A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

Lao Cui patted Li Wei on the shoulder, told him a few words not to make trouble, and then strolled away.

Levi looked at the two people. One of them was still smoking, and the other looked at Levi and smiled.

"Everyone hasn't arrived yet, please wait patiently."

Levi decided to wait and see what happened for the time being, so he remained silent and stood aside honestly.

Not long after, the sound of messy footsteps came, and Levi saw another person approaching. He was driving several dirty people, all of whom were wearing hoods and had shackles on their feet.

The man glanced at Levi and said hello to the other two.

Then the two men smiled, threw the cigarette butts on the ground, and pulled out a steel pipe from behind.

One of them came over, ripped off a Chinese worker's hood, and then kicked him to the ground.

"Old dogs, are they all clean? We don't want to get into trouble." The man said.

Lao Gou, who was the one who brought those Chinese workers here, sneered: "Don't worry, second brother, they all have no background."

"You... what do you want to do?" the Chinese worker said fearfully, his voice trembling.

"What are you doing? I'll kill you for your majesty!" The man picked up the iron rod and hit him hard.

The other two people laughed and watched, watching the man's iron pipe fall on one Chinese worker after another. They were all restrained by shackles and hoods, and could not even dodge. They could only curl up on the ground, like clumsy worms.

The second brother's attacks were very measured. He only beat a few Chinese workers until they were covered in bruises, but he didn't really hurt their muscles or bones.

After all, they still need these people to work.

The man who had been silent took something from the side and threw it in front of Levi.

That's a shackle.

"Put this on." The man said with a smile, pointing his thumb at the second brother holding the iron rod.

"Don't even think about resisting, see? Those people will end up in the end."

At this time, Levi completely understood.

Isn't this a black coal mine?

I was really sold!

Li Wei sighed. He thought he had given Lao Cui an introduction fee of 3 Philippine dollars. He had to at least introduce him to a regular job, right?

You just sold yourself, so you still charge a ridiculous introduction fee?

Is this really putting me to death?

"Brother, we are all from Seris and fellow villagers, so it shouldn't be like this, right?"

The man chuckled: "Who is the same family as you idiots? I have already become a foreign citizen, so don't get close to me."

Levi sighed again, and immediately changed his expression to a flattering one.

"Brother, I'm really scared to wear these shackles... I have a bottle of good wine here, please take it. Can you be accommodating?"

"liquor?"

The man's eyes lit up.

The United States of Phoenix enacted Prohibition this year, making it illegal to manufacture, sell, or transport alcoholic beverages. Now good wine has become a rarer thing than marijuana.

"You know the truth, take it out quickly. I'm warning you, if you use the medicinal alcohol sold in the pharmacy to fool me, I will inevitably get beaten."

Levi nodded secretly and pretended to find something from his pants, but actually secretly synthesized a bottle of paralytic.

Levi could control the shape and quality of the compound to a certain extent. He shaped the paralytic bottle more like a whiskey bottle, and also diluted the density to create a bottle of 300 ml of solution.

"Brother, this is a private wine that I have hidden away for a long time. It is a serious aging wine. As soon as the bottle is opened, not only the person drinking it will get drunk, but also the people next to him will get drunk as soon as they smell the alcohol."

"So magical?" The man took the paralysis agent, shook it, and saw the transparent blue liquid inside.

When he opened the lid and smelled it, it did smell like alcohol.

This is normal, after all, the formula of the paralysis contains an alchemical base, and the alchemical base is made from one part whiskey and one part tobacco.

At this time, the other two people also came over. They saw what Levi and the man were doing and instantly understood.

Isn't this a bribe? This kind of thing is very common among Chinese workers who have a little savings, and a few traffickers are also happy to do it.

After all, the Chinese workers can avoid being beaten, and the traffickers can benefit. Isn’t it the best of both worlds?

However, the piggies usually handed over cigarettes and Philippine dollars, and wine bottles were indeed rare.

"Do you have a drink?" The second brother patted the man on the shoulder and reached out to grab the paralyzing agent.

The man quickly protected the bottle with his body and said:

"One bite for each person, one bite for each person..."

"Bah, who knows how much is left after you finish one gulp?" the old dog said, "Give it to me, and I'll drink some."

"No, I'll go first!" The second brother reached out and grabbed it.

"I'll just take a sip, and the rest is yours..."

The three people got into an argument, but there was no result for a long time. It was called a gangster show of not giving in to each other, and the crowd was full of excitement.

In the end, it was the second brother who got the first sip. He couldn't wait to unscrew the bottle cap and drink.

"boom!"

A bullet was fired, the wine bottle exploded, and the paralytic agent inside splashed all over the three of them.

The second brother was stunned for a moment, as the good wine he got flew away, and a wave of anger immediately rushed into his heart.

But it was only for a moment. The next moment he realized that something was wrong. How could a piglet who was sold have a gun in his hand?

Just as the second brother was about to make a move, he suddenly felt his body become light and lost all feeling.

"Bang bang bang" three times, three people fell to the ground one after another.

Levi held up the pistol, with a black line on his face, stepped forward and looked down at the three people who fell to the ground.

"Fuck..." The second brother found that he couldn't move anywhere except his mouth. He immediately understood and stared at Levi angrily.

"What kind of medicine did you give me..."

"I told you, this is a serious old wine, just the smell of it can make you drunk."

Levi walked over coldly, showed his pistol, and pointed it condescendingly at his second brother.

The dock area was noisy, and the gunshot just now did not attract anyone's attention.

"I ask, you answer." Levi said.

"Fuck you...give me the antidote quickly, otherwise I won't be able to spare you..."

The second brother still pretended to be ruthless. Although he didn’t know where the piggy stole the gun, there was no way he would have the guts to fire it...

"boom"!

Before he finished speaking, another bullet was fired fiercely, this time knocking off his ear.

Because of the paralysis, the second brother didn't feel much pain, but a chill came from the side of his head, and he closed his mouth knowingly.

Levi looked at the old dog beside him.

"He has no chance. Now it's your turn. I ask and you answer."

The old dog showed an expression uglier than crying: "You said, you said..."

“What’s going on with the Chinese Mutual Aid Association?”

This is a question that Li Wei is somewhat concerned about. Before Lao Cui sold him, he specifically asked him if he had heard of it. What was so fishy about it?

"This is, this is something created by Mr. Hua... In the past few years, it was specifically used to find jobs and rent houses for Chinese people who came to the United States. Later, he started to organize trade unions, run newspapers, help people collect debts, etc..."

Li Wei nodded. It seemed that this was at least more reliable than Lao Cui's wild approach.

"How do you meet Mr. Hua?"

"You...you probably won't be able to see him. He socializes with powerful congressmen every day. If you want to see him, you have to make an appointment in advance..."

"Who is your boss?" Levi asked.

"It's... Mr. Han who rented the old gold mine." The old dog cried.

"How is his relationship with Mr. Hua?"

"Obviously, Mr. Hua doesn't call us... kidnapping Chinese workers." Old Gou said tremblingly, "But rumors say that there is a relationship between the two masters... I don't know the details."

It seems that the relationship here is more complicated than I thought... Li Wei thought about it and said:

"Last question, who is the boss in Oakland now?"

The old dog was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He struggled to think for a long time, and finally said with a cry:

"Mr. Big, I dare not say..."

Levi frowned: "What are you afraid of? What is more important than life?"

"I really don't dare! If he finds out, my whole family will die, and I won't be able to survive..."

"You? Do you still have a home?"

Levi chuckled, then his expression changed, and he put the gun close to the old dog's head: "If you don't tell me, I won't let you live now!"

The old dog was so frightened that he closed his eyes, but hesitated and said nothing.

Levi took back his gun and kicked the old dog to relieve his anger.

"I gave you a chance but you didn't use it."

Levi looked at another person, and he suddenly remembered that he didn't know his name yet.

"what's your name?"

"I...my name is Hu Zhentian." The man forced a flattering smile.

"Hu Zhentian, that's a good name." Li Wei smiled.

Hu Zhentian felt horrified and hurriedly said: "It's nothing, if you are willing, just call me little Huzi."

"What are you asking...except for the one in Oakland who is really bad, I also have an eighty-year-old mother and a two-year-old child." Hu Zhentian said fearfully, "We are all from Seris, sir. OK, OK.”

"Haha..." Levi shook his head, "Didn't you become a foreign citizen? Don't get close to me."

"I'm too lazy to listen to your ramblings. I just want to know, who is the boss of Oakland?"

Hu Zhentian shivered and looked at the black barrel of the gun. His intuition told him that this person really dared to shoot...

No matter what, give it a try!

Hu Zhentian gritted his teeth and opened his mouth:

"I don't know what he does, but we all call him: [Tuner]."

This chapter has been revised.

But I still say the same thing:

1. Not all wine in the world comes from Moutai bottles.

2. Not all gangsters in the world are godfathers.