During this period of rest, Zhao Hu and his brothers took care of Rode Street in an orderly manner. In less than ten days, they had earned 50,000 euros. Due to Jabbarton's disappearance from this territory, some jobless hooligans tried to fish in troubled waters, but without exception, they were all taught a lesson by the brothers of the Dragonrise Association. Surprisingly, they managed to make a name for themselves in the area.
Everyone in the vicinity knew that a Chinese gang had come to the 17th District. They had quite a number of people, and all of them could fight. They had seized a few small territories in the 17th District. They were the most powerful gang in the 17th District other than Belar's Red Gloves gang.
The people in the 17th district were talking about it. Many people wanted to join the Lung Hing Society, but Jiang Cheng was already prepared for it. What he was thinking now was that the seed of the Lung Hing Society was gradually germinating and growing. As the saying goes, people are afraid of fame, pigs are afraid of being fat, and a tall tree attracts the wind. Maybe it won't be long before Bulal and Martin Luther come looking for him.
Before that, Jiang Cheng knew that there was one thing that couldn't be delayed, and that was to get a batch of guns for his brothers. If they didn't have guns and still wanted to fight with others for territory, then what would they rely on? Fighting with their lives?
Jiang Cheng didn't want to see his brothers make such a big sacrifice, so he thought of a way to meet the black bastard who exploited beggars on West Street in the 17th district as soon as possible. That bastard sold guns. If he could buy some guns from him, then the Lung Hing Society would have more confidence in doing things in the future!
West Street in the 17th district –
Jiang Cheng sat at a Western-style rectangular table, slowly eating a sandwich in his hand. His eyes were staring at the square not far away. He seemed to be carefully searching for something.
There were eight people sitting next to Jiang Cheng. They were Lin Yu, Jing Long, John, and five other brothers of the Lung Hing Society.
At Jiang Cheng's suggestion this morning, they came to West Street in the 17th district for breakfast. The place was chosen by Jiang Cheng. It was a western restaurant near Glens Square.
It was Jiang Cheng's first time eating here. He didn't care about the taste. He just wanted to eat and observe the beggars on the opposite square. He wanted to count their number and income. Most importantly, he wanted to observe the guys who secretly managed the beggars and took a cut from them.
Jiang Cheng and his eight brothers sat in this western restaurant for the whole morning. They sat by the window and carefully observed the outside. He told his brothers to eat and drink whatever they wanted, but not to go too far away, because there might be a move at any time!
A few hours later, there were fewer and fewer people in Glens Square. The dozen or so beggars scattered around the square looked even more lonely with their "rice bowls" in their hands.
The beggars here were different from those in China. They didn't just beg with a bowl or a porcelain basin. Instead, they were multi-talented. Some of them could perform magic and wore a tall magic hat. They used the hat to receive money from the people around them. Some could play the violin, so they opened the lid of their violin case and threw the money from passersby into the violin case's lid.
There were all kinds of begging methods, and so on.
According to Johansson, these people were unemployed homeless people who lived on the streets. They struggled for food and clothing. As for those who begged not for a living but for the thrill of it, that didn't exist in reality. Even if they did, they would be dead if the gangs found out that they were rich. Kidnapping and killing people was a common practice among black people.
As for why there were these homeless people in France, that was a different story.
Although the average wage in France was high, there were also many foreigners. There was a lot of competition for various jobs, so the unemployment rate was high. Those who couldn't find a job or had low wages lived miserably in a high-income, high-consumption society like France, especially in Paris!
These homeless people were the real homeless people. If they couldn't find a source of income, robbing and starving to death on the streets were the only way out. They were not like the farmers or beggars in China. Although they were poor, they had a piece of land and a house, so they could barely make ends meet.
Therefore, as there were more homeless people in France, begging became a skill. Beggars were no longer beggars, but a profession. Other people had to have their own characteristics to make others willing to give them money. And these people had to pay a part of the money they begged to the gangs. One could imagine how difficult it was for them to live.
"Cheng Ge, look, the beggars over there are packing up their stalls. They are all walking in one direction. Should we go and take a look?" Jing Long's eyes suddenly lit up. He pointed to the square and said excitedly.
After waiting for so long, there was finally some movement.
Johnson nodded. "The West Street of the 17th district's commercial street is full of regular shops. It's not as popular at night as it is during the day. These beggars are probably changing shifts with the others."
Jiang Cheng smiled. It was really strange that beggars also had jobs in shifts. However, since these beggars had left the square, they must have paid the gangs somewhere before they could move freely. He thought about it and said, "Let's go and catch up with them. Let's go and see how these black people are doing."
When everyone heard this, they immediately followed Jiang Cheng to Glens Square. There were originally more than a dozen beggars in the square, but now there were only seven or eight left. The beggars who left walked into an alley on the side of the square, and Jiang Cheng and the others followed them into the alley.
After walking for a distance and passing through a narrow alley, the group came to a remote area behind the commercial street buildings. It was all cement, and from time to time, there were some black cigarette holders and chewing gum that had been casually spat on the ground. Moreover, there were quite a lot of them. It seemed that there were quite a lot of people in this remote corner.
Just as they turned a corner, Jiang Cheng, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped.
"Cheng Ge, what's wrong?" Jing Long asked Jiang Cheng in a low voice.
Jiang Cheng didn't say anything. He raised his hand and pointed to the front. He raised his chin and motioned for everyone to look in that direction.
Jing Long and Lin Yu immediately stretched their heads and looked over from the corner. Not far away, there were seven or eight beggars who were originally in the square. They stood in a row, like troops gathering for a military parade. In front of them, a tall and burly black man walked back and forth, smiling and saying something to these beggars.
Not far from this black man, there were two or three black men sitting by the flower bed, eating melon seeds. They were laughing and criticizing these beggars.
"What are they doing?" Lin Yu asked.
"Collecting money," Jiang Cheng replied faintly.
Jiang Cheng and the others quietly watched from the side. They saw the beggars take out some money and hand it over to the black man. After the black man took the money and counted it, he handed a part of it back to the beggars. It seemed like he was taking half of the money. Jiang Cheng and the others were secretly shocked. They didn't expect that they would be able to snatch half of the money from the beggars.
After taking half of the banknotes from everyone's hands, the black man in front of the beggars waved his hand, letting the beggars leave freely. Then, he turned around and laughed with his three companions who were sitting on the flower bed, waving the banknotes he got from the beggars. Although they were far away, Jiang Cheng and the others could barely hear what he said.
"Today's income is good. It's almost four hundred euros. Let's go and buy some beer." The black man waved at his companions and said with a smile.
When Jiang Cheng and the others heard this number, they couldn't help but curl their lips. These black men were really poor. They felt that receiving four hundred euros was a good income. They even wanted to celebrate. It seemed that they could only receive two to three hundred euros from these beggars. In other words, it was about one hundred thousand euros a year. For a gang of forty to fifty people, it was indeed very little.
Of course, this was only the money they got from these beggars. Maybe there were other ways to make money.
The four black men smiled and walked towards Jiang Cheng's side. Jiang Cheng and the others stood still and quietly waited for them. Soon, the black man walking in the front saw Jiang Cheng and the others. She looked at Jiang Cheng and the others with great surprise. Then she thought that they were just curious passers-by. She ignored them and prepared to go out of the alley with her three brothers.
"Jing Long, Lin Yu, stop these four black men. Don't let them run away." Jiang Cheng said with a smile.
Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, Lin Yu and Jing Long immediately moved. They ran a few steps to the front of the black men who were about to leave and blocked their way. Johansson, Jiang Cheng, and the others surrounded them from the back. They also blocked another way for the black men to escape.
The four black men finally realized that something was wrong. Two of them faced Lin Yu and Jing Long, while the other two stared at Jiang Cheng and the other six people. Soon, they each pulled out a knife from their waist and waved it at Jing Long, Lin Yu, and Jiang Cheng. At the same time, they said something.
"Cheng Ge, they are asking which gang we are from and what we want." Johansson translated to Jiang Cheng.
"Tell them that we are from the Lung Hing Society. We want to buy some guns from their boss." Jiang Cheng said calmly.
Johansson immediately translated these words to the black men. When the four black men heard this, their expressions immediately changed. Then, they nervously spoke in French and waved their hands as they spoke.
"What did they say?" Jiang Cheng asked Johansson doubtfully.
Johansson's expression was a bit ugly. "Cheng Ge, they said that their boss doesn't sell guns anymore, especially not to the gangs in the 17th and 18th districts. If we want to buy guns, we have to buy them from the Arabs."
Jiang Cheng's expression darkened. He looked at the four black men and said coldly to Johansson, "Tell them that no matter what, since I am here today, I must see their boss. Even if he doesn't sell guns anymore, I still want to see him. Tell them to bring us to their boss."
Johansson translated these words to the four black men.
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