Chapter 15 (1/2)
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The sound of gunfire interrupted Li Zitao's imagination. When he opened the door and went out, the previously arrogant villagers were kneeling on the ground, holding their heads in their hands, and sincerely repenting on their faces.
”It's not right to bully the weak, it's shameful to bully the Chinese...” Hearing these two words repeatedly under the guidance of Huang Yifang, Li Zitao almost didn't laugh to death by his peculiar hobby.
You have 50 or 60 machine guns pointing at other people's heads and making them repent. Who is bullying whom?
Don't you blush at that line? Really But I like it!
He moved a stool and sat down in front of the villagers. Li Zitao listened to them talking like chanting sutras, until he lost his voice.
”Do you want to follow me?” Although the foreigners also have fun, but they really speak straight, not so many twists and turns.
As for the reason? Li Zitao speculates that their language is too simple to be able to interpret a 3000 word composition like Chinese.
”Are you working for the Italians?” Sammo had to raise his head and ask with hatred in his eyes.
To have so many guns, only Italians in Chicago, and he hated Italians, and his two brothers died in the hands of the Italian mafia.
”No, I work for myself.” Li Zitao put his elbows on his knees, leaned forward and said aggressively, ”besides, I hate Italians too.”
Because if they don't die, I can't get the benefits I want. Li Zitao thinks this reason is very reasonable.
”Then I'll do it with you, boss.” Sammoud tried to stand up, but was held in the back neck by the monk with a gun.
”Monk.” He waved and motioned for everyone to put away their guns. Li said with a smile, ”welcome to join us.”
”What's our name, boss?” The black people are very familiar with themselves, and Samoan shows them incisively and vividly. They just want to strike a stroke on the Chinese people, and they will be the boss one by one.
”Er...” What is called? How does my mother know?
To think about it, it seems that they do not have a unified name so far, which is really an embarrassing question.
Red Flower Club? Green Gang? Qing Gang still forget about it. People's orthodoxy is still there. What if they all come to visit relatives when they go back to run?
”Call blue and white chamber of Commerce!” Thinking of the killer organization of Longmen escort agency, Li Zitao shows a meaningful smile.
In May 1929, the blue and white chamber of Commerce was officially established in Chicago.
”Blue and white chamber of Commerce?” Samoan scratched his head a little confused and didn't understand what he meant.
”Just remember what to call it. Besides, I need more people. Can you find it?” Li Zitao walked forward, and Samo had to follow carefully.
”Yes, I have many brothers.” Sammy said with pride.
More brothers, another characteristic of black people, as long as they are of the same skin color, meet ”Hi, brother.” Then they became brothers.
Of course, Li Zitao has never seen this brother before, but it is still unknown.
However, the black people at this time were very united, because the whole society discriminated against and oppressed them, so they could only keep warm with the same brothers and sisters.
”For the time being, 10 US dollars a month is needed. I need to really dare to fight and dare not to die.” What kind of welfare, Li Zitao did not promise them, but employed.
Different from the compatriots here, they are the real team members of Li Zitao, and these guys can only be regarded as the tools he needs at present.
As for the future, Li Zitao does not know at present, everything has to be proved by time.
”All right, boss. Do you want me to call them here now?” Sammo had to point behind him.
”Yes.” When Li Zitao nodded, he never thought that Samhad could find more than 100 people, and each one looked stronger than the monks.
It was the next day when I saw these people. They were all from samurai's men who knocked at the door.
”Boss, these are the best guys. They are not afraid to die, as long as they have food.” Said Sammo, patting a black man on the shoulder.
For these people, as long as they have a chance to eat and earn money, it's nothing to be afraid of. All they need is an opportunity.
Black people at this time are more eager for success and prosperity than anyone else.
”Well, I'll stay here and train with him.” Li Zitao wanted to say that there was no need for so many people.
But when he saw the admiration and crisis in the eyes of monks and others, Li Zitao suddenly thought that it would be better to give them some pressure.
The next two weeks were calm, holding a huge sum of $200000 in his hand. With a big wave of his hand, Li Zitao gave Huang Yifang $50000, which scared him out of sleep for two nights.
Piles of beef, chicken, vegetables and fruits were moved into area 22, and trucks came in and out, finally making it a bit popular.For monks and samouds, everyday life is both painful and happy.