The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 183 We are natural allies
When Yan Qingyou arrived at Chen Zhengwei's office, he was still smelling of gunpowder and blood.

"Weige!"

Chen Zhengwei was looking at the stocks he got from Otto's family, which belonged to a freight company and a warehousing company.

Otto holds a 75% stake in the freight company and a 45% stake in the warehousing company.

Then Chen Zhengwei picked up the deeds and took a look. Except for the deed for a warehouse at a dock, the others were in the Sunset District. Even if Chen Zhengwei had the deeds, he could not take over.

But it doesn’t matter if those places don’t accept it for now, the main thing is the freight company.

San Francisco is the most important port city in the western United States. A large amount of cargo is unloaded and transshipped here every day. Freight companies are responsible for loading and unloading ships and transshipment, which requires a large number of workers.

Chen Zhengwei feels that this industry is very suitable for him.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Zhengwei looked up and asked:

"How are the casualties?"

"Two died, and several were injured!" Yan Qingyou did not look too sad.

"If there is an infected wound, tell me! I have some medicine here that is very useful for wound infection." Chen Zhengwei said.

Yan Qingyou nodded. He knew about this. Several people who were injured and infected were saved by Chen Zhengwei's medicine. This news had spread everywhere.

It also made many people less worried.

"Tomorrow I will take over the port with my men! I want all the other places except the Fisherman's Wharf area! Tell those people that the port is my territory from now on, and they have to pay me every month."

Even banks were frequently robbed at this time, not to mention other places.

San Francisco has a total police force of only 300 people, so gangs are needed most of the time to maintain law and order and prevent people from causing trouble.

"Aren't there some Fu Lao people there, Ah Hu? Take them with you and give them some chances."

The Hokkien people under Ah Hu were the remnants of the Heshun Hall. They later defected to Chen Zhengwei and now follow Ah Hu to collect money in Chinatown.

Although Otto and his two men died, his remaining forces became scattered and would inevitably shrink, but there was no telling whether they would take small-scale revenge.

Especially the port, which has always been the Irish territory. Now if we want to take it over, there might be some casualties.

"When you work over there, you have to work in a team. Let others do the dangerous things. Be smart." Chen Zhengwei glanced at Yan Qingyou, then took out three thousand yuan from his pocket and threw it to him.

"Take it and divide it."

Not only Yan Qingyou has it, but A Long and Da Poland also have it.

Therefore, Chen Zhengwei has been spending money like water, and the ferocity and fighting power of his subordinates are created by his money.

"Ask me more about the Kinmen Freight Company and the San Francisco Bay Area Warehousing Company." Chen Zhengwei simply pulled out a piece of paper and quickly wrote a line of English on it with a pen.

……

The next morning, Chen Zhengwei got out of Wanyun's bed yawning, put on his pajamas and went downstairs to pee, then collapsed on the sofa. The smell of food wafted into his nose.

"Mr. Chen, this is the newspaper that has been delivered!" Wang A-mei heard the voice, wiped her hands and walked over quickly and said.

The newspaper was placed on the coffee table next to it.

"Has the child been sent to school?" Chen Zhengwei asked casually.

"He is not old enough yet. We will send him there in two years when he is old enough!" Wang A'mei said hurriedly.

Chen Zhengwei nodded: "Learning is the way to change your destiny!"

"How much is your current salary?" Chen Zhengwei asked again.

"Twelve yuan..." Wang A'mei said in a low voice.

"It will increase to 16 yuan in the future! I'll find someone to help you later." Chen Zhengwei turned his head and looked at her and said.

It was Wanyun who told him about this. Now the wages in Chinatown have increased, and Wang Amei still makes twelve dollars a month... Actually, it's not a small amount.

After all, food and shelter are provided.

However, as Chen Zhengwei has more and more people under him, she can no longer cook.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen. Thank you, Mr. Chen!" Wang A-mei thanked him repeatedly with a happy face.

Chen Zhengwei took the newspaper and saw the headline: "Gang fight, more than nine people killed and injured!"

In fact, there were more than seventy or eighty casualties last night, and then he asked Greater Poland to say hello to the newspapers that they had dealt with last time.

More than nine people were killed or injured. This news is absolutely true! More than nine people were killed or injured.

Moreover, no matter who sees this number, they will not think too much about it, nor will it touch their nerves.

Except for the residents of the Sunset District, especially those along 19th Avenue, the most that others can do is lament the loss of law and order in San Francisco.

That’s the beauty of numbers.

……

"The Germans want to see us?"

Members of the Ferro family, who had just completed Vito's funeral, sat together.

They've been busy with Vito's funeral these days, and North Beach has changed a lot.

After the death of Martin Behrens and Baggs, Schultz gathered the remaining forces of these two people together, and his power was much stronger than that of Martin at the beginning.

The Chinese and Poles were also entering North Beach.

Especially Chinese people, they are involved in many things these days.

Moreover, the Chinese population is large, and their actions are becoming more and more brutal, posing a threat.

All this makes them feel alert.

"He's not German, he's Chinese! The Chinese boss in Chinatown!"

"So the news is true? Did the Germans really defect to the Chinese?" asked a consultant.

"Not only the Germans, but also the Poles have joined the Chinese. Although they have not yet invaded our territory, they are a big threat. Those Chinese are not honest."

"Also, the Chinese have close ties with the FBI. The Jacopo family incident is likely related to them."

"They have had a conflict with the Irish these days, so they won't provoke us in the short term. Their desire to meet with us may be related to this matter."

Although these Italians have not taken any action these days, they have been paying attention to the situation outside.

Especially regarding the conflict in the Sunset District last night, they don’t know the specific circumstances yet, they only know that both sides suffered heavy casualties.

People around the table were talking to each other, putting their knives and forks aside.

"I'll meet them in the afternoon and see what they want to do first!" Duccio Ferro made the decision directly.

Duccio Ferro is Vito Ferro's cousin and the family's deputy.

After Vito's death, he became the most prestigious person.

……

"Go and tell Michael that I want to meet the patrol captain at the dock tonight." Chen Zhengwei explained to Rong Jiacai before getting on the carriage, and then got on the carriage to North Beach. When he arrived at Taylor Street, he saw Schultz and several of his men standing next to a carriage.

(The previous map was wrong; Schultz's territory was Taylor Street, which is also the western boundary of North Beach, near Russian Hill.)
After stopping the carriage, Chen Zhengwei opened the window and asked, "What kind of flowers do Italians send at funerals?"

Schultz was stunned for a moment, looking confused. He turned around and whispered to several of his men around him before he said uncertainly, "It seems to be chrysanthemums..."

"Go buy a bunch of chrysanthemums! I am very sad about Vito's death!" Chen Zhengwei ordered.

Schultz murmured in his heart, he knew that Vito was killed by Chen Zhengwei.

The Chinese are so hypocritical. He couldn't help but criticize them in his heart for their ability to lie with open eyes.

But he didn't dare say this out loud, and quickly asked someone to go to the flower shop to buy a bunch of chrysanthemums.

A moment later, several carriages arrived at the intersection of Taylor Street and Columbus Avenue. From here to the east and north was all Italian territory.

North Beach has a population of about 20,000 and an area three times the size of Chinatown.

Schultz occupied a quarter of the territory, while the rest was owned by Italians, with only some small gangs of French or other ethnic groups in the corners. Their strength was similar to that of Greater Poland before, and they were completely insignificant.

In a cafe on the corner of the street, some Italians in gentlemen's suits stood at the door, looking at them warily.

Chen Zhengwei and his group got off the carriage. Chen Zhengwei looked into the window and saw two people sitting at a table inside.

"Xiwen and Schultz, follow me in, the others wait here!"

Chen Zhengwei gave an order and led his people into the coffee shop.

Walking to the table, Chen Zhengwei took the bunch of white daisies from Schultz's hand and placed them on the table. After sitting down, he said to the two people in front of him:
"I feel bad for what happened to Mr. Vito!"

The two nodded slightly, and first looked at Chen Zhengwei for a moment. This new boss of Chinatown was very tall and had a strong aura. (The average height of Italians is only 1.65 meters)
Then he looked at Schultz who was standing aside.

It seems that the Germans are completely obedient to this Chinese man, which is enough to show the strength of this Chinese man.

"I'm Chen! They all call me Mr. Chen!" After saying the polite words, Chen Zhengwei crossed his legs.

"This is Schulz! German."

"Duccio Ferro!"

"Camilo!"

One of these two people is the actual leader of the Italians today, and the other is an advisor to the Ferro family.

"I came here today to form an alliance with you!" Chen Zhengwei said to the two of them.

Duccio and Camilo looked at each other and it was the same as they had guessed.

After all, the other side is now at war with the Irish and obviously does not want to have any conflict with them again.

However, the two were not prepared to agree, as it would do them no good.

However, Chen Zhengwei's next words made their expressions change slightly.

"I heard that Vito was assassinated... I was also assassinated a few days ago. There were seven gunmen lying in ambush at the door of the bank. They were all veterans who participated in the Civil War and were very good at shooting. This was very similar to what happened to Vito."

"Otto thinks I'm a threat, and he sent people to kill me... Then what about Vito? You Italians have been expanding your influence in San Francisco, does he think you're a threat too!"

"We will find out who the murderer is!" Du Qiao said in a deep voice.

"I'm much more capable of taking action than you!" Chen Zhengwei sneered. His smile was somewhat sarcastic, which made the two of them unhappy.

However, what Chen Zhengwei said next shocked both of them.

"I went to the Sunset District last night and hanged Otto on a street lamp! And his two men, Wes and Mad Dog Moran!" Chen Zhengwei said slowly, still with a smile on his face.

Not to mention them, even Schultz only learned the news now.

"Otto is dead?"

The leader of the biggest gang in San Francisco was killed by this Chinese? And his right-hand man?
This Chinese is crazy!
Even though they were the Italian Mafia, they thought this Chinese was crazy!
"It seems that you are not well-informed!" Chen Zhengwei casually spread his hands on the table and said with a smile.

Then he leaned forward slightly, stared into their eyes and said, "Actually, you Italians are very similar to us Chinese."

"We have thousands of years of history and culture, and you have also inherited Roman civilization."

"We all value family and are loyal to our families. A person who is loyal to his family cannot be a bad person."

"In terms of thinking style, we are actually similar!"

"And now we are all foreigners and minorities in this land of America."

"We are natural allies!"

"North Beach is just a community. Although we are all here, there is no need to fight here. I have a suggestion. We should use our current territories as the boundary. Fisherman's Wharf is your territory. Don't invade each other."

"Now that Otto and his assistants are dead, the Irish have become a mess. We can work together to expand outward and drive those stupid Irish out."

"In addition to Chinatown and North Beach, San Francisco has nine districts. We all know what territory represents. Money, power, influence..."

"As long as we join forces, San Francisco will be ours!"

"Even the police from the Investigation Bureau won't interfere with us! You should know that I have a good relationship with the Investigation Bureau!"

Chen Zhengwei's voice was always slow and drawn out, and full of bewitching power.

These words made Duccio and Camilo feel a little moved.

"Perhaps I can do you a favor. One of your affiliated families has been arrested? What do you want to do? Silence them in jail, or release them?"

"This is my sincerity!" Chen Zhengwei leaned back in his chair, spread his hands and said with a smile.

Then wait for their responses.

He listened to his own words and felt that the Chinese and Italians were a match made in heaven and natural allies.

They share a common situation, common enemies and interests.

perfect!

As for Vito? He was sorry.

His target at the time was North Beach, and the Italians. But plans never change as fast as they should.

It is also said that Vito was very tough and cruel, and only after his death could the two sides cooperate better.

Duccio thought for a moment, exchanged a few words with Camilo, and then said to Chen Zhengwei: "We need some time to think about it!"

"Of course, that's no problem. I hope you can go faster, after all, time waits for no one! We don't have much time left." Chen Zhengwei looked relaxed.

"Just a reminder, I want the financial district and the port!"

Chen Zhengwei stood up by pushing the table, smiled at the two of them, then put on his hat and left.

He believed that no one in this world could reject him.

If there is, make him disappear.

(End of this chapter)