dkrc Chapter 7 Madam, you didn't want this either, did you?
Chapter 7 Madam, you didn't want this either, did you?
"Amaru, wait for me in the car, I'll be right back."
"Do you need any help?"
"Ha, no need, it's nothing, we'll leave as soon as we're done."
As Xu Shengjie spoke, he pushed open the car door and got out of the car.
He walked through the foyer, down the stairs, and headed straight for the basement.
I watched "A Native of Beijing in New York" in my past life, so it's not unfamiliar. Moreover, basements are a common sight for new immigrants. The East Village is relatively better; if you go to Brooklyn's Chinatown, the conditions there are much more difficult.
A group of people walked towards us.
The leader was bald.
He was wearing an old-fashioned suit and didn't look very proud.
He frowned when he saw Xu Shengjie.
He could tell from their attire that Xu Shengjie was not one of them.
Who are you looking for?
The bald man stopped Xu Shengjie.
Hey, it's someone I know!
Isn't this Cheng Danqing?
Xu Shengjie wasn't quite sure what he was like in New York, but he figured Qi was probably like this; however, he had a deep impression of Qi's pretentious and serious demeanor after returning to China.
During the time Xu Shengjie was in the hospital, there were two people he disliked the most.
One is Bai Moumou, and the other is this guy!
"I'm looking for Zhou Wenqiong."
"Who are you? What do you want with her?"
Upon hearing Xu Shengjie's Mandarin with a Shanghai accent, Cheng immediately straightened his back.
Xu Shengjie was a little annoyed. "Whose pants are zipped up, leaving this thing showing? Who I am is none of your business!"
"How dare you speak like that?"
The young man behind Cheng immediately stepped forward and tried to shove him.
Xu Shengjie would never indulge him...
Those who come to America these days and hang out with Cheng are basically no good.
That might be a bit of an overstatement, but out of ten, seven or eight are definitely among them.
Xu Shengjie's personality had been smoothed out in his previous life, but now that he has transmigrated, although the original owner is dead, his fierce nature from fighting in Chinatown since childhood still influences him to some extent.
His face darkened, and he stepped forward and punched the other man in the stomach.
The young man screamed in pain, clutching his stomach and kneeling on the ground.
This body is quite powerful... I don't know if it's because the original owner was born with superhuman strength, or if it's a perk after transmigrating?
It doesn't feel like I used much force!
"Why did you hit me?"
"You bastard, are you looking for death?"
The young men behind Cheng were filled with righteous indignation and stepped forward to attack.
Xu Shengjie grew impatient, reached into his waistband and pulled out a .357 caliber Luger GP100 revolver, pressing the muzzle directly against Cheng's forehead.
In an instant, the noise stopped abruptly.
This gun was a handgun collected by Xu Shengjie's father, Xu Jiadong, before his death.
After Xu Jiadong's death, the gun came into the possession of Xu Shengjie.
The original owner rarely used it, but it was in excellent condition... Well, most importantly, he was too old to legally own a gun, so it had always been kept at home. Today, when he went out, Xu Shengjie subconsciously took it out.
The original owner of this body fought with the Japanese in the East Village.
Although the Japanese troops withdrew, some remained.
In case you run into trouble, you need a weapon to defend yourself, right? After all, this is America, where gunfights happen every day!
Even with a hardliner like Giuliani in power, the security situation should not be underestimated.
Anyway, Xu Shengjie was a little worried.
Cheng's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
This guy isn't from China. People from China wouldn't pull out a gun at the drop of a hat. He's a typical old American.
"brother……"
"Who the hell is your brother? You wouldn't listen to me when I was trying to talk to you properly, and now you suddenly want to call me brother?"
"No, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"
"But I don't think it's a misunderstanding."
Just then, Tupac arrived.
He waited outside for a while, and when he saw that Xu Shengjie hadn't come out, he followed him.
Upon seeing Xu Shengjie with a gun, 2Pac immediately pulled a Glock 17 from his crotch and casually disengaged the safety.
"Amaru, don't shoot."
Xu Shengjie only wanted to quell the incident, not escalate it.
He quickly stopped Tupac, saying, "It's just a small misunderstanding, it's alright."
"Are you really alright?" Tupac asked nervously. "If there's any trouble, I can call for help."
"Who are you calling? This is Chinatown."
Tupac realized what was happening and shoved the gun back into his crotch.
"Brother Cheng, who's looking for me?"
A soft, Wu dialect voice came from behind the crowd.
Zhou Wenqiong was tidying up inside the house and didn't hear the commotion outside.
She wouldn't even know someone was looking for her if she hadn't been notified.
She stepped out from the crowd and looked at Xu Shengjie.
In an instant, Zhou Wenqiong's face changed... She had a nightmare all night, dreaming that the boy who shot her in front of her came to her door.
So early in the morning, she called a few friends over.
She lost her passport, green card, and even her wallet, but she wasn't worried.
But she knew that there was an application form for the Pan-Asian Theatre Company in her bag, which had her current address on it.
She dared not tell anyone that she had witnessed a murder...
If she said that, she was certain that her very kind and friendly "Brother Cheng" would never dare to come over.
Xu Shengjie guessed correctly!
Chinese people who lived through this period have a natural fear of the United States.
What good is it to be successful back home? Here, you have to act like a pushover! That's what her seniors told her.
Don't cause trouble, be more tolerant.
Be humble; Americans will be more willing to accept us that way.
But now...
She was terrified, but she mustered her courage and stepped forward, saying, "This has nothing to do with them. If you're looking for me, I'm here."
His voice trembled slightly.
Xu Shengjie released Tupaike, looked at Zhou Wenqiong, and smiled!
This woman is so beautiful!
No wonder Liu Yifei said in an interview, "I'm the ugliest person in my family."
Aunt Liu is very beautiful, and her aunt is even more beautiful.
"Hello, Ms. Zhou, I'm a fan of yours."
"what?"
"I've seen your performance in 'Jade Mahjong'."
As he spoke, he took a notebook out of his backpack and casually slipped Zhou Wenqiong's passport, wallet, green card, and the application form inside. The basement corridor was dimly lit, and even with Cheng standing right next to her, he couldn't see her clearly.
Moreover, his mind was completely blank.
When the gun was pointed at his forehead, he...peed!
Zhou Wenqiong was also a little confused at this point.
She instinctively took the notebook, but immediately realized something was wrong.
My passport, green card... are all there.
She looked up at Xu Shengjie and then noticed his handsome face, which resembled Alain Delon's.
Yesterday, she was so frightened that she didn't pay any attention.
Moreover, Xu Shengjie had a fierce expression on his face at the time, and he had killed someone, so how could she have noticed this handsome face?
Xu Shengjie approached and lowered his voice, saying, "You didn't see anything, and I don't want to cause you any trouble."
We're all Chinese. When we're away from home, we help each other out... If something really happens to me, you'll be sad too.
This is New York!
"Madam, I know you don't want to cause trouble, right?"
At this moment, Zhou Wenqiong's mind went completely blank.
She nodded subconsciously and said softly, "I didn't tell anyone."
"If you run into trouble in the future, go to Mott Street and find Justin Zhang. Just say you are Jeff's friend, and he will do his best to help."
"Thanks!"
"Then why aren't you signing it?"
"Oh, oh, oh..."
Zhou Wenqiong finally came to her senses and hurriedly put her passport and other items into her pockets, then patted herself down.
"Does anyone have a pen?"
"I have."
Xu Shengjie gave her a fountain pen.
At this moment, Zhou Wenqiong's mind was completely in turmoil.
She hurriedly wrote her name in the notebook and then returned it to Xu Shengjie.
Xu Shengjie smiled, took the notebook, and carefully put it into his bag. He then thanked Zhou Wenqiong, turned around, and pulled Tupaike out.
Do you really know me?
"Lan Yun is breathtakingly beautiful."
Xu Shengjie smiled, waved to the group of people with his back to them, and then put his arm around Tupaike and went up the stairs.
"Bro, so you're here to chase after celebrities?"
"Is that not allowed?"
"Fuck you, I'm a celebrity too, and I'm really famous in America, why don't you ask me for an autograph?"
"Your mom is so ugly!"
"Shit! Bro, if you weren't my brother, I would have emptied the magazine."
"Fuck, I have a gun too, let's shoot each other."
Come on!
Come on!
The sound gradually faded into the distance.
Zhou Wenqiong felt weak all over and quickly reached out to hold onto the wall.
She then realized that her back was soaked through!
……