Chapter 420 Uncle Guo! Boss!

"If it hadn't been for the rescue of the Hongmen brothers in New York, my life would have been in the hands of those foreigners who ate people without spitting bones!" Xu Jinhuan's eyes revealed endless hatred.

Chen Jiaju can see that coming to the United States this time is really an excellent time for Xu Jinhuan to solve the magic barrier in his heart.

At this time, San Francisco is far from being compared with the prosperous metropolis of later generations. Standing on the streets full of sewage and cars coming and going, Chen Jiaju has the feeling of coming to the market of a remote small town in China.

At this time, there are obviously more cars on the streets of San Francisco, but it seems that there are still a lot of carriages, typical of western cities.

Although it is just a street corner, the difference between inside and outside Chinatown is obvious at a glance. The architectural style in Chinatown is obviously the traditional Chinese style. In this city where there are not many high-rise buildings, the obvious exotic style of Chinatown is very conspicuous.

"Speaking of which, Chinatown is simply the showroom where we Chinese live a hard life in this North American continent. Look at these architectural styles full of strong Chinese characteristics and listen to the familiar tones of these southern and northern tones. How warm and emotional it is." Xu Jinhuan's words were full of loneliness in the mainland.

Most of the buildings here in Chinatown are brick and wood. The miscellaneous earth cloth signs hanging in front of the door float in the wind. Of course, there are also some extraordinary buildings with eye-catching signs made of hardwood red paint in front of the door.

Chen Jiaju judged that these may be some Tangkou industries of Hongmen, and these inadvertent small details of ordinary people may really reveal the low-key and unssuming strength of Hongmen.

"Lao Xu, most of the Chinese people here are mainly Chinese in Fujian and Guangdong. There don't seem to be many northerners like you." Chen Jiaju noticed a detail here.

"Yes, this is also a characteristic of the Chinese people. They like to do everything together. Most of the Chinese workers who came to San Francisco in the early days were residents of the southern coast. After a long time, San Francisco has become the first choice for many Chinese in the south. It's not strange!" Xu Jin explained with a smile.

"When everyone mentions Hongmen, they think of more of those righteous people fighting against the Qing government in China. Now Hongmen has been in China, but what they didn't expect is that Hongmen has reopened in this North American continent. It really has a kind of fragrance inside the wall and the outside the wall!" Xu Jinhuan's eyes were full of some kind of yearning, and it could be seen that he still had a good impression of this once life-saving organization.

"In fact, this is also related to the tenacious national character of our Chinese people. The more dangerous the environment is, the more we Chinese can stimulate infinite potential. In a word, everything is for survival!" Chen Jiaju also sighed.

Unconsciously, the two came to a typical Cantonese-style building and looked up and saw the words "Hongmen Zhigongtang" written on it. Chen Jiaju said in his heart that this might be the so-called hidden taste of the city. If it weren't for someone with a heart, who would have thought that such an ordinary building would be Wei. The center of the Chinese community that shocked the underground forces in North America?

"Two, this is a private territory, please don't disturb!" A strong man suddenly appeared in front of them, dressed in an old-fashioned domestic dress, with a thick cloth short jacket on the upper body, black cotton trousers on the lower body, and black cloth shoes on his feet. Just by looking at the bright appearance of his eyes, you can understand that this man is definitely a practitioner.

Chen Jiaju took a step forward, handed over a post, and arched his hand and said, "Excuse me, this brother, please tell me that Chen Jiaju, Nanyang Borneo, Kujin Zhongyi Hall, came to worship the mountain!"

The man looked at the two young people in suits and leather shoes in front of him, and his heart was strange. Is such a svenous appearance also a mixed community?

"Okay, you two, please come to the living room here. I'm going to report it!" The strong man seems to be very old-fashioned. Of course, he may have seen a lot about this situation, and there is no such situation of judging people by their appearance.

Under the leadership of the strong man, Chen Jiaju and the other two went straight into the main hall of the public hall. After sitting down, a servant came forward to serve tea, and the man respectfully left and entered the back hall to report.

In a secluded study in the backyard of Zhigongtang, there are two people sitting and tasting tea. Seeing the fierceness emanating from the bottom of their eyes from time to time, you can imagine that these two are definitely the bosses of Zhigongtang who have experienced the wind and frost.

A relatively young man with a long beard got up and continued the waterway for the slightly older old man opposite: "Uncle Guo, why are you so eager to retire? You still need your advice!"

The thin old man looked tired. He took the cigarette handed over by the long-bearded man and sighed, "Since there is always a time to rest, just put down all the troubles and trifles and have a complete rest. Otherwise, Situ, your work is not easy to do!"

"Uncle Guo is too worried. You are talking in the hall. With you as the backing for us young people, we also know what's wrong!" The long-bearded man is still trying to keep him.

The old man sips a few sips of fragrant tea and said lightly, "Let's say this. After the Spring Festival, I will move to Los Angeles and retire quietly in that picturesque place. It's also a beautiful thing!"

The man named Situ sighed and said quietly, "Since Uncle Guo has made up his mind, Situ will no longer force him to stay. I hope Uncle Guo will take care of his health!"

The old man smiled and said, "You are an Anliang Hall master who shocked New York, and now you are now the first brother of the Prime Minister of the public. He actually behaves like a young man who has just made his debut. It's really shocking to say such a child's love story!"

Situ smiled bitterly and said, "In the eyes of outsiders, I am the one-word An Liangtang. No, I am the first brother of our court, but in front of Uncle Guo, I am always the stupid boy who was cultivated by you at the beginning!"

The thin old man fell into a period of memories. After a long time, he said slowly, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push forward. One day, Situ, you will also be old. But as long as we don't fall in court to fight for the interests of the Chinese, even if we return in the future, our hearts will be much more peaceful.

Situ nodded and said, "Situ always remembers the teachings of Uncle Guo!"

The study fell into silence again. Only the dry firewood in the burning small stove in front of them was making a slight crackling sound, and the whole study was full of tranquility and peacefulness.

"Uncle, boss!" A voice came gently from the outside.

The old man looked up at Situ. Situ was calm and said in a low voice, "Xiao Liu, what's the matter?"