Chapter 819: : Profit in Chinatown!

London. Chinatown!

This should be the favorite place for Chinese and Chinese traveling abroad.

Now that the Rabbit House has been reforming and opening up for nearly 20 years, those who can make money have already made a fortune, so there are also many people who come to visit or go to the Western world to develop, wanting to find greater development.

And this is the largest Chinese gathering place in the UK, where you can see all kinds of restaurants, service agencies, and even small loan companies.

"Ah Fu, here's a fritter!"

In a morning tea room on the street, some guests shouted to greet the boss.

There are a lot of people, and the seats inside are full. I heard that the two bosses are from Jiangxi, and their craftsmanship is good. They can earn about 50,000 pounds this year!

When the earned money is remitted home, there is a remittance agency set up by the Chinese next to it, which only charges a small amount of money. In 1994, this remittance agency sent back about 3 million pounds to China.

"Here we come, don't rush!" The boss named Ah Fu kept his feet on the ground and shouted into the inside, although he didn't know which customer called.

He busily took out the pancakes from the oven and packed them for the guests. When he was about to change the money, he heard an exclamation from the side. The boss turned his head and saw three or four people wearing short sleeves and tattoos on their bodies. The young man came over, grabbed a bench, and the bald leader sat down.

"Ah Fu, where's the protection fee for this month?" The bald head picked up the prepared pancake and gnawed it, stretching his hands left and right, "It's 300 pounds this month."

"Brother Jia, this...why has the price increased again?"

Ah Fu is an honest man, and he used to be close to him, but at that time, he asked for less. The family paid 100 pounds a month, which made him feel distressed, but in order to live a good life, he endured it, but now it costs 300 pounds, which is 3600 a year. Ah, it has been a long time since it was enough for domestic children to send it home.

"You don't want to give it?"

This is Brother Jia's squinting eyes, and his Chinese is a bit weird.

In fact, they are the monkey people. After the outbreak of the Vietnam War, many local people ran away, but when they came to the other side of the ocean, they were unwilling to do some low-level jobs such as washing dishes. So at this time, they focused on the Chinese who were also Asian.

Specialized in collecting protection fees, kidnapping and extorting, and even killing people!

This bald head is one of them. Who is the boss who collects money? Looking for a place to drink tea, the owner of the tea restaurant respectfully prepared the red envelopes, and this street received millions of pounds every month!

Brazen robbery.

Seeing that Ah Fu didn't move, brother Jia suddenly went up and kicked him out. The tools were scattered all over the ground, and the wife inside ran out when she saw it, and hurriedly supported her, and said in horror, "Don't...don't Hit, we'll give."

The Chinese people who had breakfast in the surrounding area had already run away, watching this scene, they all sighed.

Just because he didn't dare to stand up and resist, he was considered a bully!

Adhering to the idea that more things are worse than less things is absolutely wrong. It cannot be said that there is no blood. It can only be said that the way of education from childhood lacks wolfishness. If you change it to a Russian, you can change it to someone from a certain race of the rabbit family. , With this slap, your little finger was chopped into pieces.

Ruan Pingjia walked over, pulled up his trousers, squatted down, patted Ah Fu's face, and then touched the small face of the proprietress, smiling and smirking, but also knew that the business was important. "Go and get the money, now it's 600 pounds, and there's another 100 because my leg hurts. Don't you treat Brother A to a set meal?"

Ah Fu clutched his chest, his face full of entanglement, helplessness and resentment.

"Excuse me, is there any youtiaoandsoymilk (fried dough sticks and soy milk) here?" A white man squeezed in and said casually, but seeing the embarrassing scene, the bald head and the others and their tattoos, he shrank his neck and left.

After walking a few meters, he ran away.

This also covers the head with a coat and a hat.

When the white man appeared, Ruan Pingjia and the others were also taken aback, thinking that they met someone who was "high-handed" and they turned out to be some kind of idiot.

"Come on, take the money, I'm still waiting to go back and eat the squab."

Ah Fu stood up tremblingly, and took out money from his pocket.

"Boss, here's a bowl of soy milk and two deep-fried dough sticks." A male voice called out calmly.

Everyone who watched the excitement looked at it, and saw that the table that was kicked over by Ruan Pingjia was helped up, and a Chinese was sitting swaggeringly, wiping the oil stains on it with a paper towel in his hand, standing behind him. There are more than a dozen strong men in suits.

The man raised his head and smiled, "One more pancake."

The more gangs are very arrogant!

How arrogant?

He can entangle gang members to fight with the police in Chinatown, and for 20 pounds, he can chop up tourists who come to travel and seriously injure them.

This boss has been in office for a long time, and he always feels that he is awesome.

But Ruan Pingjia saw that there were many people on the other side, and he didn't want to have a conflict, so he just said to Ah Fu, "Bring me the money first."

"Make me fried dough sticks first."

Who else is this person besides Tang Dao? He originally asked the chef to buy it, but after thinking about it, he wanted to experience the taste of the local Chinatown, and see if there is any business that can be done by the way. After all, the Chinese in the future are known as the group with the most powerful spending power on the planet. People can definitely nourish a lot of ways to make money.

What's more, Tang Dao has dug up Mark Lee in the United States, and now he is guarding the Chechnya area for the company. Of course, he wants to see if he can be lucky and meet another one. Of course, this is a joke.

However, after staying in Somalia for a long time, I occasionally come out to relax, who knows that this kind of thing will happen.

In fact, this is very common in nature. Tang Dao's circle has almost decided that there is no such low-level gameplay. Who would care about this kind of thing?

It is impossible to eliminate the product of the era of gangsters!

Any country or region will always exist, and the essence is to keep warm in groups.

Isn't the same with the nature of political parties?

Johannesburg in South Africa

The most prosperous rich people's district, full of bars, clusters of high-rise buildings, feasting and feasting, the benchmark erected on the "City of Gold", the people who live in this neighborhood are worth more than ten million, generally speaking, they are very rich, of course, This was once, at least before the end of apartheid in 1991.

In other words, after 1991, blacks, yellow races, Indians, and other mixed races can enjoy the same legal treatment.

And now.

Travelers wearing watches were attacked and woke up to find their wrists severed.

I thought it was safe to take the bus, but I didn't expect that all the passengers on the bus were robbers.

One-third of the local women have been raped; and there is an urban legend in the local area that "HIV can be cured by OOXX with a virgin".

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Violence, intimidation, and threats are the most fundamental nature of this society. You don't feel it, just because someone is bearing it all for you.

Ruan Pingjia frowned when he saw that Tang Dao was "uninterested", "Where are you from?"

Tang Dao was startled, as if he heard a joke, and said to the little angel, "He asked me where I was, hahahaha, I am running a small business in Somalia."

This kind of mocking laughter made Ruan Pingjia very angry. He picked up the spatula and threw it on the ground of Tang Dao. The thing bounced up and hung on Tang Dao's shoes. meeting?

"You hit me?" Tang Dao seemed to explain the process, and then he said with certainty, "Yes, you hit me." Then he looked at the little angel, and the number one thug immediately knew what he should do, and took the next three The bodyguard rushed up, and with the help of his strength, he rushed to his knees and directly pushed the bald-headed brother Jia against the wooden door behind him, grabbed his gold chain, and pressed his head on the coal stove.

Zizizizizi is here!

Ah ah ah ah ah!

It was like a barbecue, half of his face was tangled together immediately, Ruan Pingjia's eyes were bloodshot, the other boys saw this and took out the knife, which they took with them, but before they rushed up, they saw the three bodyguards Pulled out the gun.

gun!

The remaining younger brother dropped the knife, knelt on the ground and raised his hand.

Tang Dao has the identity of Chief Oroman, a high-ranking nobleman in Somalia, and has a good relationship with the royal family, so what's wrong with carrying two guns? No bazooka and missiles.

"You are more arrogant than me." Tang Dao stood up, walked over, looked at the screaming Ruan Pingjia and said very flatly, added the coal in the coal stove with a tong, and then asked the little angel to open his mouth, even if the other party It was useless to struggle, but could only watch helplessly as the other party stuffed coal into his mouth.

Covering his mouth made him twitch in pain.

"You are the first person to throw something at me. You are good at it, but your mouth is a bit smelly. Disinfect it." Tang Dao didn't seem to have any interest in killing him, and smiled at the terrified Ah Fu couple next to him. Let the two of them soften their legs.

"Can you do it for me, I'm so hungry."

"Do...do." Ah Fu nodded hurriedly.

Tang Dao must have schizophrenia~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and also has a bit of abusive tendencies, otherwise why is it so enjoyable to hear the other party's screams?

"Give him my business card." He said to the little angel, and then patted Ruan Pingjia who was almost fainted, "If you want to seek revenge, you can call, as many people as you call, and as many people as I call, we will kill each other. "

Too arrogant!

The little angel and a few bodyguards left Ruan Pingjia, who had died of pain, on the road.

This scene was seen by many people, and some people filmed it and called reporters and friends to break the news, but the shop owners in Chinatown were probably more shocked. Something big has happened.

There is a tea house diagonally opposite Ah Fu's breakfast, and two middle-aged men and an old man are watching from the window.

"Abang, what do you think of this man?" the old man asked.

"Dragon crossing the river." One of the middle-aged men wearing glasses helped the frame down, "This attack is ruthless, and the people under his command have guns, and they use them so recklessly, I'm afraid their status is not low."

"But the Yue Gang has been here for 30 years, and the dragon who crosses the river may not be a local snake." Another middle-aged man said.

"It's just that the dragon is not strong enough. How can a real strong dragon be compared to a snake?"

The old man frowned, and looked at the calm Tang Dao below with some interest.

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