69novels Chapter 2 Mr. Yin
Chapter 2 Mr. Yin
"Jeff, it's me, Ah An!"
Information about the person outside the door immediately flashed through Xu Shengjie's mind.
Zhang Ping'an, Kenny Zhang's son and older brother, is six years older than him and his English name is Justin.
He breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.
"Huh, it's pretty clean."
Zhang Ping'an has very obvious Chinese features, but his features are more pronounced.
Yes, he is of mixed race.
Kenny Chang's child from his previous marriage, of Cuban descent.
He had a scar on his cheekbone and a fierce look in his eyes, like a wolf.
He is a head shorter than Xu Shengjie, and his height appears to be around 168 centimeters.
He wore a suit and trousers, a white polo shirt underneath, and black leather shoes.
"Are you injured?"
As soon as he entered, he saw the bloodstains on Xu Shengjie's body and his naked upper body.
"Li the Cripple, I'm fine."
The gunshot wound to the abdomen had disappeared, leaving only a trace of blood.
"Then why don't you clean it properly?"
"I was just getting ready to take a shower when you arrived."
"Stop washing, Mr. Yin is back."
"what?"
"He's out of prison, and the old man just brought him back."
A blurry figure appeared in my mind.
The original owner had met Mr. Yin when she was a child, but ten years had passed and the impression had become very vague.
"Mr. Yin heard about what you've been doing and was a little worried, so he sent me over to check on you."
As Zhang Ping'an spoke, his gaze swept across the cramped room, and he said softly, "Nothing went wrong, right?"
Xu Shengjie wanted to tell Zhou Wenqiong about it, but after thinking about it again, he swallowed his words back.
What's the point of telling them? Are you really going to silence them?
In that case, he would truly become a murderer.
Zhang Ping'an didn't think much of it and took out a set of clothes from the closet.
"Mr. Yin wants to see you. Put on your clothes and come with me."
"And over here..."
"It's void. A new tenant will be moving in tomorrow. Even if the cops find this place, it's none of your business."
Xu Shengjie took the clothes and changed into them immediately.
"In that case, let's go."
As he spoke, he casually picked up the canvas bag.
"A women's bag? Yours?"
"Not really, just a fleeting romance."
"Ha, not bad, you've learned to talk about fleeting romance!"
Zhang Ping'an and Xu Shengjie walked out of the room, chatting and laughing.
In the passageway outside, two people dressed as cleaners nodded to them, picked up their tools, and went inside.
"Let me remove the traces for you to avoid any trouble."
"Do we still have cleaners?"
"It cost money, three thousand US dollars, and I found professionals from Italy."
Xu Shengjie didn't ask any more questions. He followed Zhang Ping'an through the narrow stairwell and down the stairs, and soon they arrived on the street.
This is Amsterdam Street, and there's a Chinese-run hotel not far away.
Overall, this area is still within the Chinatown area.
"Wow, a Ferrari!"
Zhang Ping'an's car is a silver Ferrari 456, a 1992 model, known for its excellent performance and elegance.
Xu Shengjie's exclamation made Zhang Ping'an's lips curl into a smile.
"Just got it today, you're the first fucking one!"
I was only planning to pick up girls, but you, a grown man, took my virginity.
Xu Shengjie couldn't help but burst into laughter.
He and Zhang Ping'an had a very good relationship; he had been with Zhang Ping'an since he was a child.
Back when they were studying at Francis Louis High School, Zhang Ping'an stood up for Xu Shengjie on many occasions, preventing him from being bullied.
Yes, Zhang Ping'an said it!
The truth is, there are many Chinese students there, and many beautiful women too...
"Wait a moment!"
Xu Shengjie was about to get into the car when he suddenly stopped.
He saw a lottery shop next door, and a string of numbers suddenly flashed through his mind in a strange way.
"What are you doing?"
"Buy a Powerball!"
As Xu Shengjie spoke, he quickly walked to the entrance of the lottery shop.
"Can I buy the Powerball for June 2nd?"
"There's still a week left."
"I know!"
"Buying it is no problem. What number do you want to buy?"
「10/14/41/45/48/53，额外奖金号码42！」
Xu Shengjie couldn't explain why he wanted to buy Powerballs. In his past life, he'd never touched such stuff...
But a voice in his head seemed to be reminding him: Buy one ticket, buy one ticket!
Around $1.5 is not much.
When did you become interested in this?
Zhang Ping'an walked over and asked curiously.
Xu Shengjie laughed and said, "Buying one ticket won't hurt, you won't be cheated, and what if you win?"
"That makes sense, I'll buy a ticket too!" Zhang Ping'an thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. "If I win, I'll treat you to a meal."
A high-end Chinese restaurant in Midtown, Peking duck and braised prawns are its signature dishes.
A meal for two people in a hurry would cost at least two hundred dollars.
It's 1994 now, definitely a high-end consumption period...
I think I'll win!
Xu Shengjie took the lottery ticket and casually put it away.
On the other side, Zhang Ping'an also got the lottery ticket and pulled Xu Shengjie into the car.
"Justin, will there be any loose ends in what happened with Li the Cripple?"
"Don't worry, as long as you handle it properly, there won't be any problems."
Those Vietnamese monkeys in BTK are now cowering in fear, not daring to make any big moves... The NYPD is busy dealing with the Brooklyn shooting, and I heard Giuliani gave them a death order to solve the case by the end of the month.
They're busy finding a hitman; they don't have time to care about Li the Cripple.
BTK was a gang founded in Chinatown in the 1970s... However, its members were mainly Vietnamese, operating under the banner of Chinese identity, and it was once quite powerful. But in 1992, Giuliani, then the New York City Attorney and now the mayor of New York City, took drastic measures against BTK, almost completely eliminating its top leaders.
It is said that there was an undercover agent among the higher-ups.
However, after BTK was destroyed, the undercover agent did not go into hiding, but instead settled openly in Seattle.
This also shows that BTK has truly declined.
"Why would Li the Cripple be so foolish as to cooperate with those Vietnamese monkeys?"
"It seems he said his son was kidnapped, and he..."
There are extenuating circumstances, but the crime is unforgivable. So, you don't need to feel guilty. This is New York; it's either you kill me or I kill you. It's a bloodbath, and nobody cares about the lives of Asians.
That makes so much sense!
However, to some extent, it also illustrates the living conditions of Asians in America.
At the bottom level, everyone is the same.
Asians are like this, Blacks are like this, Latinos are like this too; everyone is just struggling to survive at the bottom of society.
But the question is, is this the life I want?
I spent six years lying in a hospital bed and finally managed to time travel. Was I just meant to live this kind of precarious life?
And then there's Zhou Wenqiong...
This is a problem!
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The car suddenly fell silent.
Zhang Ping'an drove his car into Mott Street, which is the core area of Chinatown.
They stopped in front of a slightly old tenement building, got out of the car, and headed straight for the building.
Outside the tenement building, a dozen or so Asian youths stood scattered about... They were probably of Chinese descent; in Xu Shengjie's memory, they were all members of the Ghost Shadow Gang.
"Brother Ping An, A-Jie, you're here."
A young man outside the door greeted them.
"Brother Arthur, why are you still here so late?"
"I was called here at the last minute... You guys go upstairs quickly, Kenny and Uncle Jimmy are inside."
"good!"
Zhang Ping'an responded and led Xu Shengjie into the Tanglou building.
Outside the elevator, there were also people guarding it; they were also members of the Ghost Shadow Gang, and Xu Shengjie had to call them "uncle."
The two took the elevator to the fourth floor.
In the hallway stood more than a dozen members of the Ghost Shadow Gang.
In 1984, Mr. Yin was arrested, severely weakening the Ghost Shadow Gang, which had grown from over a thousand members to just over a hundred. But those who remained were the elite; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to hold onto such a lucrative street as Mott Street.
The two entered a room where seven or eight people were sitting, all of whom were veterans of the Ghost Shadow Gang.
If Xu Shengjie's father were alive today, he would be one of them.
pity……
They are making tea and chatting.
The man in the very center looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with graying temples.
"Ah-Jie, do you still recognize me?"
He smiled and waved to Xu Shengjie.
The old man before me was the same person I remembered as 'Mr. Yin'.
Xu Shengjie quickly bowed and said, "Uncle, you still have the vigor of an old tiger, and your charm is as great as ever."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ping'an glanced at Xu Shengjie in surprise.
This kid used to be taciturn and a real quiet type.
How could someone say something so tactful?
The Ghost Shadow Gang was mainly composed of people from the Chaoshan and Guangdong regions, and they were particularly pleased to hear Xu Shengjie address him as such.
The chubby, bald man sitting next to him, who looked like a Maitreya Buddha, was Zhang Ping'an's father.
He gestured for Xu Shengjie to sit down, then turned to Mr. Yin and said, "Old Master, Ah Jie is now a rising star in our Ghost Shadow Gang."
"The Ghost Shadow Gang? The Ghost Shadow Gang no longer exists!"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Yin revealed a smug expression. "Times have changed. In New York these days, if Chinese people want to get ahead, they need to know how to make money. Fighting and killing are just methods. Giuliani is now the mayor of New York City, and he's a tough guy. He's very tough on gangs; I could feel it even when I was in prison."
Kenny, the methods we used to establish ourselves in Chinatown are outdated!
After he finished speaking, he looked at Xu Shengjie.
"Ah Jie, am I right?"
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