The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 204 Port Shutdown
On the afternoon of the day when Yan Qingyou gave the notice, the port area suddenly became lively.

The loading and unloading of cargo on some ships began to speed up, and those freight companies did not know how many days the service would stop, so they wanted to hurry up and complete the loading and unloading of the agreed ships.

"You don't have to come tomorrow. Take a few days off!" The boss of the freight company said to the company's workers in the evening.

"Why? We didn't do anything wrong!" Many workers started to riot.

"I'm not going to fire you, I'm just going to give you a few days off! Probably three days, or five days! We'll notify you to come back to work then." The boss of the freight company looked behind the crowd and saw two Chinese men in dark coats and thug hats standing there smoking and staring at this place.

After hearing this, the commotion subsided.

But even so, some people are still dissatisfied. After all, three days of suspension of work means three days of lost wages.

And from what the other party said, I don’t know how long the suspension will last.

"But the day after tomorrow is payday, and I have no money left! If I don't work for a few days, my family will starve!" Someone still insisted.

"How much do you need? Five dollars? I can lend it to you first and deduct it from your salary!"

After that, more and more people borrowed a few dollars from the boss, and then these workers left with dissatisfaction.

I turned around and saw the Chinese people in the distance.

"I think it has something to do with the Chinese! They are monitoring here!" someone whispered.

Recently at the port, the names for Chinese people have changed from qingchong and bastard to chinamen.

Those Irish people no longer dared to insult the Chinese to their faces as they did before.

These Chinese guys are not as easy to bully as they used to be.

The Investigation Bureau and those Chinese are in cahoots with each other, and in the end, you will be the only one who suffers.

Recently, many people have been taken to the Investigation Bureau because of conflicts with Chinese. Those damn copper buttons will only arrest them. Even if they take the Chinese away, those people will appear at the port again half an hour later.

Those who were taken away would be detained for several days and would even lose their jobs when they were released.

After several attempts, the Irish finally learned their lesson.

Starting from the next morning, although there were still a few workers on the entire dock, no one was working and no ships were loading or unloading.

Even the cargo that had been half loaded and unloaded had to stop.

Michael was sitting in a cafe with a newspaper in his hand.

"According to an investigation by the San Francisco Chronicle, several unnamed businessmen and former customs employees provided evidence that senior officials at the San Francisco Customs Service were suspected of accepting bribes, releasing goods without adequate inspection, and granting improper tax breaks to certain importers..."

Michael clicked his tongue as he read the contents of the newspaper.

"Chen is getting more and more powerful!"

He knew very well that what mattered was not whether they accepted bribes, but from whom they did not accept bribes.

He estimated that the situation at the port would be very bad in the next few days.

But he doesn't care. What does customs have to do with him?
Customs is under the jurisdiction of the federal government, not to mention him, it has nothing to do with the San Francisco city government.

It naturally had nothing to do with him if those workers didn't go to work.

After finishing a cup of coffee, Michael put on his hat and walked out of the cafe with the newspaper.

I saw a few guys with copper buttons chatting not far away, and in the distance, a few German guys in windbreakers were walking quickly down the street with bottles of wine in their hands.

……

A freight company, although the workers are on holiday, the company's employees are still there.

At this time, a staff member said apologetically:
"I'm sorry, but we're already fully booked for the past few days... maybe we can unload the ship a few days later?"

"FUCK!" The man standing in front of him cursed under his breath. He had already gone to several freight companies, but none of them was willing to help unload the goods. Even the casual workers at the dock had disappeared.

It's like hell.

"My boat is full of agricultural products. They must be unloaded and sent to the market today. If I delay for one day, I will lose a lot of money... I can pay more!"

"Sorry, I can't help you with that." Before the clerk could finish his sentence, several more people hurried in.

"We have a shipment that needs to be loaded onto the ship today... I can pay more!"

"Feel sorry……"

"Shit, is today the end of the world?" a man cursed.

“Why is there no one loading or unloading at the entire port?”

The clerk shrugged. He knew the reason, but he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

After a while, the men left and the businessman handed the clerk two dollars.

"Can you tell me who can solve my problem?"

The clerk put two dollars in his pocket and whispered, "Chinese!"

"Don't say I told you that."

……

McPhee Chester was in the office at this time. He threw the newspaper aside and snorted in dissatisfaction:
"Nonsense!"

Then he stood up and stood in front of the window, from where he could see the port not far away.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the port was a little deserted today, unlike the busy days in the past.

Then there was a knock on the office door.

"Mr. Chester, Mr. Daniel wants to see you. He said it's urgent!" said the secretary at the door.

Daniel is a shipping agent, responsible for overseeing the registration, departure and arrival of ships.

"Let him in!" Chester sat back in his chair. After a moment, a round-faced man with a bald head walked in quickly and said anxiously:

"Mr. Chester, we are in trouble!"

"What trouble are we in?" Chester was a little surprised.

"All the workers at the dock have stopped working today. Now the ships at the dock cannot load and unload, cannot leave or enter the port. The entire port has come to a standstill!" Daniel said quickly.

"No wonder I felt the port was a little deserted today. Why did they do this?" Chester frowned. He felt that it was the capitalists' deductions that led to the workers' strike.

But Daniel immediately gave him an answer that surprised him.

"It's the Chinese! The Chinese have banned all workers from loading and unloading goods!" Daniel said after taking a deep breath.

"What?" Chester looked at him in disbelief. He suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"It's the Chinese, Mr. Chester! To be exact, it's the Chinese gang. They prohibit loading and unloading of cargo..." Daniel arrived at the port this morning and discovered the problem.

After asking around, I got this answer.

But he also didn't know what the Chinese were trying to do.

But Chester knew, and he understood it in an instant, and anger suddenly rose in his chest:
"Are those Qing insects forcing me?"

"Has San Francisco become a pest-free city?"

"This is San Francisco, America's San Francisco!" Chester slammed the table and shouted angrily.

Daniel immediately realized that this matter was related to Mr. Chester.

After Chester cursed loudly for a while, he continued: "We have to solve this matter, Mr. Chester!"

"Can you tell me why those people at the port could hear the bugs?" Chester pointed to the port outside the window and asked Daniel with a sullen face. He even doubted where the city under his feet was.

"Because of violence..." Daniel explained, "Now the Chinese control the port. You know, they are the kind of gangs at the bottom of society! But those Chinese are fierce and everyone else is afraid of them..."

"The Chinese only asked them to stop working for a few days, and they dared not refuse. After all, life is more important than money. But this will cause us big trouble..."

"So even if we ask them to work, they won't dare to?" Chester asked.

"Yes, Mr. Chester. Actually I have asked... They are afraid that the Chinese will kill them..."

"What about the SFBI? They're not doing anything?"

"The police can't force the workers to go to work at gunpoint, and the investigation bureau has been bought by the Chinese..."

"This bunch of corrupt parasites..." Chester said with a dark face and gritted teeth.

"Mr. Chester, I think you should talk to the Chinese..." Daniel said after hesitating.

If this continues, the entire port will be in trouble, and Chester, as the customs collector, will also be to blame.

"Impossible!" Chester was filled with anger.

Is he going to bow down to the Chinese? That's impossible!
Even if customs were really shut down, he would never bow to the Chinese.

Moreover, this is not a Chinese city. He wants the San Francisco City Government to deal with those Chinese.

"You can go out!" Chester didn't want to say anything more to his subordinates and pointed to the door.

After Daniel went out, Chester took a few quick breaths. He felt like he was going to explode with anger.

Then he took up his hat and went out, for he was going to meet some people.

More than half an hour later, Chester met with several city council members and said to them angrily:

“I never knew this city was controlled by the Chinese!”

“I always thought I had America under my feet!”

“As a result, the Chinese now control our ports, and our city government is doing nothing!”

“I feel humiliated!”

After finding out what happened, the city council members were also shocked.

They don't pay any attention to the bottom of society, even though some Chinese people seem to have caused some trouble recently.

I heard that some Chinese people also went to the Republican New Year's Eve dinner.

But they didn't expect that the Chinese would dare to do such a thing.

By noon, even Mayor Anthony S. Batty was alarmed.

Later in the afternoon, Investigations Director Scannell was called into his office.

"How much benefit have you received from the Chinese?" the mayor asked directly with a cold face.

"Why do you say that? This is slander!" Scannell looked surprised.

"I never knew that San Francisco has become a place where the Chinese have the final say! They have even more power than I do. At least I can't shut down all the companies in the port, but the Chinese can!"

Anthony Batty said, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Catch the Chinese, arrest them for whatever reason you want, and hang them! If you can't do it, maybe I should find a new director of investigation!"

Scannell looked grim: "I need to find out what happened first, Mr. Mayor!"

After a moment, Scannell left with a gloomy face.

However, as soon as he returned to the door of the Investigation Bureau, he saw Chen Zhengwei getting off the carriage.

"Maybe I should arrest you!" Scannell stared at Chen Zhengwei with a sullen face, thoughts turning in his mind.

Chen Zhengwei did give him a lot of benefits, but he also gave Chen Zhengwei a lot of convenience. He could just pretend he didn't see those things.

But he didn't expect Chen Zhengwei to cause such a big trouble.

"The election is just a few months away, Mr. Director!" Chen Zhengwei said meaningfully.

Scannell was called to the mayor's office, where he found out and rushed over.

To be honest, he is not afraid of Scannell now. You know, most of the police officers in the FBI get paid by him.

Even if he won't help Chen Zhengwei kill Scannell, it would be a waste of time.

Besides, he has thousands of men, hundreds of guns, and people from Greater Poland and Schulz…

If he is really pissed off, the worst that can happen is that Scannell will be killed as well.

"What do you want to say?" Scannell stared at the Chinese man in front of him.

"Mr. Scannell, won't you let me sit in your office?" Chen Zhengwei asked with a smile.

Scannell frowned, and he suddenly realized something: this Chinese man was not afraid of him at all, and there was no worry on his face.

This shows that the other party is very confident.

Scannell walked towards his office with a gloomy face, wondering what the Chinese man's confidence was.

After entering Scannell's office, Chen Zhengwei pulled over a chair and sat down.

Scannell stared at Chen Zhengwei without saying a word.

"The general election is just a few months away! After the new mayor takes office, he will appoint his own director of investigation. Mr. Director, are you confident that you can continue to sit in this position?"

Chen Zhengwei took out a cigarette, lit it, and smiled.

Scannell's heart moved.

Yes, the director of the investigation at that time was not a professional, but was appointed by the mayor.

Scannell is already a long-serving seat holder, having stayed in the position for six years, as Democrats have prevailed in San Francisco races.

"Mr. Director, you have power in your hands, and you need to cash it in. You need to plan for your future."

"And the best person to cash in on is me!"

"I can bring tens of thousands of dollars in dividends to Mr. Director every year. Even if you are not in this position, the money will still be received. Ten years means hundreds of thousands of dollars, which is a lot of money!"

"And I can help Mr. Director continue to sit in this position!"

"I have a candidate who will definitely become the new mayor. I can convince him... to let you continue to serve as the director of the Investigation Bureau!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"Why should I believe you?" Scannell looked at him coldly, feeling a little unhappy.

He really didn't trust Chen Zhengwei, and no one was sure about the election.

What's more, Chen Zhengwei is so confident.

If it weren't for the money, he would have had Chen Zhengwei arrested.

"You must trust me, because I will bring you the best benefit!"

"Besides, even if the worst result is achieved, you can still get tens of thousands of dollars in dividends a year and become a millionaire. There is no investment with higher returns than this. Isn't it?" Chen Zhengwei asked back.

Seeing that Scannell was still silent, Chen Zhengwei decided to take drastic measures. He spread his hands and smiled meaningfully:

"Mr. Director, would you arrest the person who sent you money and cut off your own source of income? Even if you are willing, would others be willing?"

(End of this chapter)