Rong Jiacai took people to the investigation bureau, along with a translator named Lin Yuchang.
"Xiucai, I have nothing to do with An Songtang, and I have never done anything sorry to you. Please don't harm me!"
Lin Yuchang said as he walked.
"Why is there so much nonsense? Let you help translate!"
"Have you ever thought about working with Brother Wei? I can't treat you badly. Now we are in short supply of people like you who can deal with ghosts."
The brokers on the other side of the square all have connections with the government, otherwise they wouldn't be able to do this business.
However, the relationship with the Tangkou is not deep. After all, they rely on words and connections to make a living, and they cannot afford to fight with others.
Tangkou asked them to borrow their names, and they had to pay Tangkou a sum of money every month, and they would also act as translators when needed.
Lin Yuchang is actually from Ansongtang, and he is also from Xinning.
Fatty Li and others were all dead before, and almost all the Xinning people under Fatty Li were also dead. He was the only one left, and he didn't dare to show up for many days.
He had introduced jobs to people from the Rong family before, so he had met Rong Jiacai twice.
After he inquired about the situation in the past few days, when he was still thinking about whether to go to Rong Jiacai, Rong Jiacai led someone to the door.
"I'll think about it!" Lin Yuchang hesitated after hearing Rong Jiacai's words.
The main reason is that people like Chen Zhengwei are too trouble-making and have many enemies. If you do things for them, you might get implicated one day, and you might even lose your life.
"What are you considering? Do you have any choice? Come and work with us. Then we will all be good brothers!" Rong Jiacai said with a smile.
The group arrived at the investigation bureau, opened the door and saw the officers on duty.
The person on duty inside saw a group of Chinese rushing in and wanted to reprimand him. Rong Jiacai saw one of them at a glance and pointed at him.
That man was one of Michael's men, and he also recognized Rong Jiacai and others.
After all, Chen Zhengwei's people are easy to identify.
Working with Chen Zhengwei these days, I have a gangster air about me.
Even if other Chinese people wear the same clothes, they don't look so gangster.
Not to mention that Rong Jiacai was an important figure under Chen Zhengwei, whom he had met twice before.
He immediately said to the others: "I know them."
Then he stood up and walked to Rong Jiacai: "Why are you here?"
"Where is your boss Michael?" Rong Jiacai asked, he could still speak such simple English.
"Go out and talk!" The ghost man's face changed slightly, and then he led everyone outside.
"What are you doing here?"
"We are looking for Michael!" Rong Jiacai asked Lin Yuchang to translate.
"We have taken care of the casinos in Chinatown. But there are still some people who are ignorant of current affairs and are a little dissatisfied. Brother Wei asked you to clean up their place!"
When Lin Yuchang translated, he was a little surprised because Rong Jiacai's tone was very strong.
He subconsciously translated it as "Weige wants you to clean up their place!"
"The captain has gone home, I will tell him tomorrow!" the ghost said, he couldn't make a decision on this kind of thing.
"No!" Rong Jiacai thought of Chen Zhengwei's instructions to him and said forcefully: "If you still want to get the money, take us to find Michael now."
The ghost guy hesitated and nodded: "Okay, I will take you to find him, and you can talk to him then. As for the rest, I can't help you!"
Only then did Rong Jiacai smile.
Michael's residence is not too far away, on a street two streets away, and there are two-story wooden buildings here.
"Wait here!" Michael's men said when they reached the intersection.
He was just afraid that taking people directly to Michael's house would make Michael unhappy.
However, from this place, the location of Michael's house could be seen. Rong Jiacai watched the ghost man walk to a door and knock on it.
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At this time, Michael was eating soup with mutton, potatoes, carrots, and onions and bread at home. Opposite him were two boys, the older one was seven or eight years old, and the younger one was four or five years old.
And his wife was holding a girl in her arms and was chattering: "It's time for Sean to go to school... I think we should change our residence. The children in the nearby school... you know, they don't like studying very much. , I'm afraid Sean will be affected by them..."
"And the Wilson family next to me is too noisy. I haven't been able to sleep well recently...and many of the floors here are deformed and they always make creaking noises..."
"I made some inquiries recently and found out that there is a nice house two streets away. It is made of brick and stone, with bright windows and good sound insulation... and the school over there is better..."
"What's the use of learning so much? The really useful things are not those taught in school." Michael said with some disdain. He is a typical Irishman who hates school education.
"But the Wilson family next door is really noisy...they have too many children..."
Michael calculated in his mind that he still had... six hundred yuan... well, it was a lot of money for ordinary people.
But it is still too little for buying a house.
"Let's wait a few more months!" Michael thought for a while and said.
He just negotiated with those Chinese two days ago.
From now on, I can get 600 yuan a week. After excluding the ones distributed to my subordinates and those who manage my superiors, I will be left with 350 yuan a week, which is 1,400 yuan a month.
It only takes more than half a year to buy a new house.
The premise is that he will never play cards again.
But with this money, even if I play cards occasionally, I can live a very good life.
While talking, there was a knock on the door.
Mrs. Michael opened the door and saw one of Michael's men outside.
"Good evening, madam!" Michael's men said hello after taking off their hats.
"Are you looking for Michael? Do you want to try the stew I made first?" Michael's wife asked with a smile.
"Looks like you have something to do with me! You guys eat first!" Michael saw his men winking at him, put down his spoon and stood up.
The two came to the door, and Michael asked: "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Chen's people are here! Over there at the intersection!"
After a while, Michael came to the intersection.
"Officer Michael!" Rong Jiacai was still very polite to Michael.
"I'm already off work! Why do you want to come to me at this time?" Michael said angrily. On the way here, he had already learned the general situation from his subordinates.
"Our boss said that this involves your own interests, and you must solve it! Otherwise, you will not get a penny in Chinatown in the future!" Although Rong Jiacai was polite, his words remained strong.
The more Lin Yuchang translated, the more frightened he became. Rong Jiacai's tone was too strong. Mr. Chen was completely ordering these ghosts to do things.
He was a little worried that the ghost guy in front of him would fall out, because this kind of thing happened often.
These ghost guys are very happy when they get benefits, but they don't recognize others when they fall out.
"Are you ordering me?" Michael said angrily.
Lin Yuchang secretly thought, sure enough.
Chinatown is different from outside Chinatown. Rong Jiacai and the others have been too smooth in Chinatown recently. Maybe they can be so tough and domineering in Chinatown.
But it's the same when facing a ghost guy, and it's easy to mess things up.
Lin Yuchang whispered his worries to Rong Jiacai.
Rong Jiacai was also a little worried, but he still said forcefully: "No, I am telling you a fact! Mr. Chen said that it must be solved now! Otherwise, you will never get a penny in Chinatown in the future!"
Michael gritted his teeth and stared at Rong Jiacai for a long time. He really wanted to fall out now, but thinking about the money he would get, and then thinking about the house his wife told him just now...
"Chinaman, you shouldn't talk to me like that! I will talk to Chen about this!" Michael gritted his teeth and tapped Rong Jiacai's chest with his finger, then turned back to get his coat.
Looking at Michael who turned to leave, Lin Yuchang sighed secretly: "Screwed up!"
But what does this have to do with him?
But a few minutes later, Michael was seen walking out of his home wearing a Bureau of Investigation jacket.
Rong Jiacai couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were bright.
Won!
He felt like he had won!
