Chapter 684: The Slums in America

After driving on the seaside highway for only about twenty minutes, Lei Jin drove the car to the gate outside a villa. He honked the horn and saw the blue iron door slowly opening.

I drove the car to the grassy yard and parked it. At this time, the lights were already on. The lights in the yard were on, as bright as daylight. As soon as Zhang Haotian got off the car, he saw a man and a woman walking out of the two-story building in front.

Both of them were blonde and blue-eyed, and had a tall nose. The man was about forty years old. He was wearing a dark blue dress, with a slender figure and a rather elegant demeanor. The woman looked younger and wore a purple evening dress. Although her appearance was not beautiful, she had fair skin and elegant temperament, and was undoubtedly well educated.

Zhang Haotian knew that the two were the Michelle and his wife. Before they could get close, he took the initiative to reach out and said, "Mr. Michelle, Hello, Mrs. Michelle." He was very good at English in junior high school. Although he dropped out of school, he was still studying by himself until he was imprisoned. Although his words were not very standard, they could still make people understand it.

Michelle and his wife shook hands with him separately and immediately invited him into the house for dinner. Zhang Haotian took Xie Hu and Wu Wei in.

The dinner was French cream snail, black pepper steak, red juice cucumber and moray eel soup. The chef's skills were good. Although Zhang Haotian and Xie Wu did not like Western food, they felt that the taste was delicious and had a foreign feeling.

Of course Michelle knew his background, but at the dining table, he only introduced to his wife that he was the president of Tianhong Trading Group, his largest partner in China. This time he went to the United States to negotiate a foreign trade business.

In addition to being a senator of Congress, Michelle's father is also the owner of a large trading company. Mrs. Michelle is also the daughter of a wealthy family. She graduated from Harvard University and knows that China's economy is becoming more and more developed. Her husband has to rely on Tianhong Group for a lot of things. The president of Tianhong Group in front of him is not only tall and heroic, but also in line with the aesthetic view of Western women. She is also calm and polite, and has the temperament of a business giant. She is also secretly disappointed, and even changed some impressions of Asian men and is extremely enthusiastic about him.

After eating, Michelle invited Zhang Haotian to the study on the second floor alone. Mrs. Michelle knew that her husband was going to discuss business, so she brought the coffee in person and went out.

When the wife left, Michelle immediately leaned on the sofa, looked at Zhang Haotian sitting next to him, and said with a serious look: "Mr. Zhang, are you sure you want to meet Bacon?"

Zhang Haotian immediately nodded and said, "Yes, I came here to meet him this time. As long as he has the good things I need, I will cooperate with him. Money is not a problem."

Michelle shook her head and said, "I know you are rich, but Mr. Zhang, what I want to remind you is not to contradict the butcher. I have told Mr. Yu that the butcher Bacon's father was blown off with a blasting tube on the Korean battlefield by a Chinese soldier. Although Bacon kills people like numb, he loves his father very much, so he hates the Chinese people very much. What I worry about is that after you meet him, he will say something that you can't stand."

Speaking of this, he said: "As far as I know, just a year ago, a Chinese-American gang in New York wanted to buy him weapons. Because he couldn't stand the insults of the butcher, he blew his head with a gun. Alas, if the butcher hadn't asked you to talk to him in person, I really don't want you to come here. After all, I still hope to cooperate with you and don't want any accidents."

Zhang Haotian was silent, but soon looked at him and said, "I want to meet the butcher as soon as possible. Mr. Michelle, can you arrange it?"

Seeing that Zhang Haotian had made up his mind, Michelle had nodded helplessly and said, "Okay, I'll call the butcher immediately, hoping that he won't make things difficult for you for the sake of the money."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone, unplugged a number, then stood up, walked out of the balcony, whispered something, and soon walked to Zhang Haotian and said, "Mr. Zhang, the butcher said he could see you immediately and let me take you there."

Zhang Haotian immediately stood up and left the house with him. He called Xie Hu and Wu Wei who were sitting in the hall, left the suitcase here, and then got in the car together. Michelle drove himself, left the beachfront Avenue and headed towards the north of New York City.

When the car drove in the streets, Zhang Haotian gradually felt the unique charm of New York. The three bustling cities he has been to, Shanghai, Hong Kong and Tokyo, are all known as the "city never sleeping". The night view of each city is colorful, but such nights are even more dazzling and bizarre in New York. Even every street is the center of prosperity, with traffic and pedestrians. Many men and women in strange clothes are screaming and whistling through the city. The police standing on the roadside will not go to check and ask.

More than an hour later, Michelle drove the car to a place. At this time, the prosperity and brilliance in Zhang Haotian's eyes suddenly changed. On both sides of the street are low buildings and houses, and even shanty towns are built. The ground is full of garbage, which is a miserable scene. Although it cannot be said that from heaven to hell, if you didn't witness it, who would have believed that this city, known as the largest and most prosperous city in the world, would have such a dirty and dilapidated place.

When he knew that Zhang Haotian was surprised, Michelle told him that this was the slum in New York - Harlem, and it was also the largest black settlement in the United States.

Zhang Haotian immediately said: "Is the 'butcher' Bacon black?"

Michelle nodded and said, "Yes, his father is an African immigrant, and he himself is a native American."

Speaking of this, he said: "Hamley District is the poorest district in New York and the most common homicides. It is very common to die in this district. Moreover, almost all the police in this district have bribes from the gangsters in this district. If a murder case occurs, they will only register, but they will never check it carefully. Therefore, be careful when entering this, especially if the money is not exposed, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble."

Zhang Haotian didn't say anything anymore, silently looking at the lights exposed in the dilapidated houses on both sides of the street, feeling very happy. Some people in China always say that Americans are not only rich, but also democratic, just like living in heaven. I believe that those who say these words have never been to the United States and do not understand the United States. To be precise, the United States is just a paradise for rich people. People who live in these dilapidated low buildings may not be much happier than farmers in remote mountainous areas in China.

After about twenty minutes of opening, countless colorful neon lights gradually began to appear in front of them, and the streets became more and more lively. Almost all shops had doors open, and groups of people walked by the roadside from time to time. The skin of these people was dark, but occasionally white people were holding them inside. The sensory contrast between the two skin colors was quite strong.

Michelle said: "This place is called Happy Street, which is the most lively place in the Hamley District at night. It is fine to ask for women, drugs, and watch the boxing matches that can kill people in the black market. Bacon was born on this street, so this is also his nest. The young people walking on the street are not his subordinates, but also his admirers. With just one word from Bacon, he can make anyone into a honeycomb."

At this time, Zhang Haotian had seen many black young men with pistols inserted around their waists, knowing that American laws allow people to carry guns. In such an environment, if there is no problem, perhaps with locals, ordinary people would not dare to come.

While speaking, Michelle had already parked his car outside a store. Zhang Haotian looked at the store through the window, but saw the word "mad" composed of red and yellow light tubes on it, which means fanatic or crazy. From time to time, some black men could be seen entering in groups of three or three.

Michel pointed to the sign and said, "This mad is a stripper shop, Bacon's business. He is waiting in there now. Mr. Zhang, please come in with me. Remember me and don't annoy this person, otherwise it will be very dangerous."

In a foreign land and in such an environment, Zhang Haotian would of course be very cautious. He immediately said "hmm" and got off the car with Xie Hu and Wu Wei. Xie Hu and Wu Wei were 1.78 meters tall and 1.75 meters tall respectively. They are not short in China, especially southerners, and they are very strong. However, when they come to the Hamley District, they are always tall and strong black people, and their faces are full of nervousness.

At the door of mad were several tall black men with guns stuck between their waists. Michelle walked over and said something to a person in a low voice. The man picked up his cell phone and pulled out a number and said a few words. Then he shook his hand and made a gesture to let them in.

Zhang Haotian saw the man's gesture, and without waiting for Michelle to greet him, he walked over and followed Michelle into the door.

After entering the door, there was a red iron door with a tiger painted in a red color. As soon as Michel pushed it open, there was a loud and harsh music that could make people excited quickly. After Zhang Haotian and Xie Hu and Wu Wei entered, they immediately saw an oversized dance floor, at least five or six thousand square meters, but they were divided into about twenty small stages. On each stage, there was a slim woman with a tall breast and high breasts twisting her body around a steel pipe to the music. However, most of these women were blonde and blue-eyed white people, and there were only two stages with black dancers twisting their bodies.

At this moment, some dancers had stripped their upper bodies, revealing their tall breasts like little cows, shaking constantly. They were really surging, and they formed a sharp contrast with their slender waists, which was amazing.

Of course, Xie Hu and Wu Wei have also watched stripteases in China, but have never seen such a big scene. Wu Wei couldn't help but say: "Japanese, foreign women's breasts are better than Chinese women. If they can pinch them, they will definitely be very comfortable."

Xie Hu said, "Fuck, you guys know nothing. These women have stuffed things in their breasts. Be careful that you will burst as soon as you pinch them. If you want to pay for money, you will use all the dollars here. If you cause trouble, the boss will not report the account."

Zhang Haotian's eyes did not stop on the half-naked dancers, but followed Michelle's crowded crowd in the dance hall. However, the sound of cheers and cheers in the dance floor ahead still attracted his eyes. He saw that it was the largest dance floor in the audience. At this time, not all women were performed on it, but a man and a woman. The man was a tall and burly black man with convex muscles and only wearing briefs. In his hand, he was holding a whip and was whipping a white woman with naked upper body and tied with her hands on the ground. Every time this black man hit, the white woman rolled and screamed sharply and painfully. With the screams of this white woman, the black man watching around the stage cheered waves and waves of cheers.

Zhang Haotian often watches news online. As a man, of course he occasionally browses pornographic websites and knows that this kind of sexual abuse is called Seme. Japanese people seem to like the most. The pain of these black people is so happy to see the white women is probably related to the emotions they have accumulated in their hearts. After all, black people have always been synonymous with lowliness in the minds of many Europeans, and are used to be servants and slaves. In the United States, although President Lincoln issued the "Declaration on the Liberation of Blacks" more than a hundred years ago, the status of blacks is still not comparable to that of whites. Discrimination against blacks and unfair treatment often occurs, and the existence of the Hamley area is proof of this.

Before thinking, I had already followed Michelle through the dance floor. Not long after, I saw a door on the right at the end of the dance floor. Outside the door were seven or eight burly black men with fierce faces, all of whom were guns at their waists.

Michelle walked over and said hello first, but one of them still contacted the inside with his mobile phone before waving and letting go. However, when Zhang Haotian and others passed by, they were carefully searched and they didn't even let go of their shoes.

After the inspection, a black man knocked on the door. The door did not open immediately, but a small hole appeared from above, and a pair of eyes appeared in the hole. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, the door opened.

Following Michelle into the door, she saw a corridor about forty meters. Every three or four meters in the corridor was a black man holding a gun. In their hands, except for two powerful but bulky rifles, the rest were all holding exquisite black and shiny mini submachine guns.

When we reached the end of the corridor, there was another iron door. Michel knocked on it. A small hole was still exposed above the door. Someone looked at it and then opened it. There was no doubt that the "butcher" Bacon was killing people, but he was very cautious about someone attacking him.

When the door opened, Zhang Haotian immediately saw that it was a hall of more than 2,000 meters. There were at least 200 black people in the hall. Some of these black people practiced shooting with guns with mufflers, while others were wearing boxing gloves to practice confrontation. It seemed to be a training hall. There were about a dozen women inside, not young, only wearing vests, revealing their slender waists, and their figure was quite protruding and hot.

When Michelle came in with three black-haired and yellow-skinned Asians, all the blacks stopped training and turned around to look at them hostilely.

After entering this, Michelle also began to become nervous, smiled and greeted the black people slowly surrounding them, and then continued to move forward. In the entire hall, only one person did not stop training. He aimed and shot at a human-shaped target thirty meters away with a pistol. After the bullet shot into the target, a hole as big as a ping-pong was immediately exploded. Such a large lethality was definitely not comparable to that of the May Fourth Pistol.

Zhang Haotian knew that this man must be the "butcher" Bacon, but he did not turn around at this time, and could only see his back. He was wearing a bald head, wearing a tight vest and black jeans, tall, standing there like a hill.

Michelle walked behind the man and said respectfully: "Mr. Bacon, I have brought Mr. Zhang Haotian here. Let's talk. Mr. Zhang is very rich and needs weapons very much. He can cooperate with you for a long time."
Chapter completed!