Chapter 211: ABC

Grabbing Shuzhen and changing the environment to benefit her mental health was relentlessly pursued. The chubby boss and his wife were quickly convinced.

This progress was somewhat unexpected for Carter, but upon further thought, it had been over half a year since October last year. Clearly, keeping Shuzhen locked in her room had also been weighing on the minds of the couple.

When Carter proposed moving, it seemed more like he had coincidentally hit upon the couple's desire for change rather than persuading them himself. Or perhaps it was a case of desperation breeding innovation.

With the goal set, the rest of the matters were easier to discuss. How long it would take to pack their belongings, when he would arrange for a moving truck for them, and so on. Once these generalities were discussed, the rest could be executed slowly.

However, when it came to the shop in Chinatown, according to Auntie Chubby's suggestion, rather than struggling to resell it, they might as well give it directly to Carter, as if exchanging it for Douglas's shop. But the value of these two shops was clearly not on the same level.

After some dispute, it was finally decided that Carter would exchange Douglas's shop and a house for the chubby boss and his wife's shop.

Douglas's house, considering it was a decent one, was currently worth about eighty thousand, while the shop had almost no cost. All in all, it was like buying a shop in the Lower Manhattan district for eighty thousand dollars.

Originally intended as a goodwill gesture, it ended up feeling somewhat like a forced transaction.

In Carter's eyes, Manhattan's Chinatown held immense future development value. Perhaps many Chinese people themselves weren't aware of the potential of their homeland!

Currently appearing ordinary, with even a faint stench of sewage, in the future, with more and more Chinese immigrants pouring in, this Chinatown would expand further.

Don't forget, Wall Street is also in Lower Manhattan. Not far from Chinatown, if the scale of this Chinatown expands in the future, it could almost touch Wall Street.

Whether it's the market of students and tourists from the motherland or its location in the core of American finance, the actual value of this shop, saying it's five times or eight times the value of Douglas's shop, is not an exaggeration.

Under this dual satisfaction of both spiritual and practical benefits, Carter appeared extremely enthusiastic about arranging the relocation of the chubby boss and his family. At the same time, while the actual value of this shop had not yet been fully realized, the chubby couple, who had exchanged a shop for another shop and a small American villa, also felt like they had taken advantage of Carter.

Fairness, they had gotten it back! A compensation of twenty thousand dollars, they had brought it back! And the house, the shop, speaking of it, their old Chen family had only paid for a shop.

Wasn't this taking advantage of the situation?

In a situation where both sides felt indebted to each other, the tone naturally became much more polite, and as long as they could sit down and talk, many misunderstandings gradually dissolved.

As they drank until noon, just as Carter was preparing to bid farewell and go back to the hotel for a nap, a group of unexpected guests suddenly arrived outside the Sichuan restaurant.

With black hair, black eyes, yellow skin, and almost uniform-like Zhongshan suits, Carter almost thought he had put on Chinese clothes again while he was drinking and had crossed into the future homeland, only to be caught by the anti-crossing investigation bureau.

"Mr. Blake, our boss would like to see you, please come in!"

Apparently aware that Carter could speak Chinese, the people who came did not mince words and directly shouted in Chinese.

"Who are you?"

In his drunken stupor, Carter looked at these people. At this point, Carter wanted to take back the words he had said earlier about "Chinese people being the best to get along with," because this group of people seemed unfriendly at first glance.

"ABC."

Seeing this group of people, the chubby boss's body visibly trembled, and he could only quietly remind Carter. However, these words were also heard by the other party, but they seemed not to care about it. They just stared quietly at Carter.

About ten minutes later, in a tea restaurant, Carter met the so-called ABC boss. More accurately, it should be one of the bosses.

Because just as Carter stepped into the tea restaurant, several cars immediately pulled up. Many people dressed similarly got out of the cars, surrounding some figures who looked like big shots, and quickly went upstairs.

"Bloody hell! Why did you provoke them?"

"Big Sang, Second Master entrusted Juyi Hall to you. Is this how you do things? The Chinese people in the area are being bullied, and you can't help, but when the foreigners step in to help, you want to find trouble with them? Have you forgotten why we were established?!"

The people dressed like big shots, as soon as they went upstairs, began to berate the so-called boss sitting across from Carter. At this point, Carter, where wouldn't understand? He had seen the so-called Chinese gangsters.

It's just that this gang, what a lame name, it sounded like a bloody English tutoring class, or even a junior class. It wasn't until later that Carter learned that ABC meant American-born Chinese, and it had nothing to do with English tutoring classes.

"Uncle Xiang, you're old! Times have changed. Aren't these white ghosts as terrifying as you said? Isn't Gambino supposed to be one of the five major families in New York? Didn't we drive them back in retreat? Now in Chinatown, only we Chinese have a say. As for him..."

The unnamed boss pointed at Carter.

"Do we need him? Do we need a white person to be our leader?"

"Let me clarify, I'm not interested in you guys. Helping Old Chen is my own business, it's a matter of personal friendship."

Carter felt a bit helpless about this unwarranted disaster. However, despite his helplessness, Carter wasn't afraid of these people either.

For such a trivial matter, could they make him back down?

"Yes, I have investigated this matter. They knew each other before. Big Sang, stop messing around! If Second Master were still alive and knew that you were so reckless..."

As soon as Carter spoke, the middle-aged man called Uncle Xiang immediately interrupted and advised. But these words were heard by Big Sang, who seemed not to care. He just stared at Carter.

"Do you not understand me? Or do I have to speak differently?"

"Uncle Li, if you want to show off, you should also look at where you are! This isn't your territory like your Chain Mountain Hall. Here, it's not your turn to speak!"

With a sneer, Big Sang seemed extremely satisfied with his subordinate's reaction. However, this behavior also irritated Uncle Xiang:

"Big Sang, have you really made up your mind to go all the way to the end like this?!"

"So what if I'm determined?"

"Alright! Very well, if Second Master's successor just stands there doing nothing, will you all join him in his foolishness?!"

Bringing his men up the stairs, Uncle Xiang looked at Big Sang again:

"Big Sang, I'll advise you again. We got away with killing Gambino's people, but if something happens to an ordinary person, no, he's not an ordinary person. If he gets into trouble in our territory, not only will you be finished, but our entire Chinese gang will be finished too! Stop now and apologize, and I'll pretend nothing happened. But if you insist on going your own way, then today we can't avoid cleaning up the mess for Second Master!"