Chapter 7: The Ostentation of Chinatown

  Chinatown has always been a paradise for Chinese people, where you can see all kinds of Chinese-style teahouses and wine houses; lanterns and birdcages hanging everywhere; various ornate archways and buildings; and even more retro Tang suits and cheongsam dresses.

  Arriving at Chinatown is like coming home.

  At least Yi Feiyang had this feeling.

  Fatso looked around, since coming to the United States, he and Yi Feiyang had been working hard in restaurants for others, never having traveled like this before. Fatso was very curious, how could this place be even more ancient than Hong Kong?!

  Camel is very famous in Chinatown, of course, this fame is not a good reputation, Huang ~ gambling ~ poison almost all have his share. So Yifei Yang easily found out his address.

  This is a very large parlor, at this moment inside the smoke is thick and heavy, the sound of mahjong tiles is loud. A curly-haired man wearing a plaid shirt and a thick gold chain, is leaning against the wall, smoking while watching the commotion around him.

  Yi Feiyang made the fatty wait outside and pushed open the door himself, walking in with an air of superiority.

  "I'm looking for Lao San." Yi Feiyang said bluntly to the curly-haired man who was in charge of the venue.

  He rolled his cigarette and looked at Yifeiyang with a slanted gaze, "What are you looking for him about?"

  "Buy goods."

  "What goods?"

  "Green goods."

  ……

  Juanmao looked at Yifeiyang again, "Did you bring money?"

  Yi Feiyang patted the bulging newspaper and said, "Look, it's all here!"

  "Follow me!" The curly-haired man threw away his cigarette butt and then led Yi Feiyang to the back door of the Swallow Pavilion.

  Out of the back door is a narrow corridor, at the end of the corridor is an iron gate.

  Cháng máo hěn shú liàn de sān cháng yī duǎn, qiāo le qiāo mén.

  Translation:

  The long-haired one skillfully knocked three long and one short on the door.

  The iron gate opened with a creak.

  A sturdy man poked his head out from inside and asked, "What's going on?"

  "Come and get your goods, bring money with you!" said Curly with a smile.

  That sturdy man glanced at Yi Feiyang.

  Yi Feiyang brightened up and waved a thick stack of newspapers in his hand.

  The strong man then opened the door and said, "Come in!"

  Yi Feiyang had just stepped inside when, "Don't move!" a burly man began to pat him down. It seemed this camel's owner had many enemies, making things so tense.

  "Friend, hurry up, I'm afraid Old Master Camel can't wait! And don't scratch my armpits, it's ticklish!"

  "Cut the crap!" The strong man pushed him impatiently and Yi Feiyang shrugged his shoulders and walked forward.

  The view became broad, and it was easy to see that this was an underground warehouse. In the center of the warehouse, a sofa and table were placed. A hunchbacked old man was eating egg fried rice with big mouthfuls, eating until the rice grains splashed everywhere. On either side of him stood two tall men in black clothes, their faces ferocious, looking like they weren't good people at all.

  "Haha, no need to say it, you're the camel old man!" Yì Fēiyáng chuckled and stepped forward.

  "The egg fried rice in this Chinese restaurant is getting better and better." Camels, who were eating egg fried rice crazily, suddenly raised his head and looked at Yifeyang, "Do you want to try some?"

  "Haha, Camel's treating us to a meal, of course I'll have a taste!" Yi Feiyang didn't hesitate and reached into the plate to grab a handful of rice, taking a big bite. "The flavor is not bad, it's got punch!"

  Camel didn't think Yifei Yang would really dare move his own things!

  Too arrogant, too used to being treated as an insider!

  Is it ignorance of the rules or is there something backing you up?!

  Just as Lao Da was being humiliated, two burly men in black clothes revealed their sinister intentions beside him.

  The camel's master made a sign with his eyes, and they didn't move.

  "What do you want to see me for?" Camel Old Man took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

  "Come to you for a green card, I heard that only you, Master Camel, have great powers. Name a price, how much?!" Yī Fēi Yáng licked the rice grains on his finger, with an expression of not being satisfied yet.

  Camel smiled, "Doing business is what I like! 8,000 yuan a piece, no bargaining!"

  Yi Feiyang tossed the folded newspaper onto the table, "This is money, two copies!"

  Camel: "Alright, let's take a look!" He stretched out his hand to open the newspaper.

  Open one layer, it's newspaper.

  Open another layer, still newspaper.

  In the end, all the money is just worthless paper!

  Camel's father laughed, his laughter was very gloomy, "You stinky little boy, dare to play tricks on me?!"

  Hush! The two burly men in black, standing with their feet apart, drew out the "Old Cow" from behind their waists. The long knife gleamed brightly, emitting a cold light.

  It's believable that with a single order from Lao San, these two guys would chop Yi Feiyang into minced meat.

  Yi Feiyang raised his hands obediently, "Camel brother, just kidding, you won't be so serious about it, will you?"

  "Are you kidding me! I'm in my fifties, what's the point of playing with you! You must be a god of longevity who's eaten too much arsenic... and is tired of living!" Camel Grandpa stood up, walked to Yi Fei Yang's side, patted his shoulder, and leaned close to his face, saying: "Don't blame me for being ruthless, this is what you asked for!"

  Yi Feiyang still had a smile on his face, "Camel brother, you're also considered a senior, can't we negotiate?"

  "Heh heh, let's discuss this...". Camels' words got stuck halfway, and all that could be seen was Yifei Yang opening his mouth, a sharp blade emerging from the tip of his tongue, its edge pointing directly at the carotid artery on Camel's neck...

  "Camel, now, can we make a deal?" Yi Feiyang smiled and stared at the discolored camel.

  Having experienced countless great waves, Old Camel didn't expect to capsize in a ditch. "Youngster, do you think you can walk away safely by doing this?"

  "Go out? Why should I go out? I just managed to get in, didn't I?"

  Yi Feiyang's pretending to be crazy and silly has completely gotten on Lao San's nerves, "Speak up, what do you want?"

  "It's simple, give me a green card and we can make a deal!"

  "Impossible! This is out of order!"

  "Isn't right and wrong defined by people?"

  A thin blade slid gently across Lao Ye's neck...

  Camel's father gritted his teeth, "Alright, let's make a deal... you help me get one account, and once it's in hand, I'll give you a green card!"

  "Who is chasing? How many?"

  "A damned American, nicknamed 'Rabbit Bill', is making underground movies! The bill is thirty thousand US dollars!"

  "Hehe, even Master Camel is unwilling to settle this account, it seems like a very difficult task!"

  "Nonsense, it's mainly because that guy runs fast, every time I'm stuck at a checkpoint he gets away!"

  "Alright, I'll take care of catching the rabbit!" Yi Feiyang took a step back, effectively "releasing" Lao Zhang.

  A sinister glint flashed in Lao San's eyes, "Don't you worry that I'll go back on my word?"

  Afraid? Of course not! But I think you, Old Camel, are also a big shot. If you speak like you fart, how can you still hang around?! Yī Fēi Yáng laughed and said.

  The camel who was originally going to make a move suddenly smiled and said, "Good, I appreciate you!"

  "Thanks for the compliment, Camellia. We'll meet again next time!" Yifeng Yang slapped his palm on the table.

  With a loud crash, the whole table collapsed.

  Camel and others were stunned.

  "Sorry, I got a bit heavy-handed, but this table should be replaced too, how about a solid wood one? Redwood furniture would be best. I know there's a store at the entrance of Chinatown that's reasonably priced and honest with customers!" Yifeyang chuckled to himself as he turned around and walked out nonchalantly.

  Looking at Yifeiyang's back, two big men beside him asked Camel Grandfather: "Do you want to chase after him?"

  "Chase after them? Are you a match for others?"

  Two big men looked at the table that had been slapped into disarray, speechless.

  "This kid, still has some meaning. But those 30,000 are not good to pursue, even if he finds the person, it's not necessarily possible to get the money back! Because this is a dead account!" Old Camel said gloomily. "Old Camel is wise!" "Old Camel is mighty!" "Stop flattering! Go, change the furniture for me, that one at the street corner!"

  "How about... redwood?"

  Camel: "......" So annoying!