Chapter 141 Furious Dongdong
“In the past, many Yue people fled to Tuao, and their main livelihood was selling fruits. In addition to those large supermarkets, there are fruit shops outside, especially in Yue District , are all run by them.
If you enter their territory and open a store without permission, it's like taking their jobs. Unless you are white, you can see the street outside. There are white people who open fruit shops. That's because there is police protection. Otherwise, you should be doing fruit business in a Chinese neighborhood.
Those two people are just ruining other people's jobs. There is nothing to sympathize with. Everyone has their own rules. If you don’t have the strength to break the rules, you will only ask for trouble.”
Although Liu Fu’s words were harsh, he told the truth. He hoped Dongdong could understand this. The truth is, you should keep your eyes open when you go out.
"Vietnamese people are all desperate guys, especially those little guys just now. As an international student, your family situation should be good, so there is no need to conflict with those guys.
To be frightening, you are here at night If you wander around here, they might come out, give you a knife and then run away. With the attitude of the Tu'ao police, the matter will go unnoticed, as for those two. Just change your business. There is no need to make simple things complicated. Fortunately, those guys didn’t make things difficult for you just now. Fortunately, it’s not dark. It’s quite chaotic here..."
Liu Fu continued to speak, while Dongdong on the side lowered his head and said nothing. Everyone knew that he was still unconvinced. Young people are always a little angry and feel that they are very awesome.
Dongdong thought that he could defeat those three guys by himself, but he never thought that even if he beat away the three guys, this matter would only become more and more troublesome.
In a place like this, the rules have been set and have been acquiesced by the Chinese gangs.
The Vietnamese are engaged in the fruit business, while the Chinese open their own restaurants and grocery stores, and they do not interfere with each other.
Once someone who doesn't understand the rules breaks this balance, things will become complicated.
Don’t expect the Chinese gang to stand up for our compatriots. This is not a scene in the movie. Everyone just comes out to get money.
Along the way, the hair salons and beauty salons are all owned by Vietnamese, and the grocery stores are all opened by Chinese. This is obviously assigned.
Dongdong didn't notice this, but it was already pretty good.
In a Chinese gathering place like Box Hill, there are only one or two Vietnamese restaurants, and the other shops are basically all run by Chinese.
In terms of overall strength, the Chinese are still much stronger than the Vietnamese.
Therefore, the Yue people, who were already weaker than the Chinese, showed even more ferocity. If you show your weakness, you will be easily bullied.
"Just get used to it slowly, unless you are stronger than others and beat others, just like that Barnaby. So what if he is a white man? Didn't you just knock him over? This is Yueguo District. You just wanted to fight with them. Those people can come just by shouting. There are hundreds of people.
The bosses in this street are all on the same side. Can you fight them? If you can't fight them, just be honest and keep your head down. Those two people don’t understand the rules, you are a bit nosy.”
Seeing that Dongdong was still a little unconvinced, Liu Fu spoke more frankly.
"Okay, this young man is still a student, Mr. Liu, just try to scare others!"
"You will know after he graduates and goes out to work, haha."
Several uncles from all over the world picked up their beers and began to change the topic at the dinner table, and the atmosphere gradually became relaxed and happy.
“Just listen to Lao Liu.”
The restaurant is not big, and there is an open kitchen next to the table. The boss is making dumplings. Lao Liang heard their conversation clearly, and he said something solemnly.
Chen Xi looked at the boss while drinking. It seemed that he had a hard time opening a restaurant on this street. He probably made things difficult for him from these Yue guys.
Richmond often came here when he first came to Tu'ao. At that time, there was a girl who was from his hometown. He met him when he first flew to Tu'ao. She lived with her uncle in an apartment here. inside.
When he was studying in a language school, he would pass by this street every day by bus. In his impression, this street had very few lights at night. It would be too easy for someone to rob or something here.
You know, Tu'ao is not like China. More than ten years later, there are still no cameras on the streets.
"Wow!"
While a few people were still eating food and drinking, four Vietnamese people pushed in the door.
They took a look at where Chen Xi was and found an adjacent seat to sit down.
Chen Xi glanced at each other. After the few people sat down, they happily flipped through the plastic menus on the table. A few of them were still wearing shorts and flip-flops on such a cold day, with a jacket on top. , and everything he said was incomprehensible Yue dialect.
“Mingingìkhng?”
Lao Liang could speak some Yue after staying here for a long time. He went up and asked those people what they wanted to eat, but the young people just waved their hands and sat there drinking tea, their voices gradually getting louder and louder. Come bigger.
“Did you call the police?”
“Yes.”
“Where are they?”
“They’re gone.”
In the fruit shop, two potbellied white policemen were questioning the girl. When they heard that the person had left, they began to ask about the specific situation. The girl also told the truth. The bald man could not speak English well and could only laugh on the sidelines.
"What does the person look like?" a policeman asked.
"They look very fierce..." The girl tried her best to describe the appearance of the three Yue people.
“We can’t tell the difference even if you say so. Are there cameras?”
“We just opened and haven’t installed them yet.”
"Then if they come again next time, you can call the police." "Is this the end?" the girl asked with a look of disbelief.
"Then what else can we do? The others didn't hurt anyone, and we don't even know their appearance." The police couldn't do anything. They couldn't even tell which one was Chinese or Vietnamese. Unclear.
Asian people all have the same appearance in their eyes, so they often regard Asians as Chinese by default, because Chinese are the largest number.
Even with photos, they are hard to tell.
The fruit shop didn't even have cameras installed, making it impossible to investigate.
The most important thing is that they don't want to deal with this case at all.
Coming here to ask now is just for show, to avoid being accused of discrimination and lack of humanitarianism.
"Don't conflict with them, protect your own safety, and call the police if anything happens!"
Another young policeman kindly reminded them that this area was a bit chaotic, which made them very worried. Headache.
Those Vietnamese people are the same as those from the Fuqin Gang. Most of them are stowaways and have no identity information.
This has brought great difficulties to the police investigation.
They were unable to find any relevant information such as address, bank card or spending records.
Therefore, it is difficult for the police to track their whereabouts and scope of activities.
These Vietnamese people like to play dirty tricks. This place is different from the beautiful country. As long as it is not a dangerous situation, the police will not empty the magazine without any disagreement. They will often use a loudspeaker to chat with you for a long time. They will only give you some peanuts to try if it's really no good, so these white policemen are very precious about their lives.
"Okay, madam, it's getting late now. Something like this happened today. For safety reasons, I suggest you close the business early."
After the police left this sentence, he mentioned himself belt, and staggered out of the fruit shop.
His body is so fat that it makes people wonder whether he can run when facing criminals.
The girl looked at the police officers leaving and began to sort out the fruits at the door reluctantly.
Today is her first day of business, and she encountered such a thing, and she doesn’t know what to do in the next days.
The bald man, as her uncle, could only help to close the stall with a grimace.
He plans to find a Chinese tomorrow to inquire about the situation and understand the specific reasons for the matter.
"Go get some fried chicken nuggets and French fries. There is a delicious shop next door, owned by a Chinese."
The two policemen did not return to the police station; We got in the car and started discussing where to eat.
“Chinese people make fried chicken? Is it delicious? It feels like I make Chinese food.”
"That shop has been open for many years. I ate there when I first became a policeman. I have been too busy recently and haven't been there for a long time. The boss's craftsmanship is very good. The main thing is that the sauce is delicious and spicy. I don't like it. I know if you can bear it. "
The fat policeman moved his body. The originally small Holden car could not accommodate his fat body.
"It's so noisy, these people are really incompetent!" At the dinner table where Chen Xi was sitting, several young people spoke loudly, so loud that they could be heard standing at the door. Dongdong complained on the side. At this time, he was a little drunk and wanted to rush up and slap each of those guys.
Chen Xi frowned and looked at the young men. They were all unfamiliar faces, not the three Yue people he met before.
These guys didn't order any food. They were obviously causing trouble and seemed to be deliberately making things difficult for the boss.
Lao Liang ignored them and continued to make dumplings, but kept glancing at the young people.
"Huh?"
While Dongdong was cursing, he suddenly felt something on his hair. At first he thought it was a bug, so he stretched out a hand and scratched it on his hair. A handful, and the feeling of a hard object on his palm made his expression change.
When he opened his palm, he found that it was a piece of broken toothpick. He immediately understood something and quickly turned his head to look behind him.
Those young people were still chatting happily as if nothing had happened.
Dongdong didn't speak, turned his head quietly, and then put his palms on the dining table. When Chen Xi and others saw this scene, their faces could not help but darken.
Chen Xi has used this trick before when he met foreigners on the train. After patting others on the head, he pretended that nothing happened. When others turned around, they continued to pat.
As expected, as soon as Dongdong turned around, those young people started to make small moves again.
They threw a few broken toothpicks into Dongdong’s hair.
“I am Cao Nima!”
When the strange thing above his head hit him again, Dongdong shouted with the strength of alcohol, stood up quickly, picked up the chair under his butt, turned around and threw it at the Yue youth nearest to him.
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