The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 186: Teach Them a Lesson

Yan Qingyou was walking with his men at the port. He had been to the port before, but he was working as a loader.

He had just arrived in the United States and was still burdened with debt. Even though he was exhausted and had to listen to the insults from the Irish, he had to grit his teeth and keep doing it.

At that time, all he was thinking about was making money, buying ten acres of land, and then marrying a wife.

But things are different now.

Yan Qingyou was wearing a neat black gentleman's suit and a woolen coat.

A gust of wind blew, causing him to subconsciously press down the hat on his head.

"Go back to your country, you idiots!" A group of thirty or forty Irish coolies gathered in the distance, and some of them spit at this side.

Although Otto's people were driven away, the Irish stevedores at the dock spontaneously banded together and became more hostile to the Chinese than before.

Yan Qingyou and his men walked over in a swagger.

"Who cursed?" Yan Qingyou looked at these Irish people expressionlessly.

"What, do you want to kill us? This is not your place, you should get out of here!" This group of Irish people confronted Yan Qingyou angrily.

And there were many people looking over from a distance.

"This is not your place either!" Yan Qingyou smiled sarcastically after hearing the translator's words. He did not intend to have a direct conflict with these coolies, as that would be meaningless.

"Let's go!" Yan Qingyou looked at these people for a moment, then led them away.

"Which company are they from?" Yan Qingyou asked someone in the crowd as he walked.

That person had been working at the dock, and Yan Qingyou directly recruited him to work under him.

The Irish people behind them burst into laughter, as if they had won. They mocked loudly and spit at the backs of Yan Qingyou and others.

"They are from the Port of San Francisco Company." The other party pointed to a company in the distance.

Yan Qingyou immediately took his men to the Port Authority.

"Is your boss here?" Yan Qingyou asked directly after bringing people in.

"What's the matter?" A middle-aged white man came over and asked after a moment.

"Are those the workers employed by your company? Fire them!" Yan Qingyou pointed at the group of Irish people walking towards him from a distance.

When they saw Yan Qingyou and others enter the Port Authority, they immediately got up and rushed over here.

"I have already promised you to pay the money, you shouldn't cause trouble for me." The middle-aged white man said with some anger.

"I say it again, fire them!" Yan Qingyou repeated.

"That's impossible! Who to hire is my business!" The middle-aged white man refused directly. Although he didn't want to provoke these Chinese, it didn't mean that they could tell his company what to do.

Yan Qingyou looked at the other person for a moment, then smiled.

Last time Brother Wei hanged so many people, I didn’t expect that there are still people who are so brave... Or did they forget so quickly?
"This is your choice!" Yan Qingyou then led his men away.

"Brother You, what should we do?" asked the henchman beside him.

"These Irish guys don't seem to have a good memory. Kill him tonight to teach them a lesson!" Yan Qingyou had a ruthless look on his face.

He had no intention of directly conflicting with these Irish coolies. There were at least two to three thousand Irish people making a living in the entire port. In addition to stevedores, there were also workers in shipyards and warehouses.

There is no point in having a direct conflict with them, so just go after their boss.

Chen Zhengwei always says, "If others are not afraid of you, how can you do business?"
Get rid of the boss of the San Francisco Port Company and see who will hire these Irish people again? Then the others will wake up.

In the evening, the boss of the San Francisco Port Company left the port in a carriage, and two Irish laborers got on with him.

They knew that their boss had refused the Chinese's request to fire them and were afraid that their boss would be retaliated against, so they decided to protect their boss these days.

However, when the carriage was only halfway there, it was blocked by a horse-drawn carriage from the front. Several young men jumped out of the carriage, first shot the driver to death, and then fired into the carriage.

After firing more than a dozen shots, several people opened the carriage door and saw that the three people inside were dead.

Then they quickly got on the carriage and left.

The next day, Yan Qingyou brought fifty or sixty people to the port and subsequently had a conflict with the angry Irish workers. Both sides fought with baseball bats and wooden sticks.

Ten minutes later, the Investigation Bureau's Copper Buttons arrived and arrested most of the people on both sides.

However, only the Irish were imprisoned in the Bureau of Investigation.

Just half an hour later, Yan Qingyou brought his men back to the port and then went to each company to warn them.

It also lets them know who has the final say at the port now.

……

At this time, Chen Zhengwei was in a restaurant on Montgomery Street.

"Mr. Johnson, everything will follow the previous rules, is there any problem with that?" Chen Zhengwei looked up at the middle-aged man opposite him while cutting the steak with a knife and fork.

This person is another shareholder of Kinmen Freight and also a shareholder of Gulf Shipping.

"Of course, I have no objection!" Johnson said with a smile.

Although these rich people are arrogant, when you are fierce enough and powerful enough, they are much wiser than those lower-class Irish people.

He cooperated with Otto to make money, and he could also make money by cooperating with Chen Zhengwei.

Why did he refuse?

"Also, I don't plan to send anyone to Oakland. Maybe you can do something there? For example, set up a separate company there. I will be responsible for the San Francisco side, and you will be responsible for the Oakland side." Chen Zhengwei asked.

Oakland now has a small population of only about 10,000, and is a distribution center for San Francisco, California, and the eastern United States.

However, Chen Zhengwei is not planning to expand his influence there for the time being. Although the two cities are only separated by a strait, he will have to start from scratch and make connections with officials again when he gets there, which is too troublesome.

"I think that's fine." Johnson thought about it and nodded.

"It looks like we can have a pleasant collaboration!" Chen Zhengwei raised his glass. The two parties agreed to go to the freight company at the port together tomorrow, and then they each left.

……

In the afternoon, Chen Zhengwei met with the major shareholder of the San Francisco Bay Area Warehousing Company, a businessman named Jones, who was about fifty years old.

"Have we met before?" Chen Zhengwei looked at the other person and felt that he looked familiar.

"Of course, I witnessed your rebirth. But it seems that I didn't leave a deep impression on you." Jones smiled.

He did not know Chen Zhengwei's specific identity at the time. He was a devout believer, so he agreed to Pastor Hobart's request to witness a new church member joining.

However, he soon found out Chen Zhengwei's identity, which surprised him.

What surprised him even more was that the two sides would meet under such circumstances.

Chen Zhengwei suddenly realized: "I have been too busy recently. I have always wanted to chat with everyone at that time, but there has never been a suitable opportunity."

"It was God who brought us together again." Jones drew a line on his forehead and chest.

"Indeed, God always pays attention to me." Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

With this relationship, communication between the two sides has become more harmonious.

Jones is an investor who has invested in several businesses in San Francisco.

The port's warehousing was a successful investment for him. When he bought the port land, the price was much lower than it is now.

"Then everything at the warehousing company will remain the same!" Both parties made the decision without wasting any time.

Although both the freight company and the warehousing company are still nominally owned by Otto.

But neither Johnson nor Jones mentioned this.

They used to want to make money by borrowing Otto's influence and control over the port, and now it's the same with Chen Zhengwei.

No matter who this person is, their interests are not harmed at all.

After saying goodbye to Jones, Chen Zhengwei passed by the small building on Montgomery Street on his way back to Chinatown and asked the carriage to stop.

At this time, the walls that needed to be demolished in the building had been demolished, but there were still a large number of workers working inside.

"Brother Wei!" Several thugs came over and said.

"How's the progress here?" Chen Zhengwei asked while standing outside.

"There are nearly 12 workers working in two shifts, hours a day, and the progress is about the same as expected. It should be completed on time!"

“I don’t need a should, I need a must!”

"Do those Jews come here regularly?" Chen Zhengwei asked as he walked in.

"The guy called Leonard comes here almost every day! He just left before Wei Ge came."

Leonard is the young man introduced by Jamie Mays last time. Jamie Mays asked him to be in charge of the club's affairs.

Chen Zhengwei nodded and walked around the club before leaving with satisfaction.

He has high hopes for this club and hopes it can bring him a steady stream of cash.

In the casino, after Rong Jiacai finished his business, he saw a few thugs gathered in a corner, reading a book intently with strange smiles on their faces.

Rong Jiacai felt strange and walked over to grab the book. The other party tried to snatch it, but then he realized it was Rong Jiacai.

"Brother Xiucai!"

Rong Jiacai flipped through a few pages and discovered it was a pornographic picture album. He patted each of them on the head and said, "I told you to learn English, and this is what you're reading?"

"Just take a look occasionally..." Several people hurriedly explained, staring at the erotic album in Rong Jiacai's hand.

“Get out!” Rong Jiacai made a gesture as if he was going to kick a few people, and they quickly ran away.

Rong Jiacai snorted, then sat in the corner and admired the erotic album. It turned out that the painting was quite good.

When Chen Zhengwei returned to the casino, he saw Rong Jiacai sitting in the corner reading a book intently.

"So hard-working?"

When Chen Zhengwei went over, he saw that the book in Rong Jiacai's hand was full of pictures, and he was surprised.

"Brother Wei!" Rong Jiacai quickly put the book behind him. Chen Zhengwei felt that his expression was similar to the one he had when he was caught by the teacher reading extracurricular books in elementary school.

"Let me see it!" Chen Zhengwei stretched out his hand.

Rong Jiacai hesitated for a moment and handed the book to Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei flipped through a few pages and slapped Rong Jiacai on the head: "I told you to learn English, and this is all you read?"

"I……"

"What do you mean by 'me'?" Chen Zhengwei kicked him again and went straight back to the office with the book.

He just took a look at it and found that the painting skills were quite good.

And Chen Zhengwei thought of a good business.

Not only can it bring a lot of jobs, but it can also bring in a lot of cash.

Erotic novels, erotic magazines, erotic comics!

Although printing at that time was still mainly done by woodblock printing, the technical difficulty of printing photos was very high.

But you can ask someone to draw it! It doesn’t matter if you can’t read, just look at the picture.

The American society is conservative, so even if this thing exists, it is circulated privately and sold on a small scale.

And I can spread these things all over San Francisco, and the market demand is huge, so they will definitely sell out.

(End of this chapter)