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Chapter 320 Which court are you from?

I didn't expect that there would be a risk of being blocked if I corrected typos. I can only try to avoid it in the future, but I won't change it again.

If there is still one, everyone will just watch and hope for Haihan.

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The Frenchman, Lin and Gu disembarked in Lisbon.

After that, the cruise ship drifted on the sea for more than a month, and finally arrived in New York in a thin morning fog.

It's already hot summer,

The sunlight pours on the sparkling sea like golden liquid, reflecting countless shining fragments.

The Statue of Liberty stands tall, and the torch is even brighter under the scorching sun, as if to declare to the world that "freedom" will never be extinguished.

Dirty dirty——

With the whistle blowing, the cruise ship docked.

Because of his special status, Lu Shi could disembark and go through customs before other ordinary passengers. Then he saw Saul Goodman outside who had been waiting for a long time.

Goodman took the luggage diligently and said at the same time: "Professor Lu...cough...Sorry, I should call you 'Sir'. Sir Lu, I have done everything I asked you to do. Columbia University is completely following the instructions." Came with the contract."

Lu Shi often received telegrams from Nicholas Murray Butler.

He has removed the word "acting" from the position of acting president and officially takes the helm of Columbia University.

The construction of the Journalism School also officially started after he took office.

Lu Shi asked: "Is the progress going well?"

Goodman nodded repeatedly.

"With the investment from you and Mr. Pulitzer, Columbia is spending money like crazy, and the progress is flying. This fall, we should be able to recruit new journalism students."

This is much earlier than real history.

Lu Shi was very satisfied.

At least, the money I invested was not wasted.

Goodman winked subtly, looked at Lu Shi with admiration, and said, "Sir, you are really good at it."

Lu Shi was puzzled.

"how?"

Goodman whispered: "Did you have a premonition of the economic crisis?"

Lu Shi said "Huh?"

It took him a while to realize that the other person was talking about the economic crisis of 1900.

At the beginning of the 20th century, due to the slow spread of information, the spread of global depression was far less rapid than in the 21st century.

At the end of 1900, there was a depression in Britain;

The following year, Russia was the first to be affected, followed by Germany and France;

It was only mid-year that U.S. markets began to turmoil.

At that time, Lu Shi negotiated several deals, invested in Columbia and Carnegie, and exchanged large sums of cash for high-quality educational assets. It would inevitably lead people who didn't understand to mistakenly think that he had the ability to predict the future.

He smiled and waved his hands,

"How can that be a premonition? The UK has already experienced an economic crisis, can the US be far behind? Because of this, the British Prime Minister was forced to resign, and his term was only a little longer than the softening cycle of a banana peel. Of course, he resigned not only because of the economic crisis .”

"puff!"

Goodman laughed.

"So, is this a global thing?"

Lu Shi said: "It's not just global, it's also cyclical."

The two chatted and found a carriage.

When the coachman was unloading his luggage, Goodman asked him to take a detour as much as possible on the way to the Plaza Hotel and avoid Shade Cemetery.

Then, the two got on the carriage,

Lu Shi was curious,

"Why the detour."

Goodman sighed,

"Sir Lu, you understand the American dream, but you don't understand Americans. Brooklyn has become extremely unsafe since August last year."

Lu Shi:? ? ?

I can't keep up with the opponent's rhythm.

What does that statement have to do with the American dream?

Weird American humor?

Goodman was a little confused when he looked at Lu, and then continued: "Of course, there are levels of unsafety, including red level, dark red level, so red it turns purple, and so red it turns black. Among them, the area around Green Shade Cemetery is It’s so red it’s black because there are the most homeless people.”

Lu Shi was speechless,

"Why did I mention the American Dream to you?"

Goodman spread his hands,

"A homeless man can only sleep under a quilt. Isn't that what he dreams about every day?"

Shen Te Meow "American Dream\

,"It turned out to be irony.

Lu Shi: 666!

He continued to ask: "So the red level is the safest?"

Goodman wagged his finger,

"Of course not. The safest level is of course the green level, but there are none in Brooklyn now. The whole area is very dangerous."

grass!

Ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past Lu Shi's heart.

He felt that New York's security also came from a time travel a hundred years later.

Goodman spread his hands,

"When the economy is not good, it is difficult to improve public security. However, the economy is now recovering. President Roosevelt is still very capable."

Lu Shi was about to speak,

At this time, the carriage slowed down until it stopped.

Goodman frowned,

"Fxxk! You don't know what to say, do you?"

He raised the curtains of the car, then immediately retracted and whispered: "It's the NYPD. There are police officers checking the carriages one by one."

NYPD,

New York City Police Department,

New York City Police Department.

Lu Shi had dealt with him before.

He asked: "Can you tell what's going on? Why are they checking?"

Goodman shook his head.

"Public security in New York has always been poor. Therefore, the NYPD has its own set of case handling procedures and pays great attention to confidentiality. You will definitely not be able to tell anything by looking at it. You have to ask."

When he said "I have to ask," he rubbed his fingers together and counted money.

Lu Shi understood instantly,

"The barrister is quite professional~"

Goodman laughed;

“Practice brings true knowledge.”

He opened the small window at the front of the carriage, exchanged a few words with the coachman, and asked him to help him deal with it and try not to bump into the distinguished guests in the car.

Then he stuffed a few more banknotes into it.

Obviously, this is not just the tip, but also the cost of the meal.

Has the coachman ever seen such a wealthy passenger?

Of course he agreed.

Goodman closed the small window and then said: "Sir Lu, if I mess with you, I make too much money, and I even spend money lavishly."

This guy is really good at flattering, and he can actually moisturize things without making a sound.

Lu Shi smiled and said nothing.

The two of them were waiting in the car,

A few minutes later, the police officer came from outside and asked, "Is the car empty?"

The coachman immediately replied: "No. But the two people inside are gentlemen and there is no way they will be involved in troublesome incidents. I think I can prove..."

Before the words fell,

"Don't get too close!"

The police officer interrupted sharply.

Apparently, the driver couldn't solve the problem by stuffing money into the car.

Goodman and Lu Shi couldn't help but look at each other.

The two of them had a vague feeling that they might have encountered some major case.

The police officer outside continued: "We are looking for Chinese people and need to check each carriage one by one. Don't get in the way."

"Ah this..."

The driver was speechless.

Goodman frowned, as if he was troubled.

At this time, the car door was opened.

There were two police officers standing outside, one tall and one short.

When they suddenly found the landing sitting inside, their eyes suddenly lit up, as if they had found a new world.

The short man stepped onto the carriage with his right foot,

"It turns out to be here!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to pull the person.

As a result, before he even met Lu Shi, the tall man behind him pinched his arm.

The tall police officer obviously didn't lose his mind.

He first blinked at his colleagues, then turned to Lu Shi, scanning his eyes from top to bottom and then from bottom to top.

Only then did the short man react.

The Chinese man in front of me was extremely well-dressed and did not look like an ordinary person.

Goodman jumped out of the carriage,

"Both of you, my client has a distinguished status. I hope you won't disturb him."

He handed over his business card and then said: "This is KBE from Great Britain. In London, he is respectfully called 'Sir'."

The two police officers laughed after hearing this.

Chinese jazz?

Bragging really means no more drafting!

The short man smiled and said: "If he is a knight, then I will...well..."

I can't say what I said next.

Because Lu Shi also got out of the car and took a photo of his passport.

The issuing agency of the passport is actually:

Buckingham Palace.

Such a ridiculous lie seems to be true.

The two police officers looked at each other, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

They have never seen anything so bizarre!

At this time, the sound of busy footsteps suddenly came from not far away.

A police sergeant wearing a gold badge came running quickly.

"Professor Lu!"

Lu Shi and Goodman looked over and found that they were old acquaintances——

Sheriff Rocky.

The last time I came to the United States, Lu Shi had some trouble with a drunk man on the boat.

The person in charge of mediating at that time was Rocky.

Of course, there was no mediation in the end, but Roosevelt sent a telegram to the NYPD to settle the matter.

Rocky took out his cigarette case and opened it.

"Sir Lu, please."

Seeing this scene, the two police officers couldn't help but shrink their necks and quickly retreated.

Lu Shi did not answer the cigarette.

On the contrary, Goodman took the other party's entire box of cigarettes in a grand manner.

Luo Ji was embarrassed, wiped his hands on his police uniform, wiped the sweat on his palms, and then asked: "Professor Lu, did I not disturb you just now?"

Lu Shi waved his hand and went straight to the point:

"What? I heard that you are arresting Chinese people?"

There was something in his tone.

Rocky knew that the other party was related to the "Chinese Exclusion Act" and quickly gave an explanation: "No, no, no, it's not what you think. It was... alas... it was two Chinese associations that caused trouble."

"Tsk..."

Goodman was speechless.

"It should be Xie Sheng, right? That's pure crazy criticism."

Lu Shi was surprised,

"You actually know about those churches in Chinatown?"

Goodman nodded and replied: "I know that Crazy Pixie Sheng is because they have a very normal enemy - An Liang. An Liang even wants to find a legal adviser in our circle. A Tang Mou seeks a lawyer... Okay, Maybe it’s not normal.”

Lu Shi had never heard of Xie Sheng.

But Anliangtang knew about it.

In 1894, Situ Meitang of Hongmen established a separate system in Boston and organized Anliangtang, with the banner of "hoeing the strong and supporting the weak, eradicating violence and bringing peace to the good".

An Liang Tang soon became a powerful group under Hongmen.

Eventually, it developed to 31 cities across the United States, with a huge scale and more than 20,000 members.

Lu Shi became more and more curious,

"So, where is Xie Sheng's madness?"

Goodman lowered his voice.

"The crazy thing is their boss. That guy looks normal, wearing a suit and a top hat, but he actually has two guns stuck in his trousers and is walking around Chinatown in broad daylight."

This description is very accurate,

The picture is there.

Luo Ji on the side added: "That guy's name is Mai De. He is 30 years younger than Anliang's boss Li Xiling, but he is aggressive and extremely fierce."

Lu Shi scratched his head,

Unexpectedly, An Liang Tang in New York was not managed by Situ Meitang.

Luo Ji continued: "The cause of the matter was that Mai De challenged Li Xiling and demanded an equal share of the gambling profits, otherwise there would be a war."

Lu Shi shook his head after hearing this.

You can tell with your knees that Li Xiling will definitely not agree.

The young boy opened his mouth in front of his seniors, being rude and arrogant.

It would be polite not to slap him on the spot.

Lu Shi asked: "Did they fight?"

Rocky was helpless;

"A fight? That's good. We don't care if they fight."

He lowered his voice and said, "Early this morning, An Liang's dormitory apartment was set on fire, and two people were burned to death."

"Tsk..."×2

Lu Shi and Goodman were speechless together.

Tang Hui fights on his own. In the eyes of the NYPD, those who die are scum, and it doesn't matter.

But arson is crossing the line.

Because fire is uncontrollable and can easily turn into a big accident.

Rocky said: "Now the whole world knows that the man behind this is Mad, but we can neither catch anyone nor find evidence."

As he spoke, he sighed and secretly said, "I really hope Anliang can win..."

"puff!"

Goodman laughed.

"Look at you, do you look like the NYPD sergeant?"

Rocky rolled his eyes.

"The most unlucky person when something like this happens is the police chief."

As a front-line leader, the police chief is not yet a real high-level person.

It looks majestic, but in fact you always have to take the blame.

Goodman smiled and said: "That's right. No wonder you want Anliang to win the competition. They can't do arson."

The two chatted animatedly.

Lu Shi, a Chinese, did not participate.

For no other reason, he couldn't like Xiesheng or Anliang.

Because of the Chinese Exclusion Act, the Chinese had no choice but to establish churches.

Its original purpose was to protect the interests of the Chinese, handle Chinese affairs, and help new immigrants.

Moreover, the hall can also set up private courts to handle disputes.

It can be said that because of the Tang Hui, the Chinese community (especially Chinatown) has become autonomous, and the leader of the Tang Hui is equivalent to the mayor of Chinatown.

But this situation depends on wealth to maintain,

The quickest sources of money are undoubtedly gambling stalls, opium dens and loan lending.

As a result, the power of the halls was unscrupulously exaggerated, coupled with the squeeze of the Chinese Exclusion Act, resulting in immigrants who could only rely on the asylum of the halls to gain a foothold in foreign lands.

The struggle between the halls ultimately hurt the ordinary Chinese immigrants who had to seek refuge in the halls.

But from a historical perspective, the contribution of Situ Meitang and others is not insignificant.

All I can say is that people are complicated.

When Luo Ji saw Lu Shi, he remained silent and said, "Professor Lu, I see you are not interested in this matter either, so why not go to the hotel and rest early. Where are you staying? I'll let someone..."

Before he finished speaking, two police officers ran over.

The leader was panting,

"Find the suspicious person."

Several people looked over,

I saw an old Chinese being brought over not far away.

The old man was wearing a suit, but it was not a shirt, but a Chinese-style thin silk shirt, which seemed a bit nondescript.

Luo Ji couldn't help but smacked his lips and muttered: "Li Xiling..."

Lu Shi heard this and looked at the old man curiously.

Li Xiling also noticed him and asked: "Which court are you from? How were you arrested?"

It's in Chinese.

Lu Shi sighed in his heart,

Obviously, the other party has decided that the Chinese cannot survive in the United States without relying on the Tang.

He shook his head and said nothing.

Li Xiling couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and said: "Looking at you, you must be an international student, right? Don't think that you can hang out here with a document. Do as the Romans do, do you understand?"

Lu Shi still didn't answer.

At this time, a police officer came up and said to Rocky: "Sergeant, we found two photos from this man."

Rocky glanced at it,

"Both of them are Mad. It seems that An Liang really wants to get rid of him quickly. Even the boss carries photos with him."

Two photos of Matt,

One is a frontal headshot, with contemptuous and unscrupulous eyes, like a bandit;

The other one is charming, with a smile on his face, and looks harmless.

It's hard to imagine that they are the same person.

Lu Shi shook his head. He really didn't want to get involved in this matter, so he turned around and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiling called from behind again:

"Hey! Boy! Which gang are you with?"

Lu Shi turned a deaf ear.