Early the next morning, when Chen Qiaoniang and Chen Zhengwu got up, they found a three or four-year-old child in the corridor, curled up on a mattress.
The two of them were immediately startled, and they pushed open Chen Zhengwei's door in a panic: "Brother, there is a child in the corridor!"
"Leave someone else's child here for three days. Go out and close the door. Don't disturb my sleep!" Chen Zhengwei said angrily and put the quilt directly over his head.
After sleeping for more than two hours, Chen Zhengwei got up from the bed, went downstairs and washed his hands, then returned to the house and took out the 500 money from his bag and disappeared into his hand.
Another ten draws.
1 skill point, 0.1 attribute point.
30 rounds of .44 Winchester bullets, a pack of cigarettes, a bottle of soy sauce, a white shirt, two cans of yellow peaches, a short knife, and a pair of binoculars.
"Sure enough, whatever you draw depends on your luck!" Chen Zhengwei wondered whether he should pay homage to Mazu.
After all, he has already arrived in the United States, so only Mazu can still take care of it.
Chen Zhengwei directly added that skill point to English, and a lot of knowledge about English suddenly poured into his mind. Chen Zhengwei felt that his English level had exceeded his personal limit. At least he could communicate with Americans to a certain extent.
Then I added a little more flexibility. After all, running fast is very important when you go out to do things.
The measurement attributes become:
Strength: 1.3/1.3
Flexible: 1.1/1.1
Constitution: 1.2/1.2
Skills: Sanda LV2, Shooting LV1, English LV1.
In the morning, I went to a nearby grocery store to buy some rice, flour, grains and oil.
In this way, Chen Qiaoniang can cook and eat by herself when she is away.
There were no accidents all day long. In the evening, Yan Qingyou climbed out of the back window of Huangbao Confucianism and joined Chen Zhengwei. The two were waiting near the Grand Stage Theater.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Yan Qingyou pointed to a person who got off the carriage and said, "That is Vice President Lin."
Chen Zhengwei looked over and saw a man in his forties or fifties, a thin old man with a mustache, wearing two long robes and mandarin jackets, with a black upper body and a cyan lower body.
After getting off the carriage, he greeted everyone with a smile. It seemed that there was a large crowd.
He is Lin Yuanshan, the vice president of Ningyang Guild Hall.
Next to him was a woman in her thirties, wearing a coat with rolled sleeves and a pattern, no different from the women in eastern Guangdong in China.
Chen Zhengwei straightened the collar of his clothes, wore a satin hat, and walked toward the theater with a civilized staff.
It doesn't matter whether Huang Baoru's target is Vice President Lin or not.
As long as you think it is, that's fine.
Vice President Lin must feel the same way.
Chen Zhengwei did not rush to find Lin Yuanshan, but went directly to buy a ticket and enter the theater.
Tickets are 25 cents, 50 cents and $1. The theater is not big inside. There are two chairs in the front rows with a rectangular tea table in the middle, and there are large benches in the back. Four or five people can sit on each bench.
At this time, the theater was more than half filled.
Chen Zhengwei stood aside after entering the theater. After waiting for a while, he saw Lin Yuanshan and his female companion sitting down on the two chairs near the front.
Chen Zhengwei then walked over, stood next to Lin Yuanshan, and smiled at Lin Yuanshan's female companion: "This is Mrs. Lin? Please go and buy a pack of cigarettes for me."
Lin Yuanshan's female companion turned her head to look at Chen Zhengwei inexplicably and raised her eyebrows, obviously unhappy.
But before she could speak, Lin Yuanshan pressed her shoulder and took a closer look. The person in front of her was very young, too young.
Wearing a gentleman's uniform, a top hat on his head, and holding a civilized staff in his hand, he has a high-spirited look in his eyebrows that is not seen in ordinary people. He is completely different from ordinary Chinese businessmen.
Lin Yuanshan motioned to his female companion to leave for a while.
As soon as Lin Yuanshan's female companion stood up, Chen Zhengwei sat directly on the chair.
"Young boy, you're a bit unfamiliar!" Lin Yuanshan said.
"What happens once is familiar twice! President Lin will remember me next time!" Chen Zhengwei smiled kindly.
"What do you want from me?" Lin Yuanshan asked.
"Someone wants to buy your life!" As Chen Zhengwei spoke, he took out his gun and pointed it at Lin Yuanshan.
Lin Yuanshan was startled. His hand shook and the tea cup fell to the ground.
The crisp crackling sound immediately attracted the attention of others, but Chen Zhengwei had already put away the gun.
"President Lin, don't worry. The fact that I'm still talking to you here means that I have no intention of killing you. At least for the time being." Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.
Lin Yuanshan took two deep breaths, suppressed the surprise in his heart, and asked: "What is your name, sir? Who asked you to come? What do you want?"
If Lin Yuanshan was a little condescending when he talked about the younger generation, he thought he wanted to talk to him about business matters, but now that condescension completely disappeared.
"I like your current attitude." Chen Zhengwei laughed, then looked at Lin Yuanshan and said word by word:
"Huang Baoru wants your life!"
"It's him..." Lin Yuanshan immediately believed it when he heard the name Huang Baoru.
In the Ningyang Guild Hall, in addition to the president and vice-president, there are the treasurer and clerk. The treasurer is responsible for managing the Guild Hall's finances, and the clerk records the meetings.
In addition, there are some directors, all of whom are Chinese businessmen with high status and reputation and wealthy wealth.
Although directors have no real power, they can make suggestions at meetings.
Huang Baoru is one of the directors, the leader of the Young Zhuang Sect, with a higher reputation than most of the directors, and has always been quite restless.
Lin Yuanshan thought he would launch another attack during next year's election, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon and couldn't wait any longer.
"I have always been very trustworthy, but tigers are harmful to people. He not only wants you to die, he also wants me to die. When the time comes, he will avenge you, President Lin, and he will naturally Now that your reputation has soared, you don’t need me to say more about other things, right?" Chen Zhengwei sneered.
Lin Yuanshan's back felt cold at this moment, and his heart was frightened and angry.
If Huang Baoru's thoughts hadn't been noticed by this person, he might have died here.
There was doubt in his mind, but he couldn't afford to gamble, and the gun next to him was pointed at him.
"You came to me not just to tell me this, right? What do you want?" Lin Yuanshan asked.
"A group of Irish people attacked Chinese people nearby several times before, did you know that?" Chen Zhengwei asked first.
"I've gone to the police station to protest several times!" Lin Yuanshan said.
Chen Zhengwei laughed out loud on the spot, protesting was useless.
If protests were effective, there would be peace in the world.
However, Chen Zhengwei had no intention of mocking Lin Yuanshan now, and continued:
"Huang Baoru left Chinatown for business and was beaten to death by the Irish. His servants can testify that he did not come back after going out at night. Then, you transferred his assets to my name."
Chen Zhengwei had just arrived and he couldn't swallow Huang Baoru's assets, but if Lin Yuanshan was willing to help, it would be much easier.
"I can't do it!" Lin Yuanshan said directly. "Even if Huang Baoru dies, I have no right to do that. There are so many eyes staring up and down, and I can't explain it."
"Don't be so stubborn...I have three plans!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.
"First, the guild will buy Huang Baoru's assets and leave them to me to take care of! If anyone has any opinions, you can ask him to come to me."
Anyway, it will be up to him to decide how much money to pay to the guild hall every month, and aren't the guild hall's assets his assets?
"Second, you find a few of your people and hold an internal auction. I will pay you 1,000 yuan to at least buy the shares of the cigarette factory and the shirt factory. If 1,000 yuan is not enough, you can make up for it."
Lin Yuanshan originally thought that Chen Zhengwei looked young and wanted to spend some money to send him away, but he did not expect that Chen Zhengwei actually proposed such two plans.
This made him quite surprised, and he wondered if there was someone behind Chen Zhengwei.
After all, Chen Zhengwei looks too young.
Seeing that Chen Zhengwei remained silent, Lin Yuanshan asked subconsciously: "What about the third one?"
"President Lin, speaking of which, I also saved your life. Even a drop of kindness must be repaid by a spring, let alone a life-saving favor? You must repay this kindness." Chen Zhengwei said slowly.
"If you don't agree with both plans, then you just don't want to repay your kindness!" Chen Zhengwei put his hand on the coffee table and made a crisp impact sound.
When he moved his hand away, there was a bullet on the coffee table.
Chen Zhengwei looked at Lin Yuanshan with a smile.
"President Lin, if you don't repay the favor of saving your life, then it won't sound good if the news spreads."
It will kill people!
