Han Zong: Start from Chinatown and dominate South Korea

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Without doing anything, Bai Chengze moved his wrists, rode on the homeless man, punched one, two, three...

I don't know how many punches were thrown.

By the time he stopped, the homeless man was completely unrecognizable, without any human appearance.

Blood spattered Bai Chengze's face, he wiped it with the back of his hand, took a breath, and then checked the homeless man's breathing.

Already out of breath.

Bai Chengze groped around on the homeless man.

Like himself, this tramp is poor and white.

Except for an ID card, there is nothing else.

Bai Chengze glanced at the ID information.

The people on the ID card are very similar to me in terms of age and appearance. (About this identity, there will be arrangements and explanations in the future, please be patient and read later.)

The name of the deceased was written on the certificate: Bai Pu.

Seeing this name, Bai Chengze shook his head and smiled, maybe there is God's will in the dark!?

Bai Chengze stuffed his ID card into the pocket of his jacket, stood up, pinched his waist and looked around the room.

The poor little wooden shed has been tossed in a bad way, and blood is splattered everywhere.

Looking at the corpse in front of him, Bai Chengze was in trouble for a while.

Soon, he remembered something again.

Before that, he used the system to draw a so-called "burning corpse".

So far, he still doesn't know what kind of function this cremation technique is.

However, as the name suggests, the cremation technique probably means being able to burn corpses.

Bai Chengze searched in his mind for a while, then made a formula with both hands, pointing at the corpse on the ground.

Whoa!

A flame shot up into the sky, quickly devouring the corpse on the ground, and within a few seconds, it was fully burned and digested.

The efficiency is so high that it is several times higher than the cremator.

Even the fire man had to say "It's hot" when he saw it.

After a while of cooking, the world changed in the small wooden shed.

Apart from an unexplainable strange smell and a pool of ashes on the ground, it is difficult to find any evidence of the existence of homeless people.

"I only blame you for insulting my blood..."

Bai Chengze gathered the ashes on the ground into a pile, carried them outside the house with both hands, and lifted them into the air along with the wind.

The ashes fluttered and fell everywhere, shining brightly under the moonlight.

Finding a decent plastic bucket, Bai Chengze took a bucket of water and washed the wooden walls and ground clean.

So far, the only trace of the tramp has disappeared, as if this person has never existed in the world.

After tidying up the scene, Bai Chengze went to the faucet again, washed himself briefly, washed the clothes on his body, and hung them up to dry.

After finishing all this, Bai Chengze was quite satisfied.

He picked up the two snakeskin bags on the ground and went to another small wooden shed.

The room just now was a haunted house after all, he was not used to living in it.

Changing to this room, I feel that the atmosphere is much better.

Wrapped in a snakeskin bag, he fell asleep on the ground, and not long after, Bai Chengze fell asleep again.

This time, finally no one bothered him again.

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ps: The first few chapters mainly introduce the background

So the tempo is slow, and the tempo will be quickened later.

【4】Jiaodong Gang

Early the next morning, Bai Chengze woke up leisurely.

He walked out of the small wooden shed, covered the glare of the morning light with one arm, yawned, and stretched comfortably.

Come to the faucet.

The clothes washed last night have been blown by the wind all night, and the overall body has become dry. Although it is still a little damp, it does not affect the wearing.

After tidying up, Bai Chengze looked at himself with the water on the ground.

Refreshing and clean, he finally has the appearance of a normal person.

He followed the familiar route and came to Chinatown again.

When he came here this time, Bai Chengze wanted to find a job that could make a living.

If you're lucky, you might even find a place to stay.

During the day, Chinatown is still full of people coming and going, very lively.

Some opened shops, some set up stalls, and some peddled along the street.

After walking around the street, Bai Chengze finally settled on a Chinese restaurant.

He pushed the door into the restaurant, went straight to the bar, nodded to the boss behind the counter, and said in standard Chinese: "I want to find a job."

Upon hearing this, the boss looked Bai Chengze up and down, closed the newspaper in his hand, "Do you have an ID card?"

The Chinese in South Korea basically have four identities.

The first type is the type of visa, that is, short-term study abroad, tourism and the like.

The second type is those who have obtained long-term residency rights. Due to policy reasons, these are basically certificates for Taiwan and Hong Kong residents, which account for the vast majority of Chinese.

The third type is those with Korean nationality, that is, those of Korean nationality and Chinese descent.

The fourth type is smugglers, that is, illegal immigrants. There are more than 7 people in this category, and the number is very large.

Because of the different identities, the jobs that can be engaged in are also different.

So, when the boss saw Bai Chengze for the first time, he subconsciously inquired about his identity.

Bai Chengze remained calm, took out an ID card from his jacket pocket, and handed it to the boss.

The boss took the ID card and looked at it, then took another look at Bai Chengze, and sneered slightly, "Have you become a Korean citizen?"

After finishing speaking, he returned his ID card to Bai Chengze, shook his head and said, "With all due respect, you are not welcome on this street."

Bai Chengze stuffed his ID card back into his pocket and smiled bitterly, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

At that time, only a very small part of the Chinese in Korea were Korean citizens.

Most of them are like Chinese restaurant owners. Although they live in a foreign country, they will not be naturalized in other countries until they die, and they despise their compatriots who have become Korean.

Take the millennium as the dividing line.

Before the turn of the millennium, overseas Chinese in Korea basically had this mentality.

After the turn of the millennium, some overseas Chinese began to become naturalized enthusiastically. The reason is that the liberalization of certain policies makes naturalization more conducive to life.

This has also led to the confrontation between the two factions, and it is inevitable that there will be some mutual dislikes.

The Korean identity card of Chinese is different from the local identity card, which is easy to distinguish.

The "Baipu" ID card held by Bai Chengze is a local document.

In the eyes of the boss, Bai Chengze has already become a fake foreign devil passed down from generation to generation, and he is no longer on the same side as himself.

That's why he treated Bai Chengze so coldly.

Faced with the boss's doubts, Bai Chengze did not explain too much.

Because he knew that even if he explained it, he couldn't explain it clearly.

He thanked the boss, turned and left the Chinese restaurant.

In the second store, Bai Chengze changed his thinking.

This time, he claimed that he came here illegally and was a black household.

Unexpectedly, the boss didn't show too much repulsion, but asked sternly, "Do you have an introducer?"

Bai Chengze shook his head truthfully.

The boss smacked his lips and said, "It's not impossible for black households to work, but you have to find an introducer first, and ask him to act as a guarantee, otherwise we won't worry about taking you in."

These words are reasonable and not difficult to understand.

After all, when you are away from home, no one has any reason to be spoiled by anyone else, rules are rules.

"Can you show me the way?" Bai Chengze asked tentatively.

"Where is your home?" the boss asked back.

Bai Chengze replied truthfully: "Weihai."

"Go to the Jiaodong Gang, if you're lucky, they will help you," said the boss.

"Thank you."

After thanking him, Bai Chengze walked out of the noodle shop and let out a long breath.

Right now, at least I have a clue.

Of course, he had heard about the Jiaodong Gang.

More than half of the Chinese in South Korea came from Jiaodong.

Jiaodong, that is, in the northeast of Shandong, Weihai, Yantai, Qingdao and other coastal cities.