Hong Kong movies: I can see the loyalty value, I am not panicked at all

"Oh, Mr. Li, you didn't tell me earlier when you came, so I could greet you at the door."

Knowing that Li Qing was outside the door, Meng Xun hurried out to greet him.

Now as Li Qing's status is getting higher and higher, Meng Xun's address has changed.

"President Meng, you should call me Li Qing. I'm used to it." Li Qing shook his head. This person used to call him "little friend", but now they are much more unfamiliar.

"Okay, okay! Li Qing... let's go in and talk."

Seeing that Li Qing still had the same attitude towards him, Meng Xun breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that Li Qing still remembered the stab in his back.

The current Li Qing is not the same concept as the Li Qing who just came to the United States.

In recent years, the New World Group has expanded to all parts of the United States through the New World Hotel.

Although there are not many people, they are a real big force in the underground organization of the United States, and they are also very popular.

As long as it does not involve core interests, basically no one dares to conflict with the New World.

"I heard that the 75th District in Brooklyn was razed to the ground some time ago?"

Meng Xun also learned the news through personal channels, and was quite surprised to hear the news just now.

You know, Brooklyn in Gotham is as notoriously chaotic as Chicago, and is even similar to Barron.

"Hehe...it's a small matter. I didn't expect that President Meng was so well-informed. There's nothing I can do. I don't want this to happen.

They hurt my brother!"

Li Qing shrugged and spread his hands.

Meng Xun looked around and indeed didn't see the "street urchin" from last time.

The two sat opposite each other on chairs and started drinking tea.

"President Meng, you said last time that a Shandong cuisine chef came?" Li Qing asked curiously.

Meng Xun was excited when he heard Li Qing's words, "Yeah, tsk tsk...the scallion-fried sea cucumber is excellent, and there's also the nine-turn large intestine...I tell you you must try it, it's authentic..."

Meng Xun mumbled a lot, no wonder Li Qing saw that he was a lot fatter than last time.

Li Qing started to salivate just by hearing this, and Zhang Dongxiu was even more exaggerated, swallowing his saliva.

"I heard that there are many Chinese people in Chinatown recently?" Li Qing tilted his head, a little curious.

"Yeah."

Meng Xun frowned. There were many new people in Chinatown, which also created instability in Chinatown, and he was also very troubled.

"How come these people... suddenly came to the United States."

As a local tyrant in Chinatown, Li Qing guessed that Meng Xun should know the reason.

"Alas... these people are not Chinese strictly speaking." Meng Xun sighed.

This made Li Qing even more confused. If they are not Chinese, could they be Southeast Asians? I haven't heard that there is a war there.

Seeing Li Qing's puzzled expression, Meng Xun explained: "If you say he is Chinese, these people don't have ID cards or passports. If you say he is not Chinese, they speak Chinese."

Meng Xun shook his head, "These people's household registration has been cancelled. I heard them say that they came illegally from South America."

Then Meng Xun looked around and whispered: "These people have been cancelled by their hometown! Some of them ran here, and some were thrown out of the border directly."

Li Qing nodded, and suddenly remembered the list he gave Qi Gang last time. It seems that his hometown has also started to take action. Those who were driven away are probably unimportant people.

The important ones... are probably either in jail or in the fields.

Li Qing sighed secretly. His hometown is still too kind. If he had come, he would have dug a pit to bury these people.

But these people are hiding deep enough. There are even Shandong cuisine chefs and donkey roll chefs. It seems that the small life has infiltrated very strongly.

What Li Qing is surprised about is that these people did not return to the small life, but went through hardships to come to the beautiful country on the other side of the ocean.

"President Meng, please call out the Shandong cuisine chef. I have something to ask him."

Although Meng Xun was very surprised by Li Qing's request, he still asked someone to call the Shandong cuisine chef in.

After waiting for about a few minutes, a man in a white apron came in, rubbing his hands nervously, and stood in front of Meng Xun and said with a flattering smile: "Mr. Meng, you are looking for me."

Meng Xun looked at Li Qing, "This gentleman is looking for you!"

Li Qing looked up and down at the Shandong cuisine chef, which made him even more embarrassed.

"Sir, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Oh, nothing serious. I just want to ask you why you don't go back to your daily life, but come to the United States to hide your identity."

Li Qing looked at him with a smile.

The Shandong cuisine chef's face froze, "What do you mean? I am a Chinese, why should I go to live a daily life?"

Meng Xun also looked at Li Qing curiously, not understanding what he meant.

"Hehe... Dongxiu, take off his shoes."

Zhang Dongxiu heard the sound and stepped forward to take off the Shandong cuisine chef's shoes.

"Li Qing... what are you doing..." Meng Xun did not stop him, but asked Li Qing with some doubt.

"Hehe... If I'm not mistaken, this is a xiaorizi man."

Meng Xun did not react, "xiaorizi? Shandong cuisine chef?"

Seeing Meng Xun's face full of disbelief, Li Qing smiled and did not explain, "Look!"

Although the Shandong cuisine chef struggled hard, he was like a chicken in Zhang Dongxiu's hands.

Meng Xun looked at the Shandong cuisine chef's feet carefully. The distance between the big toe and the other toes was too far, which was the characteristic of a xiaorizi man.

In the past, it was possible to identify xiaorizi men by their loincloths, but now more and more xiaorizi men are used to wearing underwear, so it is difficult to identify them.

Only the toes can be identified.

"Damn, it's really a small life!"

Meng Xun slammed the table fiercely. Hongmen has hated these Japanese pirates since ancient times, and killed many devils during World War II.

"I didn't expect that there would be little devils in my Hongmen."

Meng Xun was furious and felt sorry for his ancestors.

"Come on, drag him out and kill him to feed the dogs!" Meng Xun shouted outside.

"No, Mr. Meng. Spare my life, I'm not a small life person." The Shandong cuisine chef knelt on the ground and continued to quibble.

"Fuck, you not only insult my personality, but also my IQ. Cut him into a hundred pieces."

Meng Xun was so angry that he kicked him down.

"Wait, President Meng, I have a few questions for him." Li Qing waved his hand to let Meng Xun's people get out.

The hope of life appeared in the eyes of the Shandong cuisine chef, "Ask, ask, I will tell you everything I know!"

"Why don't you... these people go back to a small life? Don't quibble, you only have one chance."

Li Qing stretched out a finger.

The Shandong cuisine chef trembled his lips, "My home is in Fushima... I can't go back. My family won't let me go back. The nuclear radiation in Fushima is getting worse and worse, and it is slowly spreading towards Tokyo with groundwater...

Several nuclear power plants in various parts of Xiaori also exploded suddenly.

Although the Xiaori government has been trying to cover up the facts, many people know about it privately.

Going back to Xiaori will inevitably be at risk of radiation, so we decided to come to the United States to make a living."

Li Qing was stunned. He didn't expect that there would be a follow-up to the United States' bombing of the Fushima nuclear power plant.

Cruel!

The United States is really cruel to "disobedient dogs"!