The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 213 The more partners you have, the more stable you are
After dinner, Lin Mingsheng didn't rush to talk to Chen Zhengwei.

After placing Zhang Yan's uncle and nephew in the martial arts hall, he called two apprentices and walked around Chinatown to see if it was just as Chen Zhengwei said.

First, I found two schools and stood at the door watching the children of all ages studying inside.

"In the morning we have Chinese studies and math, in the afternoon we have American language, three classes a day! In the evening we have math and American language classes for adults, and we have to study in the evening too!" a disciple whispered on the side.

"No money?"

"No... My senior brother opened a white pigeon ticket shop next to the labor company. He used all the money he earned to open the school, and he also provided a meal at noon."

Lin Mingsheng nodded, looked for a moment, and then turned and walked to other places. From time to time, he left his two disciples behind and went into the shops in Chinatown to inquire about the situation.

It was not until the evening that he returned to the martial arts gym with a newspaper.

"Looking at Brother Lin's expression, what Junior Brother Chen said is true!" Zhang Yan smiled when he saw him.

"Nephew Chen is a handsome man, he is not afraid of big things, he is a good match for you!"

"If he does things like this, he might die in a foreign country one day. America is, after all, a place for foreigners." Lin Mingsheng said softly.

He learned a lot from his two apprentices and knew that Chen Zhengwei now had some Poles and Germans under his command, which had indeed opened up the situation.

But the troubles he caused were getting bigger and bigger. He was the one who caused the port to shut down a few days ago.

"No man can be perfect in his work. If nephew Chen is willing to go to Singapore, we can look after each other. With nephew Chen's ability and means, I think he will be able to make a name for himself in no time. But I don't think he is willing to do that!"

Lin Mingsheng nodded. That was all he said.

In this world, even if you try to survive honestly, you may not be able to survive.

There is nothing wrong with Chen Zhengwei being like this.

But in the United States, the power of Chinese people is still too small.

It seems that Chen Zhengwei is now quite powerful and has many followers. If something really happens, his followers will not be of much use.

Lin Mingsheng sat on a chair, thinking about something in his mind.

When the Taiping Rebellion was defeated, a group of remnants sold themselves to foreign caravans in order to avoid being hunted down by the Qing government.

Then they were sold to South America.

There were probably more than 10,000 remnants of this group of soldiers. He had heard from people in Southeast Asia before that the situation of that group of soldiers was not good. They were working as coolies in the mines and did not even have an identity.

It has only been fifteen years since the Taiping Rebellion was defeated. The youngest of these people is only thirty years old and can still wield swords and guns.

If we can gather these people together, we will at least have some strength to fight when something really happens.

……

"Shocking Gunfight on Cony Street: Pinkerton detective appears to have lost control and opened fire on police"

Chen Zhengwei was holding a newspaper in his hand. There were four large photos in today's newspaper.

One photo showed a large number of Pinkerton detectives being captured, another photo showed several FBI officers lying on the ground, and the other two were photos of the scene.

One of the photos shows a dead horse and bullet holes in the carriage.

Chen Zhengwei spent a lot of money to print the photos in the newspaper.

Because photography and printing technology were not mature at that time, it was very expensive to print photos in newspapers.

So it's comics in most cases.

Only extremely important news will be accompanied by photos.

Of course, the effect is also excellent.

Chen Zhengwei read the news and felt satisfied.

Later, a new visitor, Jones, arrived in Chinatown.

A major shareholder of the Golden Gate Storage Center, an investor who has connections in all aspects of San Francisco and is also familiar with Chen Zhengwei.

It was Jones' first time to visit Chinatown, and he looked at the exotic surroundings with great interest along the way.

He was very surprised when Dai Lun found him and asked him to be the middleman to communicate with Chen Zhengwei.

He knew something about what was going on these days, but he didn't know what role the city government played in it.

However, when he saw in the newspaper today that the Pinkerton Detective Agency was arrested and the mayor's deputy asked him to be the middleman to find Chen Zhengwei, he knew that the Pinkerton Detective Agency was closely related to the mayor.

It looks like the mayor lost miserably.

Chen Zhengwei's influence and skills also impressed him.

From customs and ports to the Polish and German protesters, and finally the arrest of the Pinkerton Detective Agency, these things have been strung together into a chain.

The customs released the seized goods, and the mayor's deputy also came to find him...the Chinese won a great victory.

"I'm looking for your boss, my name is Jones!" Jones straightened his clothes, got off the carriage, and then looked at the small casino, thoughtfully.

This casino is not small in Chinatown, but in Jones' eyes it is not up to standard. He thinks Chen Zhengwei needs a bigger and more luxurious one.

A moment later, Jones met Chen Zhengwei.

"What a rare guest!" Chen Zhengwei laughed when he saw Jones.

"It's so warm in this room. To be honest, I really don't like going out in this kind of weather!" Jones took off his coat and sat opposite Chen Zhengwei.

"I've wanted to say this for a long time. You have a very good taste in clothes and they suit you very well! But no one else can wear your clothes!" Jones said with a smile as he looked at Chen Zhengwei's purple suit.

"Because I'm the best one!" Chen Zhengwei was not polite at all.

He turned around and asked Wanyun to pour two glasses of whiskey.

"Indeed!" Jones smiled and continued:
"I came here today to inform you of something. Our mayor has admitted defeat. You win!"

"I'm sure a lot of people in San Francisco will be amazed! Especially those who know what happened."

Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows, spread his hands and said nonchalantly: "If he doesn't admit defeat, what other options does he have? Besides, it has nothing to do with him in the first place, he jumped out on his own..."

In Chen Zhengwei's tone, the mayor of San Francisco sounded like a street punk.

But in Chen Zhengwei's opinion, it's almost the same.

A few months later, he was just a street thug.

"Are those people from the Business Management Office still alive?" Jones did not respond to Chen Zhengwei's words. He has always been cautious in his words and actions.

"They are lucky!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"That's the end of it. The mayor won't bother you anymore. You release them and everything will be peaceful!" Jones said with a smile.

"Why is he causing trouble for me?" Chen Zhengwei sneered, then raised his glass to Jones, "But I like peace!"

Having achieved his goal, Jones relaxed: "I looked at this casino when I came up just now. I'm not saying it's bad, but I want to say that you need a better one!"

“A casino that can accommodate all the wealthy people in San Francisco!”

"I'm willing to invest. How about that? Are you interested?"

Chen Zhengwei looked at Jones and then laughed: "You are indeed an investor with great vision."

"My new club is opening at the end of the month!"

"A nine thousand foot luxury bar, a brothel of the same size, and an even bigger casino! The most luxurious decorations, the best wine and cigars, the most beautiful women, and the most lively casino!"

“Just over there on Montgomery Street, near the financial district.”

"It seems that I am a step late, but I still want to ask, do you still need to invest?" Jones said with some regret.

"No one person can make all the money. The more partners you have, the more stable the relationship will be!" said Chen Zhengwei.

"Very profound insights!" Jones nodded in agreement.

"But not now! Let's talk about it after the opening!" said Chen Zhengwei.

The club is not valuable now, it will only be valuable after it opens.

"I can't wait!" Jones laughed. He understood what Chen Zhengwei meant. The two chatted for a while, and Chen Zhengwei agreed with him to hold a banquet in Chinatown on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

After Jones left, Chen Zhengwei sat on the sofa with a playful look.

He had a good talk with Darren yesterday.

After all, what he asked Darren to do was simple: to make the mayor behave himself.

This is not a betrayal, but it will not benefit anyone if the matter continues.

Darren also understood this, so the two quickly reached a cooperation.

The only unlucky ones were the Pinkerton detectives, who were abandoned.

Jones was also the candidate proposed by Chen Zhengwei.

Jones just didn't know it.

Jones is an investor with good vision and a wide network of contacts. Chen Zhengwei feels that he can bring him more business.

After sitting on the sofa for a while, Chen Zhengwei asked someone to call Chen Zhenghu.

"Are those people still alive?"

"Brother Wei didn't say to kill them. I give them food every day!" said Chen Zhenghu.

"Come on, take me to see him!" Chen Zhengwei stood up and took the coat from Wanyun, then took a few people and Chen Zhenghu out and arrived at a yard not far away.

A few thugs were playing dice in the yard. When they saw Chen Zhengwei, they quickly put the dice away.

"All they do every day is gamble!" Chen Zhengwei kicked each of them.

Then I entered the house and smelled a foul odor.

"Fuck!" Chen Zhengwei took out a handkerchief and covered his nose and mouth. After entering, he saw more than a dozen people locked in three rooms. Each of them had a bruised face and nose, and their feet were chained.

"Let us out!" After seeing Chen Zhengwei, those people immediately became excited.

During the days they were imprisoned here, they were always worried about how the Chinese would treat them and were afraid of being killed.

"Where did you get these things?" Chen Zhengwei ignored them and asked, pointing at the chains on their feet.

"We found it from other gangs before. Some of the women wanted to escape after being sold here, so those gangs used it to lock them up..." Chen Zhenghu said in Chen Zhengwei's ear.

"Let them out!" Chen Zhengwei turned around and walked out. He couldn't stay here anymore.

After a while, more than a dozen people were released, each of them with a bruised face and a foul smell.

These people are honest this time.

"Now you know who I am, right?" Chen Zhengwei stood in the middle of the yard and said to the dozen people.

The dozen or so people looked at Chen Zhengwei with some fear.

"You're lucky. The conflict between the mayor and I has been resolved. You can go home now!"

"But I want to remind you that good luck will eventually run out. You won't be so lucky next time! Be smarter next time!"

After Chen Zhengwei finished speaking, he saw that no one answered him, so he asked again: "Do you understand?"

"I understand..." Everyone responded in a low voice.

"You're provided with food and lodging here. Shouldn't you say thank you to me when you leave?" Chen Zhengwei asked directly.

The dozen or so people looked at each other, their eyes full of humiliation, but how could they dare not bow their heads now?
"Thanks……"

"Get lost!" Chen Zhengwei turned and left. He believed that these people would never dare to come to Chinatown again.

After leaving here, Chen Zhengwei went to another place.

The entire room was littered with boxes of information, all of which were moved back from the Pinkerton Detective Agency by Green and Rong Jiacai and their men last night.

At this time, Marco and Jack were leading people to sort things out.

It contains information on most of the West, including geography, railroad conditions, criminal gangs, gangs, and unions.

Chen Zhengwei wanted to collect this information himself, but he didn't know how many people would be needed and how much time it would take to complete it.

In the evening, Chen Zhengwei booked a German restaurant in North Beach and hosted a banquet for the entire Investigation Bureau.

Everyone who comes can get a red envelope of 30 yuan when they leave.

The people who were injured yesterday will have an additional 50 dollars in medical expenses.

The captain gets 100, Michael and Owen get 400.
Chen Zhengwei’s attitude has always been that as long as you help me do things, you can get money from me, and it will be a steady stream of money.

Not only do you get paid every month, but you can also get extra money for doing work.

Even if it was just the most ordinary copper button, he would not forget the other party's money.

These people all rely on themselves to support their families, how could they watch themselves get into trouble?

More than two hundred police officers came here tonight and received red envelopes.

Including all the agents, and half of San Francisco's brass buttons.

Not just Chinatown, North Beach, the port, but also the brass buttons in South of Market, the Theater District, Russian Heights, Pacific Heights.

Looking at the crowd at the banquet, Chen Zhengwei and Michael stood aside and clinked their glasses.

Nowadays, if a new police officer comes to the San Francisco Bureau of Investigation and refuses to go along with the corrupt officials, he will not be able to survive here.

There was no need for Chen Zhengwei to take action, the other police officers would have shot him secretly.

Especially the detectives.

Later, Chen Zhengwei went to see Scannell again. Although Scannell would be stepping down soon, Chen Zhengwei still had his share.

What happened yesterday wouldn’t have been easy without his acquiescence.

At the same time, Chen Zhengwei also invited him to go to Chinatown to attend a banquet on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

It was already past nine in the evening when they returned to the casino. Chen Zhengwei took the root beer handed to him by Wanyun and asked casually, "How much money is left in the account?"

"Forty-six thousand three hundred..." Wan Yun memorized the entire account book.

"Damn it, making money is harder than eating shit, but spending money is faster than water!" Chen Zhengwei cursed.

I spent 12,000 tonight, and 3,500 to have the newspaper print the photos. The day before yesterday, I gave the director of customs 20,000...

What's more, the club has been investing money continuously.

Even though I make a lot of money every month, I still spend more than I earn.

The money for Peng Ba's shipload of goods has not yet been paid. Fortunately, by selling goods other than opium to the Chamber of Commerce and shops in Chinatown, about 10 yuan can be raised, leaving a gap of 2 yuan.

And the Chinese New Year is on the 22nd this year, there are still days left, and red envelopes will be given out by then...

Chen Zhengwei plans to give red envelopes to everyone in Chinatown.

If you put one dollar in each red envelope, that would be more than 40,000 yuan.

You should give more to your own men, right?

Although he could get some more money from the wealthy businessmen in Chinatown, Chen Zhengwei couldn't bring himself to do so and couldn't afford to lose face.

He is now past the stage of internal plunder.

Chen Zhengwei sat there smoking, wondering how he could make something big.

Otherwise, you can only go to the bank for a loan...

Soon Chen Zhengwei remembered something.

James Cook, owner of the Fog City Tobacco Company.

I had been focusing my attention on Mayor Anthony and almost forgot about this failure.

(End of this chapter)