The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 193 The Damned Traitor

In the evening, the tall and slightly fat Poland came to Chen Zhengwei's casino.

He came to the casino many times, and all of Chen Zhengwei's men knew this fat man.

He gained a lot of benefits from Chen Zhengwei, and the more he helped Chen Zhengwei, the harder it was for him to get out of it.

If some of the information leaked out, neither the Italians nor the Irish would let him go.

Therefore, Chen Zhengwei also has great trust in Greater Poland.

Of course, another important point is that there are too few Poles in San Francisco, so the power of Greater Poland cannot grow and can only rely on itself.

"Mr. Chen!" Dabolan sat down on the single sofa next to Chen Zhengwei, and Wanyun placed the cup and the bottle in front of him.

"Thank you!" said Dapolan.

"How's the situation with the Irish?" Chen Zhengwei threw a cigarette to Great Poland and asked casually.

Dapolan took out a match and helped Chen Zhengwei light it, and then he lit his own cigarette, being very humble.

"They've pulled out all of their people in South of Market, and now they're mainly in Sunset, the Haight, and the Mission..."

The Haight was a quiet community with little business atmosphere, and the Irish didn't earn much there.

After losing the Port District, the Theater District, and parts of South of Market, they now only have the Mission and Sunset Districts left.

"Did they have any conflict with the Jews?" Chen Zhengwei asked.

"No, they are now fighting the Italians, and the Ferro family is fighting very fiercely! They don't have the energy to fight the Jews anymore."

Chen Zhengwei thought about it and wondered whether the Jews had talked about something with the Irish that led to the Irish retreating on their own initiative.

Or as Greater Poland said, the Irish couldn't take it anymore.

"Have you checked the situation of the bank's loan officer? If there is no problem, just do it. Don't make it too obvious. It's better to create an accident. Don't be too harsh. Just break his knee. The bank won't want a cripple as a manager."

Chen Zhengwei gave the order casually, he had almost forgotten about this little thing.

Noel, the bank counter manager, asked Anna to pass on a message, and then he remembered it and asked Greater Poland to investigate.

"Find me another congressman named An Tusen, quickly. Within two days, I want his detailed information, including where he lives and his daily travel routes!"

Greater Poland has more than a dozen experts in gathering intelligence, all of whom have been trained in recent times.

Moreover, these people have Western Slavic and Eastern Slavic ancestry and can easily pass themselves off as Italians and Eastern Europeans.

After seeing Chen Zhengwei finish speaking, he said, "I have found out the information about smuggled goods that you asked me to find out last time."

"Tell me about it!" Chen Zhengwei suddenly became interested.

He is interested in all ways to make money now.

"Alcohol, Cuban cigars, gold."

"It's mainly Scottish and French wines. Some small smugglers will come through San Francisco. There are also Cuban cigars. The tariffs on these things are very high. There is a 50% tariff on wine and 100% on cigars."

"Go to San Francisco to unload?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows. It is most convenient to unload goods from Europe in New York.

New York is a metropolis with a population of millions. There is a huge demand for these things, and with well-developed railway transportation, they can be delivered to all parts of the United States.

"The big liquor smugglers will go there...the small smugglers don't have any connections, so they can only go around to the West Coast."

"As for cigars... the ships in the Caribbean are strictly checked on the East Coast, so they will also take a detour and go through the West Coast."

"The gold is from South America... but I haven't found out the details."

“Who’s selling the wine and cigars?”

"The wine is from Otto... No one sells it now... The cigars are from a Spaniard named Juan. He has some men here, and half of the Cuban cigars in San Francisco come from him. He himself is rarely in San Francisco."

"First, contact those liquor smugglers, and we will be in charge of smuggling liquor in the future! Your people will be responsible for delivering it to various bars, and you will get 20% of the profits!" Chen Zhengwei thought for a while and said.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen!" A smile appeared on Dapolan's face.

Although there are some wineries near San Francisco, there is a huge demand for Scottish and French fine wines and brandy, and the profits are also high.

A 20% profit is probably more than the income from his current territory and the brothel business.

……

Early in the morning, Bernie got out of bed and felt the biting cold.

After changing his clothes, he saw that the five children in the family were still wearing thin clothes, and his wife's clothes were also whitened by starch, which made him feel pressured.

As a father of five children, he is under a lot of pressure.

After eating a not-so-hearty breakfast, he came to the port.

He is a worker at Kinmen Freight, and a lot of things have happened at Kinmen Freight recently.

First, the Irish boss Otto died, and then the boss was replaced by a Chinese.

The Chinese man said he would give them a 10% salary increase, which made him feel that the Chinese man was not bad. With an extra 95 cents a week, he could buy thicker clothes for his children in a month.

However, someone jumped out and shot the Chinese man, and then the other party temporarily canceled the original salary increase.

This made him quite angry. On the one hand, he was angry that the Chinese man took back what he had said so easily. On the other hand, he was also angry that the two men were causing trouble at the wrong time.

Because of these two people, everyone lost 10% of their wages.

The Chinese then said they could report it. Although these Irish people had never been to school, they knew that the Chinese was dividing them.

Therefore, no one has reported it these days.

But this morning, when he saw his wife and children's worn-out clothes and Christmas was approaching, he began to hesitate.

After a day's work, he still heard people talking bad about the Chinese from time to time. In the past, he would always agree with them, but today he was absent-minded.

It would have been fine if he hadn't thought about it before, but he suddenly started thinking about it and suddenly became worried.

Everyone is having a hard time, and he doesn't know if others will report him because he has said bad things about the Chinese before.

If I lose this job...

Every time he saw Chinese people passing by, he would subconsciously look over to see if anyone was approaching them.

After another night, he finally couldn't stand the torment in his heart anymore. After work, he found an excuse to separate from other workers halfway and returned to the port.

He knew where to find those Chinese people, and he was somewhat looking forward to it, wondering how much the prize would be.

Maybe fifty? Or eighty?

Then he saw another person, Sig, a usually honest guy.

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with embarrassment and anger. This damn traitor!
Fortunately, I came, otherwise I might have lost my job!
A moment later, Yan Qingyou, who was in a street cafe, looked at the two people in front of him.

"So you are here to report?" Yan Qingyou asked playfully.

These Irish people hadn't come to see him for so many days, and he thought they were really so united.

"Yes!"

"Come with me to see Brother Wei later..."

Later, the two were taken to Chinatown, waited for a while in the casino, and then were taken to Chen Zhengwei's office.

Chen Zhengwei's office is covered with thick carpet, and there is a newly built fireplace next to it with firewood burning, making the office full of warmth.

There was a woman in cool clothes next to him who was peeling fruit for Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei sat on the sofa wearing only a shirt and trousers, and said casually to the two people who were covered in dirt:

"Sit down, don't be so reserved!"

"Everyone who knows me knows that I am easy to deal with."

"As long as someone does something for me, I will be rewarded. As long as others don't cause trouble for me, I won't cause trouble for them either."

"This is an ancient Chinese culture called an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth."

Watching the two of them sit down carefully, Chen Zhengwei continued, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Seeing that both of them were a little hesitant, Chen Zhengwei smiled and said, "You don't have to feel any psychological pressure."

"You are actually helping everyone. After those unstable factors are eliminated, everything will return to normal. Then everyone will get a raise, and they will all thank you!"

"Otherwise, if none of you speak up, I will have no choice but to lay off all of you and replace you with a group of people who have no hostility towards me. This will not be a good thing for any of you!"

In fact, the two had already made up their minds when they came, but they were reluctant to speak because of the other person.

After Chen Zhengwei finished speaking, the two of them no longer hesitated and started talking about some people.

There were more than twenty of them in total, all of whom were people they didn't like very much.

"Write down these people's names! Have someone fire them tomorrow!" Chen Zhengwei ordered Wan Yun.

Then he took out the money from his pocket, counted out 200 yuan, and placed them in front of the two people.

"You guys are doing great. I need some Irish people to help me. I'm going to promote you two. How about making you team leaders? Your income will also increase a lot, which can give you and your family a better life!"

"Don't worry, if anyone dares to cause trouble for you, you can come to me! I promise you will be safe!" Chen Zhengwei continued to dispel their doubts.

"I can even lend you some money so you can move to another neighborhood! How about living near Chinatown? I have several apartments that I can rent to you!"

The two did not want to be promoted, but Chen Zhengwei soon convinced them.

After the two men left, Chen Zhengwei picked up the paper, took a look at it, and asked someone to give it to Yan Qingyou.

He actually doesn't care much about these people, but with two people reporting them, the others will soon feel insecure. If they don't want to be reported, they have to report others, not to mention that they will get a bonus and promotion.

Then the Irish would be divided and become a loose group.

As long as there are more people reporting it, those people won’t know who to retaliate against even if they want to.

……

Almost at the same time, Lucas, a loan officer at California Bank, just came down the stairs of a restaurant.

There were two carriages parked in front of the restaurant. Lucas was a little drunk and was still looking for his own carriage when suddenly someone pushed him from behind and pushed him directly in front of a carriage.

The coachman hit the horse hard on its butt. The horse immediately neighed, raised its neck and ran forward, knocking Lucas down directly, and the carriage ran over him.

Lucas's head was bleeding and he almost fainted.

"Sir?" Several helpful passers-by came forward and surrounded Lucas.

One of them looked at Lucas's injury, turned his head to look at the side, took out a hammer from his waist and smashed it on Lucas' knee.

The boss specifically said he would break one of his knees, and that meant he had to break one of his knees.

Lucas was about to faint, and he let out another scream.

The man quickly stuffed the hammer into his clothes.

Others shouted, "The horse is frightened, someone is hurt!"

As more and more people gathered here, the helpful pedestrian squeezed out of the crowd and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)