Cadillac heads west along Pine Tree Street, which is a ramp. Both sides of the street are covered with small brick and stone buildings of three to four floors, and the ground floor along the street is basically filled with various shops.

The 1906 earthquake almost flattened the urban area, and the earthquake waves destroyed the wooden support structure of the old western building. It happened to be around five o'clock in the morning, and most diligent Chinese families had already gotten up to make breakfast. The broken natural gas pipeline and overturned stove eventually triggered a skyrocketing fire that swept the entire urban area. So when the plan to rebuild Chinatown later, the newly built houses chose masonry and concrete structures with stronger earthquake resistance and fire resistance at that time.

Local Chinese residents call Songshu Street "Banjie". It is the transliteration of Taishan dialect of the English word Pine PiNE. This situation is very common near Chinatown. Every street here has a Taishan dialect street name. After all, many people among the residents cannot speak English at all.

There was another traffic jam at the intersection ahead, and Cadillac stopped more than 30 meters away from the intersection.

"This is St. Mary's Square. The tall red building on the other side of the square is the famous St. Mary's Church... Well, at least it is very famous here." Clay took advantage of the waiting gap and pointed to a clearing on the right side of the car.

At this time, the parking lot of later generations had not been built in the location of St. Mary's Square. It was still a garden and grass built against the slope. There were benches for passers-by to rest on the flat slope.

"There is a statue of Sun Yixian inside, which is said to be made by Italian. By the way, do you know Sun Yixian?" Clay turned around and asked.

"A famous Chinese politician, the party he led launched a revolution to overthrow the Qing Empire." Verbe lowered his head and dusted the ashes that fell on the front of the suit, and replied casually.

"I heard from the Chinese here that he once had American nationality." Clay was neatly hung up the gear, and the car moved forward slowly again.

It is not a secret that Sun Yixian has American nationality in San Francisco. In 1940, he was detained by San Francisco Customs when he entered the country with a US passport issued by Hawaii. Because it was recorded that he had entered the country with Chinese nationality eight years ago, the US Customs detained him on the grounds of suspected forging a US passport. In the end, it was the local Hongmen Zhigong Hall who paid him bail.

Zhigongtang also hired a lawyer to file a lawsuit with the customs, claiming that Dr. Sun was born in Honolulu and grew up and studied there, and was a legal American citizen. This incident was known to everyone in Chinatown, San Francisco.

In fact, Sun Yixian was born in Xiangshan, Guangdong. He followed his mother to Hawaii at the age of 11 to defect to his elder brother Sun Mei. At that time, Sun Mei had already become a famous large planter on Maui Island with his diligence and business acumen, and was called "King of Maui" by the locals.

From elementary school to preparatory courses, Sun Yixian studied in a school in Hawaii. Until she was seventeen, she was forced to return to her hometown in Xiangshan, Guangdong by Sun Mei because of religious reasons.

Logically speaking, Sun Yixian was not qualified to be a US citizen at that time, but through the relationship between revolutionary comrades and the village party, he obtained two legal documents to testify by American citizens in oath, which proved that he was indeed born in Hawaii and obtained the American passport issued by the Hawaiian government.

To put it bluntly, this identity was forged from the very beginning to bypass the Chinese Exclusion Act, and US government officials overestimated the bottom line of revolutionary ancestors.

This identity played a significant role in Sun Yixian's subsequent revolutionary activities. In addition to preventing him from being influenced by the "Exclusion of China Act", he went to and from the United States to raise funds and personnel at will, and also became an amulet, blocking the Qing court's intention to arrest him.

Until 1909, Sun Yixian's American nationality was finally cancelled by the US State Department on the grounds that "has not fulfilled his American citizenship obligations and illegally participated in anti-government activities against friendly countries." Therefore, the media in a certain place said that Sun Yat-sen was naturalized because the US government supported China's democratic revolution, which was completely unfounded by any unsubstantiated imagination.

When you reach the intersection, Cadillac turns right and turn to Grant Street, which is the famous "Duban Street".

This street is one of the oldest streets in San Francisco. As we all know, San Francisco was originally developed by a Spanish colonial site. After Mexico's independence, it was classified as Mexican territory and was transferred to the United States of America after the US-Mexico War. So like other ancient streets in San Francisco, Grant Street had a Spanish name at the earliest known as Calle de la Fundacion, which is "Kinguo Avenue".

After the US military occupied San Francisco, it gave English names to many major roads in the city. This street was renamed "DuPont Street" to commemorate the US Navy's Admiral DuPont.

"Duban Street" is obviously the transliteration of "Duban Street" in Taishan dialect. It can be said that this street witnessed the birth and growth of San Francisco Chinatown. So much so that after the San Francisco government changed Dubon Street to Grant Street in order to commemorate President Grant, local Chinese people were used to calling the name "Duban Street" and could not change it anyway. (Now Grant Street is still written on Chengdu Ban Street on Google Chinese map, which is really an interesting news about Chinatown.)

Even if you enter the core of Chinatown, as part of the old city of San Francisco, the streets of Chinatown are relatively narrow, and the width is still in the era of carriages, which is the European standard double lane.

Before noon, there were many cars parked along the street on the right. Finally, the width of American cars in the 1940s was quite normal, so there was still room for relative driving on the road.

At that time, the size of American cars was still following British and European standards. Although there were signs of huge bodywork, it had not yet become as exaggerated as it was in the 1960s and 1970s. At that time, because of the popular and fashionable wide-body sedans, many roads in downtown San Francisco could only be changed to single-way roads.

As soon as I drove up Duban Street, the panlong lampposts with Chinese characteristics on both sides of the street immediately attracted Welbe's attention. He had never seen anything similar in other places. This kind of street lamp was designed as a golden four-clawed panlong lantern, which is a unique symbol of Chinatown in San Francisco. As long as you see this street lamp on the street, it means you have entered the Chinese community.

"It's very delicate, right?" Clay slowed down the car.

"What did you say?" Verbe turned his face.

"I mean, these street lights are exquisite, like a work of art." Clay said with a smile.

"Ah, you're right, very artistic, how far is it?" Verbe said, looking out the window.

"We've arrived." Clay tapped the brakes and the car slowly leaned towards the side of the road.

"This is the Shanghai Building." The driver turned his head and pointed out the window.

"It's right here?" Welbe tilted his head and looked up, only to see the colorful light signs that were commonly found at the door of a nightclub, with a string of English letters "shanghai low" in the middle.

"We have been late for twenty-three minutes on the second floor, but I heard that Chinese people have always been very patient." Clay looked at his watch, then opened the door and got out of the car.

Clay went around from the back of the car to the right and respectfully opened the door for Verbert. "Remember the code," the driver asked.

"The triad is super awesome?" Welbe frowned slightly and said a somewhat stiff Cantonese dialect.

"Well, it's super great. My car is parked across the street." Clay said, nodding.

"Just stay in the car and wait for me, pay attention to the situation around you." Welbe tidied up his cuffs and put on a black top hat.

"See the order, sir." Clay bowed slightly to accept the order.

PS: Thank you for your support, and is recovering.
Chapter completed!