The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 196 What belongs to my allies is also mine

"Shave the sides...starting from here..." Chen Zhengwei sat in front of the mirror and gestured on his hair with his hands.

"The hair on top should be left intact, and when it is combed back it should have a certain layering effect..."

The two barbers studied it for a while and then started to work. It was not the first time for them to cut this kind of hair.

Yesterday, Chen Zhengwei specially asked someone to find a few Chinese workers with long hair to practice with them.

Otherwise, Chen Zhengwei would really be afraid of going out to meet people with a dog-chewed hairstyle.

The price was that the three Chinese workers all became bald in the end, but each of them received a reward of two dollars, so everyone was happy.

More than an hour later, Chen Zhengwei looked at himself in the mirror and was quite satisfied.

The sides and back of the hair are shaved, leaving only the hair on the top of the head, which is then oiled and combed from the top to the back.

He feels that now he has fashion written on the left side of his face and trend written on the right side of his face!

"How is it?" Chen Zhengwei asked Wanyun beside him.

"Master Wei's hair looks good no matter how he styles it!" Wan Yun said with a smile.

Chen Zhengwei laughed and patted her on the butt. The two barbers stood by and watched.

"Have someone come and clean the room and change the carpet."

Chen Zhengwei stood up by pressing the armrests of the chair, then walked back to the sofa and sat down.

In the evening, Chen Zhengwei changed into a purple striped suit, a red shirt, and a luxurious mink coat on the outside.

You have to know that outside of Chinatown, an ordinary apartment costs less than $1000, and a mink coat that costs a few hundred dollars is considered a luxury item. This coat cost him nearly $2000, making it the most expensive coat in the entire San Francisco.

He often buys expensive things instead of the right ones. He likes to let others know that he is very rich, especially rich.

He is a role model for Chinese people in San Francisco. He needs everyone to see him, and the price of one of his clothes can become a topic of conversation for others after dinner.

Not only did he like to wear the best clothes himself, he also asked Chen Zhenghu, Yan Qingyou, and A Long to wear the best clothes.

Therefore, the number of his men increased rapidly, and now there are 40 of them, which means that for every people in Chinatown, one is one of his men.

There is no way to expand anymore.

However, with the seasonal changes in ocean currents, the peak period for shipping from eastern Guangdong to San Francisco begins from the end of January to the beginning of February.

At that time, a large number of Chinese will be sent to San Francisco.

Chen Zhengwei walked out of the room, thinking about the shipping matter in more than a month.

Pushing open the door of the next room, I saw Lin Changning wearing a white silk long-sleeved cheongsam. Trousers of the same color were visible through the gap at the hem of the cheongsam, and only the wrists were exposed from the sleeves.

She wore a pearl necklace around her neck and a gold bracelet inlaid with gemstones on her wrist.

This outfit really makes Lin Changning look elegant and graceful.

Chen Zhengwei looked at her with some ill intention. He had no other intention. He was just curious about where she hid the knife and the gun.

Lin Changning never left his knife behind and would always put it under his pillow when he slept.

Lin Changning rolled his eyes at her, then took a fox fur coat from the hanger and put it on. Chen Zhengwei heard the sound of the scabbard colliding.

A moment later six or seven carriages left Chinatown.

At the street corner, a foreigner in a coat pulled his hat down and followed from a distance, but he soon felt as if he was being stared at.

He glanced around and saw several of Chen Zhengwei's men staring at him and approaching him.

There weren't many foreigners in Chinatown, especially now that it was dark. He was following Chen Zhengwei's carriage from a distance, so he was immediately noticed.

The man's heart skipped a beat, realizing he was exposed. He glanced around and suddenly ran, turning a corner and rushing towards Portsmouth Square.

In Chinatown, the Chinese man's men were everywhere and there was no way to escape.

The only chance is on the square side.

"Catch him! Don't let him run away!" The thugs around him shouted loudly and rushed towards him.

The foreigner ran away frantically, and saw more and more thugs behind him. Some of them even pulled out guns, but they didn't shoot because there were many pedestrians and carriages on the street.

They chased all the way to the entrance of the Hall of Justice without slowing down at all. When the copper button at the entrance of the Hall of Justice saw this, he turned around and went in.

The foreigner cursed inwardly when he saw this. He had known for a long time that the FBI had been bought by the Chinese.

Finally he got rid of the chasing thugs in the financial district.

Then I hurried back to the rented house and saw only one person there, while the others had not returned yet.

They would meet together every night to pool the information they had collected.

"What happened?" asked another person.

"I'm exposed!" The foreigner shrugged.

"You can't enter Chinatown anymore. You have to be more careful next time. If you can find that person from last time, you can definitely get some information from him." Another person said. The person he was talking about last time was George.

He sent the portrait back to the detective agency, but still hadn't found the man's identity.

It wasn't until an hour later that the other two came back.

"We saw the Chinaman's carriage. He went to the Italians, the Ferro family!"

"Today is Christmas... Meeting him at this time is probably for a banquet. It seems that he has a close relationship with the Italians." Several Pinkerton agents talked to each other and felt the situation was becoming increasingly difficult.

The Chinese man was very vigilant and had many subordinates, so it was impossible for him to plant spies in Chinatown. He could only investigate bit by bit from the periphery.

According to current investigations, there is the shadow of the Chinese behind both the Germans and the Poles.

Now with the Italians...

The opponent's underground forces almost covered half of San Francisco.

"Could the incident involving Congressman An Tusen be related to him?" Someone mentioned another matter.

"This matter is under investigation by the headquarters, we just need to investigate our side of the matter," said another person.

Congressman An Tusen was shot. This is a big deal. Yesterday, many newspapers urgently added supplements to report this incident.

……

"Welcome, Chen!" Du Qiao saw Chen Zhengwei coming towards him with a smile.

He was hosting the party in a restaurant, the same one where Vito was shot.

Chen Zhengwei always felt that this place was not very auspicious, but since the other party didn't care, he had no objection.

Anyway, the person who died was not his.

"I don't know what gift to give, but apples represent peace to us!" Chen Zhengwei handed his hat and coat to his henchman and pointed at the basket of apples in Li Xiwen's hand.

These apples were carefully selected by his men at the fruit stall just now.

"This is a good sign!" Duccio laughed.

"Lin Changning, my fiancée!" Chen Zhengwei put his arm around Lin Changning's waist. When Lin Changning heard the word "fiancée", he felt very happy and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Hello, ma'am!" Du Qiao held Lin Changning's fingertips and lowered his head to kiss the back of Lin Changning's hand. This was a courtesy to show respect to ladies.

In fact, only the Italian upper class would do this.

However, the Vito family has their own business in the United States, and they are learning to get closer to the upper class.

However, Lin Changning subconsciously pulled out his fingers in an instant, grabbed Du Qiao's eyes with his five fingers, and then stopped just in front of Du Qiao.

Duccio blinked, he was startled.

"She is telling you that no one else can touch my things!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

"It seems that I have done something rude!" Du Qiao quickly smiled. He would not let such a small matter affect the cooperation between the two parties.

Moreover, different nationalities have different customs.

However, he was somewhat surprised that this seemingly "slender" girl could attack so quickly and fiercely. Although he did not expect it just now, he did not react in time.

"I'm just not used to your etiquette!" Lin Changning also realized that he had overreacted, and nodded slightly at Du Qiao to express his apology.

Soon this little episode was cast aside.

"Jacopo!" Chen Zhengwei saw Jacopo and greeted him with a smile.

Before this, Jacopo had specially sent a gift to Chen Zhengwei.

"This is Fabio..." Duccio introduced.

"You should know this guy, Mr. Chen from Chinatown!"

"Yes, it's well-known! Hello, Mr. Chen!" Fabio stretched out his hand and said with a smile.

This was a very ordinary family banquet. In addition to the important figures of the Ferro family, the participants included the heads of the affiliated families and, of course, the female companions.

In addition, there is the ally Chen Zhengwei.

The two sides chatted casually about some ordinary topics until the end of the dinner, when Chen Zhengwei, Duccio, Fabio and Jacopo went aside to chat.

Lin Changning sat with the other women. The Italian women were also very interested in this delicate and slender, very quiet woman.

After all, when they came, they all knew Chen Zhengwei's status and that Lin Changning was Chen Zhengwei's fiancée.

The others chatted about family and cooking, topics that Lin Changning had no interest in at all. Seeing that Lin Changning remained silent, someone asked with a smile, "Ms. Lin, what are your hobbies? Reading? Music? Reading?"

Lin Changning had long been fed up with their gossip, and after thinking for a while he said, "Does killing count?"

Everyone else looked shocked.

"Just a joke!" Lin Changning quickly revealed a smile, like a blooming flower.

Seeing the astonished looks of others, she finally understood why Chen Zhengwei liked to do this, and she felt relieved.

"I prefer painting..." Lin Changning said after racking her brains. The main reason was that when she was a child, she drew on the wall with mud and was scolded for it.

Soon the conversation turned to how to preserve Italian traditions and culture in the United States.

Lin Changning finally heard something interesting. She listened for a while and felt that Chinatown also needed this. On the one hand, it should integrate into mainstream American society like Chen Zhengwei did.

On the one hand, maintain their own traditions and culture.

Only in this way can Chinese people in the United States have sufficient cohesion.

……

"Mainstream American society is very exclusive to us now. We minorities not only need to make money, but also need to increase our influence." Chen Zhengwei smoked a cigar and chatted with others in a chair.

"Mr. Chen, do you have any ideas?" Du Qiao felt that what Chen Zhengwei said was right.

If they want to have better development, they must increase their influence.

"Public opinion, control newspapers and magazines, and publish opinions that are favorable to us. Ordinary people don't have much discernment, they can only passively accept information, and in the end, what they know is what we want them to know..."

"Only in this way can we create a social environment that is beneficial to us!"

Chen Zhengwei talked with a smile.

He had another purpose. It was difficult for him to control the newspaper as a Chinese now. The most he could do was spend money to buy the newspaper like he was doing now, and then make them lean towards him as much as possible.

Italians have it much easier than myself.

If the Italians could take control of the newspapers, it would be easy for them to take them from these allies.

What belongs to me is mine, and what belongs to my allies is also mine!

His words made Du Qiao and others fall into deep thought. Du Qiao also thought of the many reports about the Chinese in the newspapers recently, and they were all positive.

Although the status and influence of the Chinese in the United States are too low, there will inevitably be some changes over time.

"It's a correct and wise approach!" After deep thought, Du Qiao agreed with Chen Zhengwei's idea.

"In addition, there is the general election. Only by demonstrating our influence can the government pay enough attention to us... and newspapers are also an important part of influencing the general election!" Chen Zhengwei continued.

Du Qiao agreed with this and took today's casual chat to heart.

Although this Chinese leader is young, he is very wise. Unlike ordinary gangs who only know how to fight bravely, he is thinking about more far-reaching things.

Not only him, but Jacopo and Fabio also had the same idea.

……

When they were going back at night, Chen Zhengwei sat in the carriage and chatted with Lin Changning: "What did you talk about?"

"Some content about family matters. Those women... like to discuss family very much. It can be seen that they value their families very much." Lin Changning said.

“Italians are very similar to us, they are all family-centered,” said Chen Zhengwei.

“They also discussed how to maintain Italian culture and traditions. Although the first generation of people who came to the United States from Italy have these traditions, they are worried that the next generation and the next generation will lose their traditions!”

"Especially when some people move away from the Italian community..."

Chen Zhengwei thought for a moment and nodded: "Their concerns are correct, and these situations will occur soon."

"So what do you think?"

"Your school should add some content about this aspect! This will allow children who were born and raised in the United States to have enough identity and cohesion." Lin Changning said.

Chen Zhengwei laughed. He didn't expect Lin Changning to think of this so quickly.

However, he also knew that even if more education was provided in this area, many people would eventually forget who they were.

But he doesn't care much about this. Everything he does is just for himself. He thinks there should be a place for him in the United States.

If I can do that, the lives of other Chinese people shouldn't be too bad.

Apart from that, he didn't care about the flood after his death.

Especially in the next sixty years or so, the whole world was in chaos.

(End of this chapter)