and actually wanted to renege on the debt."

"Did you call the police?"

Ji Shaoqun's expression didn't change; he had encountered this kind of thing quite often and was used to it.

Subordinate: "I did, but the police officer was perfunctory, just registered it and told him to go back and wait. He's been waiting for a month, and there's no news at all..."

Ji Shaoqun shrugged: "American police are just like this; I'm already used to it."

Ji Shaoqun used to be a cop in Hong Kong and felt he had already let himself go.

And the result?

These American police let themselves go even more.

Unbeatable.

Ji Shaoqun said to his subordinate: "Go, call Brother Leopard here!"

Not long after, Brother Leopard walked into the office with a grin, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "President, what do you need me for?"

Brother Leopard is now a team leader of the "Mutual Aid Association". Because he has many methods and is flexible, he has accomplished quite a few things and is Ji Shaoqun's capable general.

"Brother Leopard, there is a tricky matter to hand over to you. A Chinese brother was working in a white restaurant, the boss doesn't want to pay the wages, and calling the police is useless. Go and handle this for me!"

Upon hearing this, Brother Leopard smiled: "President, you can put your heart at ease! Leave this matter to me, it's a piece of cake. I guarantee I'll make that white boss obediently spit out the money!"

Soon,

Brother Leopard got the information, then picked a dozen people, and went out in a flurry to prepare for action.

Evening, Candice Restaurant (Food Stall), bustling with activity.

Whites, Latinos, Asians, and some African Americans came here to dine, the sound of plates clashing and people chatting intertwined.

White boss Mr. Johnson was full of pride, running back and forth between tables and chairs, directing the busy waiters.

His restaurant, after changing a batch of chefs in the last few months, had become very popular, earning thousands of dollars a day, making big money while lying down.

It made him wake up laughing every day in his dreams.

Just then, Ah Bao brought a group of Chinese people and walked in, each finding a table to sit at.

One person,

Occupying one table.

Soon, all the empty tables in the restaurant were occupied.

"Give me a piece of bread, and a bottle of beer."

"Give me a..."

They all ordered affordable small dishes, and after getting their drinks, they drank slowly.

Outside, people started queuing continuously...

Half an hour passed, an hour passed, these people neither ordered more food nor showed any signs of leaving.

And the queue outside was getting longer and longer.

Johnson soon realized something was wrong: the kitchen was idle, but there were clearly still customers queuing outside.

Looking again, the restaurant, which was originally packed and bustling, now looked like many tables only had one person sitting at them.

He observed carefully and discovered the trick, his originally red, chubby face instantly turning purple-red.

He walked angrily and with big strides toward a Chinese person,

"Slap!" He slammed his hand on the table and asked in a low voice: "Who are you? Why haven't you left after sitting here for so long?"

This Chinese person looked up unhurriedly, took a sip of wine, and responded with a calm face: "I'm spending money, I'll eat however I want... Are you not allowing it? Does the law not allow it?"

Boss John started cursing,

But the Chinese person remained unmoved, slowly drinking his little wine.

Boss John was so angry he felt blocked.

He ran to other tables, only to get similar responses.

Now it was obvious.

Someone was targeting his business!

"Guys!"

Johnson shouted at the top of his lungs: "Someone wants to destroy our shop, get me tools! Drive them out!"

Employees: "???"

They didn't move.

Damn, you're stingy with wages, and you want us to risk our lives for you?

Johnson also realized this and shouted: "20 dollars reward for each person."

The employees still didn't move.

"50 dollars!"

Finally, the employees moved and started grabbing tools.

Just as the situation was tense,

"Brothers!"

"Here!"

Brother Leopard and his dozen brothers all stood up with a "whoosh".

Johnson's employees' momentum instantly deflated.

All the customers in the restaurant looked over.

Brother Leopard cupped his hands and was very polite to all the customers.

Using fluent English,

"Everyone!"

"Very sorry to disturb everyone's meal..."

"This time, we are not looking for trouble, but to solve a matter..."

"This matter is that one of their employees worked for three months, but the boss bullied him for being Chinese, thinking he was weak and easy to bully, and repeatedly withheld his wages..."

"Calling the police was useless..."

"Today, we are here to help this ordinary employee get justice and get his salary back..."

"If this has disturbed everyone's meal, please understand."

Brother Leopard's speech was smooth as water.

All the diners were no longer angry and started watching the show.

When Johnson saw this scene, he immediately understood that if this matter blew up, his business would be ruined.

Changing his face like a Sichuan opera performer, he laughed enthusiastically,

"Haha~~~ How could I possibly owe wages?"

"It must be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

Then he walked up to Brother Leopard and whispered: "Tell me, what do you want me to do to leave here."

Brother Leopard smiled: "Very simple, you owe 3200 dollars in wages..."

Johnson gritted his teeth: "I'll pay it!"

Brother Leopard smiled and shook his head: "No, 3200 dollars alone is not enough... You did something wrong, and since you did something wrong, you must be punished, don't you think?"

Johnson was instantly annoyed: "How much do you want?"

Brother Leopard: "Double!"

When Johnson heard this, he exploded: "This is extortion."

Brother Leopard sneered: "If you don't agree, I have plenty of ways to make your business fail. Tomorrow I'll put a cockroach in your food, the day after I'll splash some feces at your door, let's see if you can still do business!"

Mr. Johnson's face turned white and then red, gritting his teeth, with veins bulging on his forehead.

Finally, he was furious and impotently enraged.

"Fine, take it!!"

Not long after, he went inside the shop, then came out and took out a large stack of banknotes, ten dollars by ten dollars, and put them into Brother Leopard's hand.

"Take the money and get out of here!"

"You despicable Chinese!"

Brother Leopard finished counting, smiled, but his eyes were slightly cold.

He put the money away,

"Everyone~~"

He turned to all the diners and shouted: "Although the boss was reluctant, he still paid off the wages... By the way, the boss just said that in view of the bad dining experience just now, he is specially giving every table a Florida meat pie!"

As soon as this was said,

The whole place cheered~~~

"Boss is great!"

Boss Johnson's face turned green.

I didn't say that!

I fucking!

In the end, he could only grit his teeth and endure it; did he dare say no? Was he not afraid of being scolded to death by the customers?

At this time, Brother Leopard waved his hand at his brothers and shouted:

"Let's go!"

Johnson looked at their backs, his anger burning.

He had already remembered this short man who led them and decided to find a gang, locate these Chinese people, and teach this group of Chinese a lesson.

In a flash, 3 days passed.

In the dark night.

A group of black people, taking advantage of the cover of night, secretly came to Lombard Street, downstairs of the building where the Chinese Mutual Aid Association was.

They had been hired by the restaurant boss, who gave them 200 dollars, to come here and teach the Chinese a lesson.

They hunched over, their footsteps hurried and as light as possible.

Soon, they arrived downstairs, exchanged glances, and were about to take action.

Just as they approached the building, the lights in the building suddenly turned on, as bright as day.

The night elves were instantly illuminated clearly.

"Bang bang" several gunshots pierced the night sky.

The unprepared black people were scared and quickly dodged, with several of them screaming, their legs or arms hit, blood instantly gushing out.

"Ah ah ah~~~"

"Despicable **..."

"Run~~~"

One by one, they couldn't care about their injured companions, turned around, and ran for their lives, their figures gradually disappearing into the darkness.

Ji Shaoqun sneered and put away his gun.

The "Mutual Aid Association" now, with its "growing strength", helping Chinese people, speaking up for Chinese people, and opposing those newspaper media companies that discriminate against Chinese people, naturally involved bloody conflicts.

Today's incident was just a microcosm.

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