The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 185 Italians are all good people

San Francisco Mayor Anthony S. Batty walked into the building, took off his coat and handed it to his assistant, and asked as he walked, "What else is going on today?"

"There is an interview at 9:50, so you need to put on some makeup 20 minutes early. There is a discussion about the Bay Bridge at 10:30, and you will have lunch with Mr. Schroeder at 11:30..." The assistant put his coat on his arm and said as he walked beside Anthony.

"Also, Councillor Antoson is waiting for you!"

"Antoniusen? What is he doing here?"

"He looked very angry."

A moment later, Anthony S. Batty met Antussen in his office.

"Anthony, I have an interview soon, so let's make it short," Anthony S. Batty said directly.

Anthony Tuson placed two newspapers on the table in front of Anthony S. Batty.

"You came to me so early just to talk about those gang fights?" Anthony S. Batty raised his eyebrows and said casually.

This situation is common.

Besides, those who died were just some Irish gang members. As long as there was no public outcry, he would not bother to pay attention to such matters.

"The key point is the number of people, sir! Dozens of casualties, I thought a war broke out in San Francisco!" Antusen was very dissatisfied with the mayor's indifference.

He was indeed very dissatisfied because the flower shop was bombed, which resulted in the flowers not being delivered in time yesterday, which made him lose face.

"And those Chinese are doing whatever they want on our land. We cannot tolerate this!"

"The next election will be at most half a year away..."

"Okay! I'll talk to my Chief of Investigation!"

Anthony S. Batty was touched by Anthony Tuson's last words.

In the afternoon, Anthony S. Batty finally found time to meet with the director of investigation and threw the newspaper directly in front of Scannell.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Scannell picked up the newspaper and looked at it. It was the Sacramento Bee.

It is also a major newspaper with influence covering the entire state of California.

After reading the report, Scannell said, "These newspapers always like to exaggerate things to increase sales. There aren't that many casualties. It's just a common gang fight. And you also know that we don't have enough manpower."

"Usually, by the time our people arrive, things are already over."

Since the incident happened in the Sunset District, which is southwest of San Francisco and far away from the city, by the time the newspaper reporter learned the news, the area had already been cleaned up.

So the newspapers only reported the incident in text form, and Scannell never asked about it.

This makes Scannell very confident now.

"There's still six months until the election, and I don't want any surprises. And I plan to make public security part of my election campaign. So I don't want this kind of thing to happen again, you have to find a way to change the status quo."

"Also, what about those Chinese?" Anthony S. Batty asked again.

"Maybe it's related to them... I arrested hundreds of Chinese people a few days ago and filled the prisons." Scannell

"But overall, Chinese people are relatively honest," Scannell said carefully.

"I've heard about that incident, it's related to Congressman Davis, it's shocking. You have to be tougher and hang a few more people to deter them!"

"I'll take care of it," Scannell said calmly.

……

At the same time, Chen Zhengwei was meeting Du Qiao in the cafe.

"We can agree to your conditions, but there is one thing: your people must withdraw from Russian Mountain." Du Qiao looked at Chen Zhengwei and said.

"We spent a huge amount of money to take over this territory, and now you ask us to withdraw?" Chen Zhengwei said playfully.

"Duccio, you have to understand one thing."

"I'm not asking you to form an alliance! The Irish are no threat to me!"

"I came to you to show my goodwill. Our alliance can make us stronger, which is good for both of us. I am not asking you unilaterally!"

"So what do you want?" Duccio asked with a frown.

Those Germans just entered Russian Hill yesterday, any price is a lie.

"Theater district, you use the theater district to exchange!" Chen Zhengwei said directly.

To the southwest of Chinatown is the Theater District, to the west is Nob Hill, and to the northwest is Russian Hill.

The Theater District is famous for its numerous theaters, hotels and restaurants. It is also located between Chinatown and the Sunset District and is an area with a relatively large Irish presence.

If the Italians wanted to take over the theater district, they would inevitably come into conflict with the Irish.

"Russian Hill is yours!" Duccio gave up Russian Hill directly, and it was obvious that he was also eyeing the theater district.

The benefits there are not comparable to those in residential areas like Russian Hill. Moreover, south of the theater district is the Mission District, a mixed residential and commercial community, where the benefits that can be obtained are much higher than those in Russian Hill.

As for Nob Hill, it's a wealthy neighborhood and gangs don't set foot there.

"Russian Hill and the port belong to you, and the theater district belongs to us!" Du Qiao said to Chen Zhengwei.

"I have no objection!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

Profits are attractive, but where the profits are higher, the Irish are stronger.

The Italians understand this, but they do not intend to miss this opportunity.

"There is another thing about Jacopo... I hope they can be released." Duccio said again.

"It's easy to make them shut up in prison. But it costs money to release them. You're not going to let me pay for it, are you?" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

He only said yesterday that he could help them release the person, but he didn't say it wouldn't cost any money.

"How much do you need?"

"Thirty thousand!" Chen Zhengwei had a good impression of the Italians. They were good people.

So he decided to speak smaller.

There are seventy or eighty people, and each person only costs a few hundred yuan. If you still think this is expensive, then it's the Italians' fault.

"Sure! I'll give you the money in a moment." Du Qiao agreed without thinking twice.

The Jacopo family has nothing to do with Vito's affairs, and if they are brought back, they will definitely firmly support Duccio, and Duccio's reputation will be higher.

This is a good deal.

"Then it's a pleasure to work with you!" Chen Zhengwei stretched out his hand and shook hands with Du Qiao.

"You won't be unwelcome when I come to your place in the future, right? I love opera!" Chen Zhengwei is actually very interested in ballet.

At this time, every ballet dancer has a sponsor, and the backstage of the theater is a trading market.

Those financiers are rich and powerful, and they can promote anyone they want.

This rule can be seen everywhere, even in theaters in Chinatown.

Chen Zhengwei has long wanted to go and see it.

"You will be welcomed with the best of all!" Duccio said to Chen Zhengwei with a smile. Chen Zhengwei once again sighed in his heart that these Italians were all very good people.

They helped me attract the attention of the Irish, gave me a lot of money, and were so enthusiastic about me.

……

"Brother Wei, someone from the Investigation Bureau came just now and said that the director wants to see you!" Chen Zhengwei got the news when he returned to Chinatown.

Chen Zhengwei took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then went back to the casino first, then went straight to the Investigation Bureau with a paper bag and put on the sheriff badge on his chest.

It was only at this time that he would remember that he was actually a sheriff of the Investigation Bureau.

"Mr. Director!" Chen Zhengwei walked into Scannell's office with a paper bag in his hand and a smile on his face.

"Take a look!" Scannell threw the newspaper in front of Chen Zhengwei.

"The Sacramento Bee?" Chen Zhengwei glanced at it and said with certainty, "Fake news!"

"Those newspapers always exaggerate to increase sales!"

Scannell always felt that this sentence seemed familiar, as if it had just been spoken by him not long ago.

"The mayor came to see me today. You'd better behave yourself and don't cause any more trouble. Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to help you!" Scannell warned. He had just returned from the mayor and called a few people to inquire. Only then did he know that some recent events were related to Chen Zhengwei.

"I never cause trouble, Mr. Director. I've been busy with club matters recently." Chen Zhengwei vowed.

"I don't want to hear that. I want San Francisco to calm down." Scannell looked at Chen Zhengwei and said.

"Of course!" Chen Zhengwei shrugged.

Even if there is any turmoil, it has nothing to do with him.

He doesn't plan to do anything recently. The current territory is enough for him to digest for a while, especially the port.

His next focus was on the clubs, Chinatown, the ironworks and the port.

Then Chen Zhengwei poured all the money in the paper bag onto the table. There were five stacks in total, totaling ten thousand US dollars.

To release so many people, Scannell must give his approval.

"What is this for?" Scannell looked directly at Chen Zhengwei.

"Michael has investigated. The previous shooting was just a deliberate revenge by a few thugs. It has nothing to do with other people."

"The others are just some innocent and honest people who got dragged into this."

Chen Zhengwei sat in the chair and looked at the director with a smile.

Scannell looked at Chen Zhengwei for a moment and said, "Go find Michael!"

Chen Zhengwei stood up and put his hat on his chest, then stood up and said goodbye with a smile on his face and went out to find Michael.

"Michael, the chief has spoken. We can release those Italians. Just keep a few of them and send them to court."

Chen Zhengwei then followed Michael to the San Francisco Police Jail, where suspects who had not yet been tried were detained.

Chen Zhengwei took a step in and then stepped out.

The smell inside almost made him pass out.

A moment later, with the sound of a cell opening in the prison, Jacopo Rossi walked out of the cell, only to find it was so bright outside that he could not open his eyes.

Although most Italian gangs are centered around family bloodlines, Jacopo is one of the few who used his personal abilities to attract followers and form a family. Therefore, the family is named after his name, not his surname.

Jacopo subconsciously put his hands over his eyes and gradually adjusted to the light outside. Then he saw the sheriff who had arrested him and a Chinese man standing not far away.

Then Chen Zhengwei walked up to Jacopo. The two looked at each other for a moment before Chen Zhengwei said, "We Chinese have formed an alliance with you Italians. Duccio asked me to get you out, so you have to say thank you to me!"

Jacopo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It sounds like a lot is going on out there. Anyway...thank you!"

"I like people who know how to repay kindness." Chen Zhengwei took out a cigarette and handed it to Jacopo.

Jacopo will never be able to repay the favor of saving his life with a spring of gratitude.

The two talked for a while, and after everyone else came out, Jacopo said goodbye and left.

However, there are a few people who have not been released, and they will be brought to court for trial.

Then Chen Zhengwei took out a handkerchief to cover his nose and entered the cell. After a moment, he saw the best-lit place in the cell, which was a little different from the others.

There was only straw in the other cells, but that cell was covered with mattresses and quilts.

Chen Zhengwei walked straight to the cell.

"Brother Wei, why are you here?" The four young men inside were Rong Jiasheng, Rong Jiahong, Lin Zhengan and Xu Yan who were sent in earlier. They were all very excited when they saw Chen Zhengwei.

They didn't expect that Chen Zhengwei would come to see them.

"I feel relieved to see that you are living well here! Why do you look a little fatter?" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"All we do here is eat and sleep... and people often bring in food. Everything else is good, except that the smell is a bit unpleasant, but you won't be able to smell it after staying here for a long time." Rong Jiahong chuckled.

"That's good. Tell them if you need anything. Also, be careful when smoking and don't light it up here." Chen Zhengwei pointed at the cigarette next to Lin Zhengan's ear.

At this time, the people in the surrounding cells recognized Chen Zhengwei and became excited.

"Xinningzi, let us out!"

"I can help you, please let me out!"

Chen Zhengwei ignored these voices.

After chatting with Rong Jiasheng and the others for a while, he said to the three of them, "I'll tell them to let you go out and get some fresh air and some sunshine every day!"

After hearing this, everyone was a little surprised.

It's cold and damp in this cell, and being able to go out and bask in the sun is the greatest enjoyment.

Looking at the people in other cells around them, they felt that although they were also in prison, they had no worries about food and cigarettes, and they could go out and bask in the sun...

This is the importance of following a good boss.

……

That same evening, members of the Ferro family appeared in the theater district and subsequently clashed with the Irish.

Italians with sticks in their hands could be seen everywhere on the streets, and gunshots could be heard from time to time.

In just one night, the disunited Irish were driven out of the theater district.

After Otto's death, the remaining Irish people prepared for his funeral while planning revenge on the Chinese.

However, within two days, they were driven out of Russian Hill and the theater district by the Germans and Italians, which caused great unrest among Otto's remaining followers.

Soon a new leader, Liam, emerged among the Irish. Although he was not as powerful as Otto, he did not have the upper-class connections and lacked sufficient financial resources.

But at least Otto's remaining men were brought together.

Over the next period of time, the three parties continued to clash in Russian Hill and the Theater District, and the conflict even spread to the Haight District.

In addition to the deep blood feud with the Chinese, what the Irish are facing is more importantly the continuous shrinking of their living space, which is an even more urgent issue.

Before they can take revenge, they must first survive.

(End of this chapter)