"Boss Yu, come to me to withdraw money in four days!"
After Chen Zhengwei went out and saw Yu Chong not far away, he spoke directly.
The smile on Yu Chong's face became more sincere, and he immediately said:
"I'll send someone back in four days! I wish my brother a great future here!"
"Rely on your parents at home, and rely on friends outside. As Chinese people living overseas, we need to support each other to stay on our feet. If Boss Yu needs help in the future, you can come to me!" Chen Zhengwei walked over and put his arm around Yu Chong's shoulders and smiled.
Then Chen Zhenghu took Chen Zhengwei to settle down, along with Chen Qiaoniang and Chen Zhengwu.
"You guys will stay here for the next two days, and then find another place."
After walking not far, several people came to the alley, where sewage flowed across the ground and gave off a smell.
There are dilapidated wooden houses on both sides, and some women are lighting fires and cooking at the door.
"There's no need to go in. Where can I find a hotel nearby? One that can take a shower!" Chen Zhengwei said directly as he stood at the entrance of the alley, not planning to go in at all.
He just took 200 yuan from Mr. Huang, and the remaining money will be sent over before taking action.
"What are you going to spend that money on? I still have room there..." Chen Zhenghu said subconsciously.
He lived in an attic in the alley, about ten square meters. Besides him, there was another person named Liu Alin living there.
The man works in a hand-rolled cigarette factory and won't come back until night.
"As I say! I want the best hotel nearby!" Chen Zhengwei was a little unhappy. He had no interest in staying in a pig's nest.
Chen Zhenghu then led the three of them for two more streets and introduced at the same time: "This is Ansongtang's territory. The casinos and brothels here are under their control..."
There are three types of organizations in Chinatown. The first is the fraternal association, also known as the Tangkou, or the Triad.
There are more than a dozen streets in Chinatown, but there are many large and small restaurants, and Ansong Hall is one of them.
After passing a street corner, Chen Zhenghu glanced into the distance and saw a group of people wearing black mandarin jackets and braids sitting at the entrance of the alley playing cards. Some of them had axes hanging around their waists.
"Those people are the ax boys of Ansongtang, don't provoke them." Chen Zhenghu reminded.
Ax boy, that is, beat boy.
Chen Zhengwei glanced at it with interest.
Then the group came to a three-story hotel. The proprietress, about 30 years old, was sitting at the front desk, and she looked average.
After asking for a room, several people were taken to the third floor.
Pushing open the room, I saw that the space inside was not large, about ten square meters, with two hard beds, a small table, and a cabinet.
This room lasts for 35 minutes a day, and there is a public washroom in the corridor.
"Is this the best room?" Chen Zhengwei pouted, it might as well be like home.
"It's better to go outside Chinatown. Everyone who comes here comes to make money. Who comes here if they are rich?" Chen Zhenghu felt that Chen Zhengwei wanted too much.
It seems that as a blood relative, his family was originally in good condition.
There is no separate bathroom in the room, there is a shared washroom in the corridor.
Chen Zhengwei went to the public washroom and took a shower first. The only good thing here was that there was a shower, although it was just a warm water pipe pouring down from the top of his head.
Jian Jian helped Chen Zhengwu wash it, and then changed into the best mandarin jacket.
This looks much neater, but the braid on the back of the head is not convenient.
Chen Zhengwei doesn't know how to tie it yet, and it would look even uglier if it were hung loosely behind his head, so he could just tie it casually on the back of his head.
When Chen Qiaoniang went to take a shower, Chen Zhengwei and Chen Zhenghu were chatting in the room, and it was only from Chen Zhenghu that they found out the whole story.
Just like what he had seen on the pier before, the Chinese took many people's jobs here, so they were often attacked outside Chinatown.
There are 300 laundromats in Jinshan City, 80% of which are owned by Chinese.
Those who were beaten to death this time were two laundry owners.
The older generation in Ningyang Guild Hall has a habit of keeping things quiet, but the young adults have another idea.
And that Mr. Huang, called Huang Baoru, is the leader of the Qingzhuang Sect.
However, Ningyang Guild Hall is just a township party, not a church member. Huang Baoru is just an ordinary businessman, so this matter fell on him.
As for Chen Zhenghu, he used to work in a garment factory but recently lost his job. He was waiting at the club to find a job.
Huang Baoru gave him three yuan and asked him to help guide him these days.
"There are quite a few of them, Zhengwei, are you sure?" Chen Zhenghu asked, somewhat worried.
"Just lead the way!" Chen Zhengwei grinned, full of murderous intent.
Wait for Chen Qiaoniang to finish washing.
The three of them were finally clean, and everyone went downstairs to find a place to eat.
Everyone devoured it, even Chen Zhenghu.
One stew, one stir-fried meat, two side dishes, and a bottle of wine. The total cost was 41 points.
According to Chen Zhenghu, this money can buy three pounds of meat.
The steak here is 13 cents a pound.
Qiao Niang and Zheng Wu licked their plates clean before the meal was finished.
The first thing Chen Zhengwei did was to cut his hair. Chen Qiaoniang was so frightened that she quickly pulled him away: "Brother, you can't cut it, your head will be beheaded!"
"Didn't you see so many people cutting their hair? This is called doing as the Romans do!" Chen Zhengwei said angrily.
Chen Qiaoniang couldn't resist him and almost burst into tears.
Chen Zhengwei touched the area on his head that was originally bare. After a month on the ship, it had grown a little, so he simply had the hair on both sides shaved off, leaving an inch of hair on the top of his head.
He also saw hair oil in the barber shop. If his hair hadn't been too short, he would have wanted to have a haircut with oil on both sides.
Looking at the energetic young man with short hair in the mirror, Chen Zhengwei felt much more pleasing to his eyes.
After getting up and going out, I found a gentleman's clothing store. There are ready-made clothes, customized clothes, and even second-hand clothes for sale.
In the shop is an old chef wearing glasses.
"Formal or casual?"
Gentlemen's clothing is divided into two categories at this time. Formal clothing is usually a tuxedo, consisting of three pieces of trousers and a vest jacket.
Underneath is a light-colored stand-up collared shirt, with a silk scarf or a scarf called Alphonse tied around the collar, which is somewhat similar to a tie, but it has many wrinkles and is somewhat bulging after being tied.
Informal attire is short-tailed, which is called bag-type casual attire, because formal attire pads the shoulders and cinches the waist, and this kind of clothing is like a pocket and is put directly on the body. It is more casual and has only been developed in recent years. became popular.
In fact, this kind of suit is very close to the one Chen Zhengwei is familiar with.
After Chen Zhengwei learned about it, he chose two sets of short black suits, one set of linen trousers and vest, and one set of white trousers and vest.
Four white shirts and a silk top hat.
During this period, hats were a status symbol and a must-wear accessory.
For example, workers will wear peaked hats, while road builders, newspaper vendors, and milkmen will wear soft felt hats, and silk top hats are the favorite choice of the rich.
Chen Zhengwei knows that when going out to do things, he must dress appropriately.
Do people rely on clothes?
And the purchasing power of money here is very strong. All these together only cost 17 yuan.
Among them, a suit costs 6 yuan and 75 cents, which is already made of relatively sophisticated silk fabric, and a shirt costs 80 cents to 1 yuan.
In the leather shoe store next door, a pair of high-end leather shoes only costs 1 to 2 yuan.
After a while, Chen Zhengwei changed his clothes and came out, and Chen Zhenghu was secretly stunned.
In this moment of effort, Chen Zhengwei spent 19 yuan and 50 cents. He could not earn so much in a month.
Looking at Chen Zhengwei, who was wearing linen trousers and a vest, a white shirt, a black suit jacket, and a top hat, even he had to admit that the other person looked more like a person who had roots here than he did.
And he's still rich.
However, Chen Zhenghu always felt that something was missing, and he suddenly realized it after a while.
"You still lack a civilized staff!"
"Civilization Stick..." Chen Zhengwei sneered when he heard the name, thinking that the Indians must have something to say.
But you still have to buy a cane.
After walking around for half a circle, he found a shop selling walking sticks. Chen Zhengwei looked around with interest and asked, "Is there a walking stick with a sword in the middle?"
"Few people use it. If you want to hold a sword inside, it can only be a ghost's thin sword, which is mainly used for stabbing. Although it is fast, it cannot be used head-on. It is easy to break. We Ming people are not used to it. If you want it, it needs to be customized. , it can be done in seven days," said the owner of the cane shop.
"Huh?" Chen Zhengwei suddenly laughed. This boss is an expert.
"What about the dagger?"
"I can think of ways to make the staff thicker and the dagger. But it will also be thinner than the normal dagger!" The boss thought for a while and said seriously.
"Then a dagger!" Chen Zhengwei said immediately.
Then I bought a cane with a gold and silver top decoration. It was about the thickness of my thumb. I waved it twice and it was pretty smooth. The price was 2 yuan and 45 cents. I gave the boss two yuan as a deposit and ordered a custom one with a short middle part. Cane with sword.
After finishing all these tasks, it was already evening. After finding a place to have dinner, the three of them went back to rest.
Chen Zhenghu originally wanted to leave, but Chen Zhengwei stayed behind to inquire about the situation here.
It was almost late at night and after Chen Zhenghu left, Chen Zhengwei thought about it and realized that the situation here was more complicated than he thought, especially the situation of the Chinese people was very bad.
I still have to establish myself in Ningyang Guild Hall here.
After all, these people are all villagers, and when trying to make a living overseas, villagers and clan members are relatively reliable.
However, the old guys in the club who are used to swallowing their anger have not kept up with the times.
A young and strong sect like Huang Baoru only has this intention, but he doesn't even have anyone he can use, and he doesn't have the courage and skill at all.
By recruiting a group of young men, he can turn the guests into the main guests and swallow up the Ningyang Guild Hall.
Ningyang Guild Hall is one of the largest guild halls, with at least five to six thousand members.
Although these people are not of much use, each person's membership fee is five yuan per year, which amounts to twenty to thirty thousand per year.
What's the use of putting this money in the hands of those old guys?
Leave it in your own hands so that you can protect their safety and help them get out of trouble!
…
Chen Qiaoniang and Chen Zhengwu were on the same bed. Chen Qiaoniang turned sideways and looked at Chen Zhengwei in the dark. After a while, she suddenly whispered: "Brother, is it really you?"
"What?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows. Is he so obvious?
"I just think you are different from before..." Chen Qiaoniang's voice was a little nervous.
Chen Zhengwei rummaged through his memory and hummed, "I remember even peeing my pants when I was eight years old, and being spanked by my father."
"Even my family is gone, and I can no longer live as I did before. I have to change, and you have to change too, in order to survive here. Not only do you have to live, but you also have to live better than others!"
Listening to Chen Zhengwei's decisive tone, Chen Qiaoniang's eyes felt a little more reassured.
"elder brother!"
"I see."
