That night, Chinatown.
After returning to New York.
Luo Yang also met a lot of friends.
He remembered that he hadn't been to Uncle Fang's place for a long time.
Fang Deyan is his father's good friend and treats him like his own son.
When I first came to New York, Uncle Fang rented the house, and he was also the one who contacted the community college.
It was time to go to Uncle Fang's store and have a chat with him.
After all, it's been half a year since he left New York.
Luo Yang came alone to the Xinglong Hotel on Canal Street in the Chinatown community.
It's late afternoon, the busiest time in the hotel.
In the restaurant, diners filled all the tables and it was extremely lively.
Most of the local Chinese eat here, and a considerable number of white families also choose to have dinner together in Chinese restaurants.
Luo Yang quietly approached the middle-aged man with white hair on his temples.
He was slightly chubby and slightly put on weight.
"Pack a green pepper and shredded pork rice bowl, Boss Fang."
Hearing the familiar voice, Uncle Fang raised his head and squinted to identify who it was.
"Roy, how long have you been here?
Come on, come here."
Uncle Fang was extremely excited when he saw Luo Yang appearing unexpectedly.
Uncle Fang took little Roy and sat on an empty seat near the cashier, which had just been vacated.
Uncle Fang brought the Sprite and shouted: "Cook up some vegetables for me."
"But remember, there must be shredded pork with green pepper."
Fang Deyan turned around and said: "Roy, Principal Adrian told me three months ago that you applied for a leave of absence and haven't been to school.
Why?"
Luo Yang guessed that Uncle Fang would say this.
He certainly couldn't say that he went to Kathmandu to study.
"I have been traveling for a few months.
Mainly in Asia, but also in China."
Uncle Fang looked confused.
After hesitation, he continued: "I asked your friend Calvin, and I found out that you had not returned from New York.
I didn't expect you to be gone for so long this time."
"I'm back now, and everything is normal."
Luo Yang took a sip of ice-cold Sprite, "By the way, it seems that the hotel business has been good recently."
Uncle Fang looked around with satisfaction.
The guests all greeted him cordially and called his name.
"Just average.
About the same as before."
Uncle Fang stood up and brought the wine glass: "Roy, have a few drinks with me."
After a while, the dishes were brought out from the back kitchen.
Luo Yang and Uncle Fang drank together and ate authentic Chinese dishes.
The wine I drank was Wuliangye, which had a mellow taste but was also very punchy.
Uncle Fang forced him to drink liquor, and the young man who had just turned 20 could only risk his life to accompany the gentleman.
After three drinks, time also flew by.
Gradually, most of the guests in Xinglong Hotel finished their meals, paid their bills and left the hotel.
Only a few Chinese men were left, continuing to drink, eat peanuts and chat.
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The air was filled with the smell of dishes, and the electric fan overhead swung laboriously, making an awkward jamming sound.
Wow The hotel door was pushed open violently.
Generally, few people come to a Chinese restaurant after dinner.
Luo Yang looked up and saw several muscular Asian men holding cigarettes and wearing black vests.
The four people opened the door and walked into the hotel carelessly.
"Why are brothers Aaron from the Triad here today?"
Uncle Fang immediately stood up and greeted him.
He drinks a lot, but is only half-drunk.
The triad member known as Aaron plopped down at the dining table by the door.
He looks like a mixed-race Chinese, and he has a blue dragon tattooed on his neck.
"I'm short of money recently, so I came to Canal Street in advance to collect money."
"Yes, I understand.
I'll prepare now."
Uncle Fang smiled awkwardly and responded.
Uncle Fang was about to get up to get the money.
He quietly said to Luo Yang: "This is Aaron Zhou from the Triad.
He is responsible for collecting protection fees in Chinatown."
Based on his previous knowledge of night operations in New York, he knew that people from the Triads had been collecting protection fees.
Luo Yang looked at Aaron and his followers coldly: "They come every once in a while to collect protection fees."
"Maybe once a month to collect it."
These people are acting like aunts Uncle Fang walked to the cashier, and Aaron added: "By the way, New York has been getting more and more chaotic recently, and all kinds of cats and dogs have come out.
We, the Triads, are protecting you, and the protection fees are naturally going up."
Uncle Fang hummed, wondering how much money Aaron wanted to extort.
"Now our triad protection fee is at least 1,200 US dollars at a time.
Don't take less, Boss Fang."
These scum come once a month, sometimes even earlier.
Why do they have to extort protection fees of more than 1,000 US dollars every time?
There is no way these gangsters want to protect the store.
They just use their power to squeeze every penny of their hard-earned money from ordinary businessmen in Chinatown.
And the street heroes who truly protect them will never charge any fees.
Don't give them money.
Luo Yang wanted to say this.
However, he had to use his brain first and not harm the future survival of Uncle Fang's restaurant.
If you beat up the Triad people in this restaurant, or kill these four people, the next ones who will suffer will definitely be Uncle Fang and Xinglong Hotel.
Luo Yang just watched Uncle Fang count out the money and handed it to Aaron.
While Aaron Zhou praised Boss Fang for his good management, he left with satisfaction and headed to the next store.
"Uncle Fang, I'm going out for a while and I'll be back later to do something good."
Without waiting for Uncle Fang to agree, Luo Yang opened the door and walked out.
He followed Aaron and the other four.
After following and observing them for a long time, these four triad members pretended to be coquettish and shouted back and forth to collect protection fees from at least five Chinese shops.
There was a shop that specialized in buying and selling clothes and small commodities, but it couldn't get any cash at the moment.
Aaron Zhou, however, was unambiguous and took out a gun directly, pointing it at the other person's head and asking him to pay.
Finally, after some threats, Aaron and his men received $500 and a valuable watch.
He kicked the door of the shop hard and slammed it away.
Aaron is a man who speaks broken Mandarin and looks more like a Southeast Asian.
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His ugly face made Luo Yang extremely disgusted.
The three Asian men around him were even more wanton and could say anything in order to collect protection money.
The four members of the Triad left Chinatown and headed to the parking lot to pick up their cars.
Luo Yang followed closely.
Aaron took his three brothers and drove out of Chinatown to the nearest red light district.
They squandered the funds gained tonight, which would probably allow them to find four top Eastern European beauties.
Luo Yang waited patiently until the four people finished their entertainment and walked out of the feast.
Aaron and his brother came out of a high-end club, drank some wine, and staggered down the deserted street.
At the empty street corner, Luo Yang stepped out and shouted with great energy: "Aaron Zhou."
Hearing the shouts, the four of them turned their heads.
They saw a tall boy wearing an ordinary student jacket, a black mask, and his hands in his trouser pockets.
He was standing not far away.
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