1994: I Became a Literary Master in America

Chapter 10 James Huang

I'm the Slayer. I'm supposed to fight the forces of evil. But I don't want to. I just want to be normal.

(I am a chosen one, and my duty is to fight against evil, but I don't want to do that. I just want to be an ordinary person.)

Buffy is a high school sophomore girl who seems ordinary.

However, she is the chosen exorcist of this generation, born with extraordinary power and skills to fight evil and find vampires.

It is precisely because of this that she often behaves differently from ordinary people.

The story begins in LA.

Buffy collapsed the entire gymnasium while hunting vampires and was subsequently expelled from school.

Her mother, Joyce, moved with her from LA to Manhattan, New York, to start a new life.

(In the series, although they left LA, they did not leave California.)

New York is a city where light and darkness coexist.

There are countless evil forces at play here. After Buffy and her daughter arrived in New York, countless eyes were focused on a high school called Sun Valley in Hudson Heights, Manhattan.

This is also where Buffett started his life anew.

On his first day of school, Buffy made some new friends: Cordelia, Sanders, Giles, and others.

During lunch, she overheard Cordelia say that a corpse had been found in the women's changing room. Out of curiosity, Buffy went to investigate, only to discover that it was the work of vampires. She then went to the library to find Giles, who told her that this was just the beginning…

The day after he transmigrated, Xu Shengjie began writing and successfully completed the first chapter.

Meanwhile, he continued to organize the information in his memory and made constant adjustments to perfect the vampire universe he had created.

He wrote for several days in a row.

The writing progressed from darkness to dawn, and then from dawn back to darkness.

He was completely immersed in the vampire universe he had perfected and the storyline of "Buffy".

At his age, it's difficult for him to write works with such profound depth.

So Xu Shengjie plans to use a few novels as a transition before venturing into realistic themes.

Jingle Bell!

The phone rang in the living room.

Xu Shengjie also came to his senses from the story of "Buffy".

He shook his head, looked with satisfaction at the densely written notebook in front of him, then got up, stretched, and went to the living room.

"This is Jeffrey Shoemaker."

"Ah Jie, it's me!"

"Brother Ping An, what's up?"

"You've gotten into trouble again?"

"what?"

"You should know Harris Hayashi from the 5th Precinct today."

"That little Japanese devil surnamed Lin?"

"That's him!"

"What's wrong with him?"

Over the phone, Zhang Ping'an said, "He called this afternoon and said that a few days ago someone went to the Fifth Precinct to report that you threatened him with a gun. Hayashi said he couldn't get through to you on the phone and hadn't seen you, so he asked me for information."

"What's going on? Who provoked you to pull out a gun?"

Xu Shengjie was caught off guard and didn't react immediately.

He had been writing for several days, designing a complete vampire universe, and his mind was in a jumbled mess right now.

It took him a long time to remember.

"It's nothing. A woman left some things with me, and I returned them to her yesterday."

It must be Cheng Danqing. That guy was a bit arrogant back then. I had just gotten up and, in a fit of anger, I pulled out my gun and tried to scare him.

"What, Hayashi, are you trying to cause me trouble?"

"It's not that bad. They're all acquaintances, and he wouldn't bother to ask about it."

As long as you didn't lay a hand on anyone or hurt anyone, you can file a complaint; he'll just ask about the situation. Also, he told me to remind you not to cause trouble for a while. The city government has issued an order to conduct a crackdown on gangs in all neighborhoods.

Yes, it will last for a week.

That guy said his name was Joy, but his passport says Cheng Danqing… Don’t look for him anymore. I’m going to Jackson Heights tomorrow to talk to Wang Shang, so I’ll have the Wang family gang teach him a lesson. Don’t show your face.”

The information about "Wang Shang" immediately came to mind.

The original owner didn't know this person, but had heard of his name; it seemed he was from Fujian.

He had over two hundred men under his command, and his territory was in Queens. He mainly engaged in human trafficking, ran gambling dens, and operated several nightclubs.

He's arrogant!

Together with another Fujianese man named Lin Shang, the Lin family gang almost monopolized Chinatown in Flushing.

They are new immigrants and have little connection with Brooklyn or Chinatown in Manhattan; they keep to themselves and don't interfere with each other.

"Why are you looking for him?"

"Of course it's important business!"

Mr. Yin planned to drive the BTK remnants off Chinatown from Bloom Street, but he didn't want to do it himself, so he sought help from Mr. Wang.

"Be careful not to let a wolf into your house!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Yin knows what he's doing."

The two chatted for a few minutes on the phone before Zhang Ping'an hung up.

Xu Shengjie felt a bit hungry, so he picked up his clothes and went out to find something to eat.

As it turned out, Ashish returned looking dejected.

"Hey, you Indian, didn't you say you were going on a blind date the other day? How did it go?"

"Hey, if you call me Indian again, I'll get angry."

Then, with a gloomy look on his face, he said, "It didn't work. That bitch gave me a piece of her mind."

Upon hearing this, Xu Shengjie immediately became interested.

"Go into detail!"

"Get lost, I'm in a bad mood, don't mess with me."

Ah San angrily opened the door and went back inside, but as he was closing the door, he suddenly poked his head out again.

"Hey Chinaman, remember that old man who helped people write letters at the Canal Street subway station?"

"You mean Uncle A-Tu?"

"I don't know his name, but when I came back, I saw him lying at the subway entrance, and an ambulance had already arrived."

"what?"

Information about this old man can be found in fragments of Xu Shengjie's soul.

A native immigrant, with no children.

He usually sets up a stall at the subway entrance to help people write letters...

However, it's now 94, and fewer and fewer people ask him to help write letters, so he occasionally does some shady business, such as helping to dispose of stolen goods (he only provides the means). Anyway, it's not exactly legitimate business.

He treated the original owner of the body very well!

After the original owner's father died, he often got into fights in the streets. After each fight, he would rest next to Uncle Atu.

The old man would give him a bottle of Coke or buy him a donut.

In the original owner's memory, he was a very scoundrel, but also a very kind old man to him.

"I understand, thank you!"

Xu Shengjie turned around and went back into the house to get the motorcycle keys.

He opened the door, then suddenly turned to look at Ashish, "Ah San, what did you just call me?"

Ashishpong slammed the door shut.

This is America, this is New York!

Discrimination is everywhere, and sometimes it's impossible to guard against it.

So don't be too sensitive. If someone uses discriminatory language to address you, just yell back at them.

Because this is something that cannot be avoided...

Xu Shengjie grabbed his car keys, rushed downstairs, and prepared to drive to visit Uncle Atu.

An Elkhart blue Chevrolet Impala was parked on the side of the street.

Standing in front of the car door was an Asian man in a suit, with messy hair and a tired look on his face.

"Jeffrey, get in the car!"

Xu Shengjie was taken aback, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him.

They must be of Chinese descent, because they were speaking Chinese.

James Huang, whose real name is Huang Wenqing, is the chief of the Fifth Precinct in New York.

He was very familiar with the original owner of the body. Several times when the original owner got into fights and was arrested, it was this James Huang who secretly released him and treated him very well.

"Officer Huang, I haven't done anything wrong, and I have an urgent matter to attend to right now."

"Uncle Atu?"

"You've heard about it too?"

James Huang took a deep breath and said, "A-Tu left on his way to the hospital."

"what?"

"That's good, otherwise the hospital fees would bankrupt him."

"Come on, I'll take you to his house. His body has already been taken to the morgue, and Kenny has paid all the expenses."

James Huang's words were filled with resentment.

But how?

This is the true face of America.

Even death cannot escape the pursuit of bills.

Xu Shengjie, carrying his helmet, hesitated for a moment before walking over and getting into the car.

James Huang didn't waste any time, opened the car door, and sat in the driver's seat.

"You're not so bad, you still have some conscience, at least you went to see Atu off on his final journey."

"The funeral arrangements for Uncle Atu..."

"You don't need to worry about that. Kenny said he'll take care of Atu's funeral arrangements."

Atu has always lived on Canal Street and has helped him a lot. It's only natural for him to do these things, so you don't need to worry.

"oh!"

Canal Street is the territory of the Ghost Shadow Gang.

Therefore, it's clear who Atubo was cooperating with when he was accused of engaging in shady business.

Come to think of it, Uncle Tu was also an outer member of the Ghost Shadow Gang... well, I guess so!

"Have you made your choice?"

James Huang remained silent throughout the journey.

Suddenly, he spoke.

Xu Shengjie was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at James Huang and blurted out, "What?"

"Li the Cripple!"

Xu Shengjie fell silent.

"Remember, no matter who asks you, this has nothing to do with you."

As he spoke, James Huang pulled a blood-stained bullet from his pocket and tossed it to Xu Shengjie.

"Since you've already started, why not do it more cleanly?"

"Officer Huang..."

Xu Shengjie's heart skipped a beat when he saw the warhead.

"I switched the warheads. I've made up my mind, there's no turning back?"

I'll help you this time, but I won't help you next time... Jeffrey, you need to think this through, this isn't the path for you.

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