The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 192 God Decides Who Lives and Who Dies
"Ma'am, I'll take my leave now. I'll come with my lawyer later. As for Mr. Charles's matter, you can rest assured that I will let them get to the bottom of it and bring the murderer to justice."

Inside the San Francisco Chronicle office, a blond-haired man stood up and said goodbye with a smile on his face.

Outside the door, George left quickly, and after returning to his office, his face was gloomy and uncertain. He stood in front of the window and looked down.

Until I saw a blond man in gentleman's suit getting on the carriage.

Ever since Charles de Young died, George has been trying to convince Charles's wife to sell the newspaper to him.

But his efforts were ineffective.

A newspaper has great value. Although Charles's wife didn't understand this, someone made an offer that she couldn't refuse.

George knew the man who had just left, Anthony Smith, a San Francisco city council member, a member of the Board of Supervisors, and also a successful businessman.

After Charles de Young died, his wife went to the investigation bureau many times, but the murderer was never caught.

Then Anthony Tusen appeared. A city council member and member of the supervisory committee said that he would urge the FBI to catch the murderer and would also help Charles de Young's family in other ways.

After meeting several times, the two sides reached an agreement.

George knew he couldn't wait any longer, so after noon he left the newspaper office and took a carriage to Chinatown.

At this time, Chen Zhengwei was in his own house, pointing to one side of the living room and said to Chen Zhenghu:

"Have someone tear this side down and build me a fireplace!"

"I want it here, and also in my room upstairs."

"How did they survive the winter? Shivering to keep warm?"

San Francisco in late December always makes Chen Zhengwei feel damp and cold, the kind of cold that seeps into his bones, and like a maggot in his tarsal bones, even his 12 physique can feel the chill.

The winter in eastern Guangdong is also so wet and cold. Chen Zhenghu and his friends are used to it, but Chen Zhengwei is not.

"Do you want to do Sister Changning's room?" Chen Zhenghu asked.

"What do you think?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows and kicked him directly.

Chen Zhenghu thought Lin Changning was going to do it too, but Chen Zhengwei's next sentence was: "Of course not!"

Otherwise how could I trick her into coming over to sleep?

Although he hasn't slept yet, at most he just held him in his arms for a night. Seeing that the time for the old man to come back is getting closer, Chen Zhengwei is also very angry.

Chen Zhenghu thought to himself that it was a close call, otherwise he would have been beaten again.

"Let's also do the several rooms in the building next door." Chen Zhengwei pointed to the small building next door.

Chen Qiaoniang, Chen Zhengwu and Li Xiwen all lived there.

"Brother Wei, there's a foreigner looking for you. He's the guy named George from the newspaper!" The henchman found Chen Zhengwei and said.

Chen Zhengwei thought for a while before he figured out who it was. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I hope he brings me good news!"

When I brought my people back to the casino, I saw George waiting at the door.

At this time, there was no customer in the casino. There were only some thugs sitting there playing dice and Pai Gow. George didn't want to stay in there.

"Mr. Chen!" After seeing Chen Zhengwei, George hurriedly came forward.

"Let's talk inside!" Chen Zhengwei nodded and went back to the office.

"Sit down! Tell me, do you have good news for me?" Chen Zhengwei crossed his legs, took out a cigar from the box, cut it and lit it.

He wasn't used to this thing at first; it was too thick.

I always feel like I have something in my mouth.

But it's more impressive to hold this thing in your mouth because it's so thick!

The thicker the more imposing!

Moreover, this box of six sticks was what he pulled out of his system, and each stick had a different flavor, some were creamy and cocoa, others were fruity and nutty.

"Sorry, it's not good news..." George said.

"Today I heard the conversation between the president's wife and Congressman Antusen. The president's wife wanted to sell the newspaper to him... Congressman Antusen promised to urge the investigation bureau to find out the murderer who killed the president..." George looked at Chen Zhengwei cautiously.

"Damn, are you so useless? I waited for you for a month, and you only give me this news?" Chen Zhengwei frowned, looking unhappy.

Then he stretched his hand upwards, letting the cuffs fall to his arms, and asked:
"Where does that An Tusen come from?"

Damn, you want to investigate him now? What else will he want to do in the future?
"Antonsen Smith is a member of the Democratic Party and a member of the Supervisory Committee. In addition, he is a businessman who deals in agricultural products. He also has a food processing factory... Since he became a member of Congress, his factory has expanded rapidly..." George said.

The role of the oversight board is to make local laws, approve the city's budget and finances, and oversee the operation of city departments.

Chen Zhengwei leaned on the sofa and rolled his eyes a few times.

Since he is a businessman, setting a trap for him will make him lose everything.

For example, find someone to sign a big contract with him, and then directly kidnap all his workers.

But that would be too much trouble.

"It's a trade, one is buying and the other is selling, as long as there's one less person on either side, it's fine."

The question now is which one is missing.

"Which one do you think would be better without?" Chen Zhengwei asked George.

"I don't know..." George began to sweat. He had never experienced such a blatant discussion about how to kill someone.

The other party didn't even try to hide it.

"Do you have any coins?" Chen Zhengwei asked.

"Brother, I have some here." Li Xiwen took out a ten-cent coin from his pocket and put it in Chen Zhengwei's hand.

"Who lives and who dies is up to God! You can't blame me for this. It's God who decides, and I listen to Him!"

Chen Zhengwei has always been very pious.

He was playing with a coin in his hand. On one side was the Statue of Liberty, and on the other side were ears of wheat and a bald eagle.

"If the Statue of Liberty faces this way, it means Charles' wife will die. If the Statue of Liberty faces this way, it means Anthony will die!"

Chen Zhengwei flicked the coin into the air with his thumb.

I reached out my hand and opened my palm, and it was the Statue of Liberty.

"Best of three!" Chen Zhengwei casually shot another shot and stretched out his hand to grab it.

With your hands spread out, you are still the Statue of Liberty.

"Fuck, best of five!" Chen Zhengwei cursed and flicked the coin again.

Looking at the Statue of Liberty in my hand.

Chen Zhengwei kicked the coffee table, hitting George's knee directly. George was so scared that his face turned pale. He thought Chen Zhengwei was going to kill him suddenly.

Chen Zhengwei looked unhappy: "Fuck, that guy is so lucky, is he the protagonist? We must kill him!"

Is it so great to be a city councillor? If you provoke him, he can even become the mayor, let alone a city councillor.

There are more than one or two American presidents who have been taken down.

Li Xiwen was trying to hold back his laughter, but he didn't dare to.

Seeing Chen Zhengwei looking at him with a bad face, Li Xiwen quickly asked: "Brother, what is the protagonist?"

"I am the protagonist!" Chen Zhengwei pointed his index finger at himself and said unhappily.

"I have already given you the opportunity. If you cannot grasp it, it only shows that you are useless..." Chen Zhengwei had just said halfway when an idea suddenly came to his mind.

"Why don't you go and sleep with Charles' wife?"

"Ah?" George looked confused.

"You're rich, you just inherited a fortune, and you're a widow, so you have so many buffs, it's really a bargain for you!" Chen Zhengwei thought about it and was a little tempted. George understood what Chen Zhengwei meant and looked embarrassed. This topic was a little too explicit for him.

"Mr. Chen, I really can't do it..."

"This doesn't work, and that doesn't work, so nothing works. What's the use of you then?" Chen Zhengwei asked back.

"Feel sorry……"

"Fuck, I hate it most when someone apologizes to me!" Chen Zhengwei grabbed the cigar box and threw it at him. He felt angry just by looking at him like that.

However, it is such cowardly and incompetent people who are easy to control, and there is no need to worry about them biting back.

"Go tell her that you know the detective of the Investigation Bureau. If you spend some money, you will definitely find the murderer!" Chen Zhengwei said with a turn of his eyes.

It’s easiest to make money from women, so why not?
George breathed a sigh of relief. He could do this.

"By the way, besides Antusen, who else wants to buy a newspaper recently?" Chen Zhengwei asked again.

"And Evan Scott, the director of the United Steel Shipyards..."

"United Steel Shipyard?" Chen Zhengwei knew this company. It had a similar name to his iron factory, but it was one of the two largest shipyards in San Francisco, with assets of over one million US dollars and a large scale.

Chen Zhengwei sent George away and pondered in his mind, waiting to get rid of that punk, could he frame the director of United Steel Shipyard?

Just wait until that bastard dies, and then ask Michael about it during his investigation.

Then just have someone spread a rumor saying he is a suspect.

Both parties wanted to acquire the newspaper, but Charles' wife was planning to sell the newspaper to Congressman Anthony, so he became dissatisfied and had Anthony killed.

Directly eliminating competitors is also a common means of business competition.

This motive is very reasonable!

It is impossible to arrest the directors of such a large company.

Therefore, rumors will always remain rumors, and no one will even ask him about it in person.

……

Outside the casino, a gentleman wearing a hat was looking at everything around him with interest, as if he was here for sightseeing.

His name is Green, and he is a detective from the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

He was complaining in his heart at this moment. Chinatown was the most closed community he had ever seen, and he could hardly get any useful information here.

Those Chinese people don’t even speak English, so there’s no way to communicate.

Moreover, the entire Chinatown was full of that Chinese man's men, which made him extra careful.

After an external investigation without any results, he ventured to the casino where Chen Zhengwei was to observe.

As the opium dens in Chinatown closed one after another, the foreigners who originally came to Chinatown to smoke opium also disappeared.

However, with the increase in content about Chinatown in newspapers recently, more people have come to visit, which has helped him avoid being watched all the time.

While observing, he saw an Englishman come out of the casino and then get into a carriage on the side of the road.

Green's heart suddenly moved.

Judging from his clothes, this man is middle class, not a wealthy man, nor a gang member.

Such a person will not have any business dealings with that Chinese person.

And he looked a little nervous, his face was pale...

Maybe changing direction can yield some results.

Green followed the carriage for a while, was left behind, and hurried back to a rented apartment between Chinatown and North Beach.

I went in to take a look and saw that the others had not returned yet.

It's not just him who is investigating the Chinese man. There are four people in their team.

After taking off his coat, Green picked up a pen and paper and began to draw while sitting on the sofa. After a while, George's image appeared on the paper.

……

Not long after George left, Chen Zhengwei took the two boxes handed to him by his henchman.

After opening it, there were two revolvers, one long and one short. One of them was larger, with a wooden handle and a slightly blackened forged steel barrel, about 10 cm long.

Chen Zhengwei took the gun apart and took a look at it. The workmanship of the entire gun was much better than the last time he brought it back.

This gun still uses .44 pistol bullets. Chen Zhengwei likes larger calibers.

There is also English inscription on the wooden gun handle: Peace.

Chen Zhengwei felt that this gun deserved to be called the Peacemaker.

In addition, there are three moon clip changers in the box.

Recently he had someone test it. The original Wesson III took 10 seconds to shoot and 10 seconds to reload.

With today's new revolver, it only takes 3 to 4 seconds to empty the magazine, and using this moon-clip magazine changer it only takes less than 2 seconds to change 6 rounds of bullets.

If there is a firefight between the two sides, this new gun can fire three times as many bullets in the same amount of time, and its firepower is extremely fierce.

The barrel of the other gun seemed to have been sawed off. Not only was the barrel short, but the gun body was also much smaller. It used .32 Smith bullets.

This gun is for Chen Qiaoniang. Her birthday is coming soon, and she has been pestering him for a birthday present several times.

Chen Zhengwei thought that she had never celebrated her birthday in the country, and he didn't know who she learned it from after coming here.

After putting the two boxes away, Chen Zhengwei asked the ironworks to produce a large number of .44-size revolvers. He sent most of the blacksmiths and apprentices in Chinatown to the ironworks, and they could produce more than a hundred revolvers a week.

In the evening, Lin Changning was invited to have dinner with the two little ones.

Chen Zhengwei threw the big one to Lin Changning.

"For you. Peace 1 model. Made in my own ironworks."

Lin Changning opened the box and saw the revolver inside. He took it out and played with it for a while and found that this gun was different from the previous ones.

Just pull the trigger, the hammer will automatically pull open and fire. Pulling several shots in a row will make a crisp impact sound.

Lin Changning was suddenly happy. She was used to using a knife. It was inconvenient to use one hand to press the hammer when using a gun, so she often put the knife away.

This pistol is much more convenient to use.

"What is this?" Lin Changning picked up the moon-shaped clip changer from the box. It was actually a metal piece with a circle of slots.

"Use it like this..." Chen Zhengwei took out a few bullets and stuck them on the magazine. Then he pushed the pistol cylinder from the side and pushed the magazine upwards. Six bullets were loaded into the magazine. After firing all the bullets, he took out the moon-clip magazine and took out the six cartridges together.

This kind of bullet changer is extremely cheap. It is just a piece of iron pressed out of a mold, and you can get as much as you want.

When you go out to do something, you can install five or six magazine changers in advance so that you can replace them at any time during battle.

If there is a conflict with other gangs, Chen Zhengwei's men will be able to beat the other gangs to the point of doubting their lives after replacing their new guns.

It's like what someone in the South said about the 13-round rifle during the Civil War: Those Yankees could load it up on the weekend and fire it all week.

"Brother, where is mine? Where is mine?" Chen Qiaoniang could no longer sit still.

She just saw Li Xiwen holding two boxes.

Chen Zhengwei took the box and threw it to her. Chen Qiaoniang reached out and grabbed it, then opened it and saw that it was a palm-sized pistol, which was much lighter in both size and weight.

Chen Qiaoniang suddenly became excited and waved her revolver around.

Until Chen Zhengwei warned: "How many times have I told you? Don't point a gun at someone! Unless you want to kill him!"

Only then did Qiao Niang obediently put away the gun and turned to wink at Chen Zhengwu.

(End of this chapter)