Chapter 1613: Accident at the New Shop

"Heh, a misunderstanding?" A burly man showed off the tattoos on his body and sneered, "It's no misunderstanding; it was Hall Master Sanye who ordered us to come. Your shop here is not up to code, so close it down immediately."

"You were sent by Sanye?" Qishu's expression changed slightly.

As someone making a living in Chinatown, how could he not know the local gangs? Moreover, when he opened the shop, he had paid all the necessary tributes, and everything had been going quite smoothly. For this group to come and cause trouble—and to be sent by the well-connected Sanye—there was definitely a problem here.

Thinking about how Huang Hong had appeared out of nowhere today, Qishu seemed to understand something. Today's events were absolutely inseparable from Huang Hong. This bastard, he even sabotages his own people.

"That's right." The burly man stared at Qishu, leaned in close, and sneered, "Here, we call the shots. We say you're not up to code, then you're not up to code. Either close the shop, or I'll smash your shop today. What do you think?"

"You shouldn't bully people too far." Qishu's expression changed slightly, "All my paperwork is complete, and I have done everything according to the rules. If you think I am not up to code, report it to the relevant departments. This is a society ruled by law, after all; you can't just act recklessly like this."

"Haha, what are you saying? Did I hear that right?" The burly man reached out a hand, "Say that again."

"I said, you had better not act recklessly here. We Huaxia people are not for you to manipulate as you please," Qishu said coldly.

"This old man must be crazy." The burly man laughed loudly, then his expression turned fierce. He waved his hand and said, "Men, show this old man some color."

"What do you want to do? Qishu..." The guests who had come to offer their congratulations were displeased and gathered around one after another to demand an explanation.

Furthermore, people from around Chinatown heard the news and rushed over, with over a hundred people surrounding the area.

"Baka, this is none of your business, get lost." This group from the Santai Association did not show any weakness, as they were used to being arrogant here. They felt that the Chinese in Chinatown had always been submissive.

"Everyone, don't be impulsive, absolutely do not be impulsive. If you trust me, leave this matter to me to resolve." Qishu waved his right hand, signaling everyone to step back, because he knew that if this matter escalated, it would be good for no one.

Moreover, if a large-scale group incident really occurred, it would be extremely unfriendly to the Chinese in the future. Many people without legal status would very likely be deported, and this matter was because of him.

Qishu did not want to implicate anyone, because he knew how difficult it was for so many people to live here after leaving their homes, and these people had only come here because they could no longer survive in their own hometowns.

If one cannot tolerate small things, one will mess up great plans. Therefore, even for the sake of these people, he could not let this matter continue to develop.

Qishu still had prestige here. With his shout, the restless crowd around him immediately quieted down. Everyone took a few steps back, but their eyes were still glaring fiercely at the few people from the Santai Association in front of them.

"Heh, Qishu, how do you intend to resolve this matter?" Just at this moment, Huang Hong walked out. He glanced at Qishu and smiled, "You should have anticipated this situation today, right?"

"If you knew it would come to this, why do it in the first place?" Huang Hong said, leaning in and whispering, "You know my methods, and you know I won't stop until I achieve my goal. If you have a soft heart now, just wag your tail, and I might still forgive you."

"Huang Hong, what do you take me for?" Qishu stared at Huang Hong, and he suddenly smiled, "Do you really think I am someone who would stop at nothing for survival? If that is what you think, then you are wrong."

"I, Qishu, although I work in lowly trades, I have much more backbone than you, and I am much more noble than you. Even if my shop is closed today and cannot open, I will not admit defeat to you."

"Good, good, you have backbone." Huang Hong laughed in anger. He nodded repeatedly and said, "The reason you have such prestige here is because you have some substance. Heh, I admit, I am inferior to you in some aspects."

"But today's matter won't end so easily. This time, I will make you have nothing," Huang Hong sneered.

"Huang Hong, are you even human? These people from the Santai Association are the ones you brought here, right?" Someone in the crowd questioned angrily, "You collude with these people to harm your own compatriots; you are not a human being."

"That's right, to make a living in Chinatown, we have to pay tribute to you first. You are simply a bloodsucker."

"What kind of bullshit Chinese Association? Besides uniting with the locals to bully us, have you ever done anything for us? I don't recognize this bullshit association anymore..."

"That's right, we don't recognize it anymore."

The crowd was indignant, and people kept surging forward. More and more people gathered around.

Huang Hong was insatiably greedy. Ever since he became the president, he had been squeezing his own compatriots in disguise.

Today's incident with Qishu was like a fuse, instantly igniting the anger that had been suppressed in everyone's hearts for a long time. More and more people surged over, and the scene instantly became chaotic.

"Call for men, call for men to come over immediately." The leader of the Santai Association was furious. He did not believe that with the strength of the Santai Association, they could not suppress this scene.

Nearly a hundred tattooed members of the Santai Association rushed over, and the conflict between the two sides was on the verge of breaking out.

"Qishu, it doesn't matter if others curse me; I'm shameless anyway, and I'm used to being cursed." Huang Hong didn't care about the insults from others at all, and he said triumphantly, "As for you, look at this. Everything before you is caused by you. Do you have the heart for it?"

"How many people are homeless and came to this place to make a living? If I weren't helping at the Chinese Association, could those people without legal status really live and work here in peace?"

Qishu's expression was ugly. Yes, although Huang Hong was a bastard, he did indeed play the role he was supposed to play here.

If he tore his face off with the Santai Association, he could vent his anger for a moment, but the consequences of doing so were unpredictable.

Because many people who had smuggled themselves in would be deported because of this, and everything they had painstakingly built here would vanish into thin air.

"Huang Hong, what exactly do you want?" Thinking of this, Qishu's tone could not help but soften, "If you want money, I can give it to you. State your terms."

"I only want what I want. You know what I want," Huang Hong sneered, "So don't play dumb with me here."

"Huang Hong, I can give you all my assets, but I really don't have what you want." Qishu gritted his teeth and said coldly, "If I had it, I wouldn't bring trouble upon myself. If you don't believe me, you can go ask Mr. Chen."