1994: I Became a Literary Master in America

Chapter 53 Argument

Huang Pao, pshaw, Huang Baoluo is very enthusiastic.

"I often hear my dad talk about you, that moment at Madison Square Garden was so cool."

"Um, thank you."

James Huang, standing next to him, had a piercing gaze.

Xu Shengjie was a little embarrassed and said, "I only acted on impulse, and I regretted it immediately."

Fighting is bad, fighting is wrong... but I was just acting in self-defense, mainly because that black guy was too arrogant.

"Jeffrey, watch your words."

"James, I didn't mean any discrimination. I call Tupac 'Nigger' in front of him, and he doesn't get angry."

"But if you say that in the street, it will start a war."

Pao, Huang Baolu gently patted Xu Shengjie's arm to show his understanding.

Why is it okay for those black guys to call people "white pigs" or "yellow monkeys," but it's considered racist for them to say "black guy"?

Huang Pao followed Susanna and was outwardly a white person.

But inside his body grows a yellow heart.

Anyway, he felt that Xu Shengjie was right, but James Huang had a lot of authority at home, so he didn't dare to refute him.

"Jeffrey, what have you been up to lately?"

"Writing words, writing scripts, drawing storyboards."

James frowned, looked at him, and said, "You really want to make a movie?"

"yes."

"Making a movie requires a lot of money, where did you get so much money... Wait, you're not using making a movie as a way to launder money for Dennis and his gang, are you? Let me tell you, absolutely not! If you get involved, you'll be in endless trouble."

"I haven't been in contact with Uncle Kenny and the others for a long time."

"Yeah?"

"Mr. Huang, I am very grateful for your concern."

I'm not surprised you have doubts about Mr. Yin and Uncle Kenny. They're thieves, and you're a soldier; it's understandable for a soldier to suspect thieves. But don't think too badly of them! If they were truly bad people, I probably wouldn't be alive today.”

"What do you mean?"

"I think that Uncle Kenny and Mr. Yin were actually aware of my father's identity."

"What?"

"Your police station isn't completely airtight, otherwise there wouldn't be so many corrupt cops."

Besides, the Ghost Shadow Gang was established to maintain peace in the area. I remember clearly that in the early 1980s, black people, white people, and those Vietnamese monkeys, Koreans, and Japanese all wanted a piece of the pie in Chinatown. If the Ghost Shadow Gang hadn't held back those bastards, Chinatown wouldn't be just one BTK gang alive today.

Huang Pao looked at Xu Shengjie with a very admiring gaze.

In his memory, no one had ever dared to talk back to his father like that.

Meanwhile, Lily Huang, who sat next to him and looked like a well-behaved girl, was looking at Xu Shengjie with a curious gaze.

James Huang is silent!

How did the gangs in Chinatown come about?

As the head of the Fifth Precinct and also of Chinese descent, how could he not know?

Although he was not born in Chinatown, his ancestors came from Chinatown and often told him stories about Chinatown.

Xu Shengjie said, "Even Mr. Yin's arrest was, to put it bluntly, because those people couldn't benefit from Chinatown, so they kidnapped Mr. Yin. I don't want to comment on whether my father was right or wrong, but at the time, he did protect Chinatown."

Uncle Huang, you grew up on the Upper East Side and now live on the Upper West Side.

The people here are either rich or powerful, and the police station usually has twice as many patrol cars as Chinatown.

You've never lived in Chinatown, so you have no idea what Uncle Kenny and his crew are doing.

In fact, after Mr. Yin was arrested, if it weren't for Uncle Kenny and Uncle Jimmy leading their men to block those tarpaulin-wearing kids, the streets of Chinatown would probably be full of zombies with pistols in their crotches and DPs in their pockets.

In upper-class society, face is important.

They don't use discriminatory language.

However, at the lower levels, swearing in front of someone is perfectly normal.

Sometimes, if you don't hurl a few insults at them, those bastards will feel itchy for a beating. In TV shows and movies, black people go berserk at the mere mention of "nigger." But in reality, even if you hold a gun to their head, they can remain unfazed.

To put it bluntly, whoever has the bigger fist has the most say.

Otherwise, Meloni wouldn't have been able to confidently declare that what Downpour did was a "great" thing, even though it clearly violated international law, after he beheaded President Ma.

In fact, international law is just that.

It all boils down to two words: money and fists!

After Xu Shengjie finished speaking, he was already prepared for James Huang to go berserk.

However, James Huang remained silent.

How could he not understand these principles?

After a long pause, he sighed and said, "Jeffrey, you may be right."

I'm just looking at Dennis and his group from my own perspective, but from Chinatown's point of view, perhaps Dennis and his group are the ones on the side of justice.

However, I must warn you: if you help them launder money, I will never let you off the hook.

"I don't even know what they do."

Justin said that Uncle Kenny and his group are currently busy working with the Fuzhou community on Eighth Avenue to assist Mr. Yin in developing Sheephead Bay.

"Yangtou Bay?"

James Huang paused for a moment, then said, "Their judgment is not bad."

Mayor Giuliani is indeed preparing to invest tens of billions of dollars to develop the Sheepshead Bay area, and the process is already underway... Well, I'll talk to Dennis. As long as they don't break the law, I can't be bothered with them."

"Uncle Huang, I think you should use your energy to keep an eye on Mr. Yin and his group instead of focusing on your Fifth Precinct and preventing internal strife."

"Hmm, what do you mean?"

"Rumors are circulating on the streets that the police are going to plant a needle in the Fifth Precinct from the police plaza."

"Now, quite a few people in the police station have chosen sides..."

James Huang, who had been sitting slouchingly, suddenly sat up straight and stared at Xu Shengjie, saying, "Jeffrey, did you hear anything?"

"You see, if I didn't work as a street hustler in Chinatown, you wouldn't even know you've had your power taken away from you."

"Nonsense, of course I know what it means for the higher-ups to appoint Yamamoto. They just think I have absolute power in the Fifth Precinct."

"It doesn't matter if you can control everything, as long as you can transfer benefits."

The problem is, after you were the police chief for several years, how much benefit did the police in the square actually receive? They sent people down there just to create chaos in Chinatown, then the various gangs would come in, pay protection money, and everyone would benefit—a win-win situation.

"Jeffrey, you're overthinking it."

At that moment, Susanna came out of the kitchen and announced to everyone, "Dinner is ready."

She then said to James Huang, "I think Jeffrey didn't think too much about it. That's how things often work."

You sit in the office all day, and your understanding of the world is even less than Jeffrey's.

Jeffrey, tell me, who upset you?

Xu Shengjie couldn't help but laugh.

Susanna was the only one who understood; she talked to James Huang for ages, but he just didn't get it.

"Uncle Huang, Harris Hayashi from your department has already started to take sides."

"Um?"

"But I think it's normal. Hayashi is a Japanese devil, and Yamamoto is also a Japanese devil."

It's only natural for Japanese devils to help each other. If I were you, I would find out through Hayashi who decided to side with Yamamoto, then exile Hayashi to Cypress Mountain, and everything would be over.

James Huang sized up Xu Shengjie.

A moment later, he sat down at the table. "You little brat, you're pretty ruthless and vicious. It's a shame you're not on the streets."

"Thank you for the compliment."

puff!

Huang Pao couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

"When I try to advise you, you just give me a cold shoulder."

Jeffrey is arguing with you, but you think he's right. I told you before, how could those guys in Police Square tolerate a Chinese person like you controlling Chinatown? Their ultimate goal is to gain more benefits.”

"Shut up! Don't think that just because you studied law for a year you can boss me around."

Huang Pao shrugged.

Susanna brought out today's main course, lemon sea bass.

Sweet and sour!

Furthermore, the fish meat was not properly processed, so it still had a slight, barely perceptible fishy smell.

"Aunt Susanna's cooking is amazing."

"Really? When I made this dish before, James and Pao both said it was just so-so."

I always thought they just didn't like eating fish... If you do like it, then eat more. Make yourself at home, don't be shy.

Susanna beamed and handed another piece of fish to Xu Shengjie.

Xu Shengjie didn't stand on ceremony and wolfed down his food.

Huang Pao, watching from the side, gave him a thumbs up: "Brother, you're really ruthless."

Xu Shengjie said, "Pao, you don't understand, this is the taste of mom."

Maybe you don't care, but for me...

He said softly, "I never knew what my mother's cooking tasted like. It was probably like Aunt Susanna's lemon sea bass."

One sentence brought tears to Susanna's eyes, her eyes filled with heartache.

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