The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 203 Mr. Chester doesn't want to see you

Peng Ba felt that he had been polite and his gift was sincere enough, and the two sides had a relatively harmonious conversation. He did not expect Chen Zhengwei to turn hostile so suddenly.

This was totally unethical, which made him feel unhappy and he looked down on Chen Zhengwei.

If Chen Zhengwei really swallowed up the cargo, he really couldn't do anything to Chen Zhengwei. But in the future, the number of ships going to San Francisco would be greatly reduced.

"It's just a joke, I'm teasing you!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

"Mr. Chen is really humorous!" Peng Ba forced a smile.

"Really? That's what they all say!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"I can help you get the goods back, but your price doesn't seem sincere!" Chen Zhengwei said, leaning back on the sofa.

He was not prepared to swallow up all the cargo on this ship, otherwise his reputation would be ruined and those ships would not dare to come here.
Moreover, when the customs seized the goods, I don’t know whether it was targeting the goods... or him?
Chen Zhengwei felt that he should take this opportunity to talk to the Director General of Customs.

Not only does it solve the problem of goods, but also the issue of Chinese entry.

Customs officials are appointed by the federal government and directly managed by the federal government. They are not controlled by the San Francisco city government, but that does not mean they cannot be influenced by some people.

While Chen Zhengwei was thinking, Peng Ba asked respectfully, "What do you think, Mr. Chen?"

"12! And I can guarantee that you will not encounter this kind of thing when you come to San Francisco next time!" Chen Zhengwei thought about it and said.

The most profitable item in this shipload of cargo is opium, with at least 80% profit.

Silk and other products can only make a maximum of 50% profit.

The profit margins for spices are even lower.

12, the other party should still be able to make a little profit, at least not lose money.

After all, he still needs these merchants and cannot eat them all up.

"Just as Mr. Chen said, the biggest gain of our Baoshang trip is making a friend like Mr. Chen!" Peng Ba was decisive and made the decision immediately.

"By the way, what are you taking with you when you go back?" Chen Zhengwei suddenly asked.

"Food, tobacco, clothes, and some metal utensils..."

Even if the grain is transported back across the sea, it is profitable. And there is another important point, which is to store it in the warehouse.

"Do you want a gun?" Chen Zhengwei asked after thinking for a moment.

When Peng Bayi heard this, he immediately became energetic.

Guns are hard currency.

As long as we bring them back to China, we will definitely be able to sell them. And not only are they in demand in China, but they are also in demand in Southeast Asia.

He had asked about this before, but Hong Shun Tang couldn't get many, and only brought a few dozen at a time.

"How much can Mr. Chen get?" Peng Ba asked.

"As many as you want! We have as many as you want! You can have a whole boat!" Chen Zhengwei stood up and walked to the table, took out a pistol from the drawer and put it on the coffee table.

"Wesson Model III revolver, the most popular in the United States, advanced, reliable, five dollars a piece."

"This isn't a musket. You just need to push the bullet in to fire!"

Then he pulled out a rifle from somewhere.

"Winchester 1873, holds thirteen rounds, enough to last from Monday to the weekend, six dollars."

“These are all good stuff!”

"Bullets, two cents a piece!"

"These things are available in as much quantity as you want. You can wait for news in Chinatown for a few days and think about how much you want so that I can have someone arrange it for you." Chen Zhengwei said with a smile as he sat back on the sofa.

Guns don’t actually make much money; the real money-making stuff is the bullets.

At this time, the Qing Dynasty was actually able to produce primer bullets, but the output was not high and the models were different. Most people were still using muskets.

The guns here at Chen Zhengwei are the most advanced ones. He won’t sell them to the imperial court when he takes them back. He will only make money by selling them to the public!
Especially in Nanyang.

……

After Peng Ba left, Chen Zhengwei pondered for a moment how to meet the customs official.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Zhengwei went out and met Judge Brown first.

"Chen, I can't help you with this. Mr. Chester was appointed by the federal government, and he doesn't have many friends in San Francisco." Brown said directly.

"Is there any broker who can contact him?" Chen Zhengwei asked again.

Ordinary businessmen who want to get to know these officials mostly do so through brokers.

There are professional brokers who specialize in these things.

Although Chen Zhengwei prefers to just break down the other party's door with a box of money, having the right introducer can make things easier.

"I don't know... As for the others, I can still think of some solutions. But I don't know about Mr. Chester either. He seldom attends banquets and parties!"

Chen Zhengwei then went to see Director Scannell.

But the same answer was obtained.

"Fuck, is this guy so hard to meet? Chen Zhengwei was a little unhappy. Hong Shun Tang's goods were able to pass through smoothly before, and it must have been through this customs official."

However, it was definitely not Hong Shuntang who succeeded on his own, but rather some Democratic Party congressmen who took advantage of Hong Shuntang.

Maybe this McPhee Chester is also one of them?

Chen Zhengwei doesn't believe that customs officials will not accept bribes.

I just didn't find the right way.

However, Chen Zhengwei originally wanted to take the normal route, but he doesn't want to go through so much trouble now.

He was going to use the method he was best at.

Carrying a box of money, he knocked on the door of McPhee Chester's office.

The next day, Chen Zhengwei had someone put 20,000 US dollars in a box, and then took a horse-drawn carriage to the Customs Building. The Customs Building is located in the financial district, very close to the dock, and many ship owners and businessmen go in and out of the building.

Everyone saw three carriages stop, and then seven or eight Chinese people got off the carriages and looked around, and then Chen Zhengwei got off the carriage carrying a box.

Everyone moved away.

Nowadays, anyone who makes a living at the port knows these Chinese.

Chen Zhengwei carried the suitcase to the front desk of the customs building and said, "I want to visit Mr. Chester. Where can I find him?"

The young man at the front desk was wearing a customs uniform. Hearing this, he stood up and said, "Please wait a moment. I need to ask you something! Can I ask your identity?"

"My last name is Chen!" said Chen Zhengwei.

The young man left in a hurry.

Chester was in the office at this time.

"Sir, there is a Chinese man here to visit you. He said his last name is Chen." Chester's secretary walked in and said.

"Chen? Chinese?" Chester smiled when he heard it, he knew the other party would come over.

But he doesn't plan to meet the other party.

He will not have any connection with the other party in this matter. The other party should be looking for some Democratic congressmen.

Chester can take money from Democratic congressmen, but he will not take money from a Chinese lightly.

Because the former follows the rules, while the latter does not, and if something goes wrong it will affect his political future.

"I don't know any Chinese people!" Chester said arrogantly.

"Mr. Chester said...he didn't know any Chinese..."

Chen Zhengwei looked at the young man in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then smiled: "Is that what Chester said?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chester doesn't want to see you!"

Chen Zhengwei turned around and left with the box, a fierce light flashing in his eyes. When he reached the door and saw a foreigner trying to come in, Chen Zhengwei kicked him and kicked him out of the door of the customs building.

"Fuck, don't you have any eyes?" Chen Zhengwei cursed with a fierce look on his face.

The foreigner had a face full of anger, but when he saw Chen Zhengwei, who had a ferocious look on his face, it was like a basin of ice water was poured over his head.

After a moment's hesitation, he said, "I'm sorry, sir!"

"If apologies are useful, what do we need the police for?" Chen Zhengwei kicked him again before leaving with a cold face, getting on a carriage with a group of people and leaving.

A moment later, Chen Zhengwei returned to the casino with a gloomy face.

"Brother Wei, things are not going well?" Rong Jiacai asked from the side.

"Fuck! That foreigner is putting on airs with me! If he doesn't want money, then he wants to die?" Chen Zhengwei cursed with a gloomy face.

"Brother Wei, customs officials are appointed by the federal government, unlike those city councilors!" Rong Jiacai said quickly.

"There's no difference. They all have the same neck and head. They'll die if they're beaten into sieves!" Chen Zhengwei said coldly. He returned to the office, poured half a glass of wine, and smoked a few cigarettes before he gradually calmed down.

"Notify the dockside that starting today, no ships are allowed to load or unload! Not even a nail is allowed to be removed from the ship!"

"Let the newspaper publish an article to criticize this customs official! From corruption to incompetence, no matter how small the mistakes are, find them out for me."

"Ask Greater Poland to check for me how many people there are in his family and where they live!"

It had been a long time since Chen Zhengwei had been turned away. Although he had not met the customs official, the other party's inherent arrogance made Chen Zhengwei extremely angry.

After giving a series of orders, he finally calmed down a little.

There are many ships coming in and out of the San Francisco dock every day. If the dock is shut down for two days, the entire dock will be in chaos.

The ship that should leave cannot leave, and the ship that should come in cannot come in.

However, this kind of thing can easily be directed at oneself.

After thinking for a while, he continued:
"Tell those companies at the docks to find any excuse to stop work, and I will compensate them for their losses! Let them handle their own workers."

"If anyone dares to start work privately..." Chen Zhengwei sneered.

No one will die if work is stopped for three days.

But if we don't stop working, people will definitely die.

"Also, have Michael and Terrence take their men to keep an eye on the port. Don't let anyone instigate trouble. If there's any ulterior motive, arrest them directly."

"Let Greater Poland and Schulz send people over as well!"

After giving all these instructions, Chen Zhengwei poured himself another half glass of wine and drank it down.

There was a problem at the port, and the first person to suffer was McPhee Chester.

The San Francisco FBI and the gangs are all his people, so where does he get the courage to put on airs with him? Is it because of the few small guns in the customs?

Soon, Yan Qingyou, Dapolan, Schultz and others all took action.

"Starting from tomorrow, all loading and unloading work will be stopped. Brother Wei will compensate you for your losses! You can find your own workers!" Yan Qingyou took his men to visit each company one by one.

"How long will it take?"

"Three days, or five days, don't worry, it won't be too long. As long as you cooperate, there will definitely be benefits. If you don't want to cooperate... Brother Wei said that he won't force you!" Although Yan Qingyou said this, his finger stroked his neck.

"We can cooperate with you!" The other party agreed without much hesitation. Although there were some business deals that had already been confirmed, life was more important.

After all, this is an unexpected event that is hard to resist.

Although there will be some losses in three to five days, it is not unacceptable.

"Remember, take care of your own workers! No one should cause any trouble for me!" Yan Qingyou warned the other party again, and then hurried out to the next house.

　I finally finished writing it. It was so hard for me.

　　Happy New Year, brothers!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)