The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 216 I have a problem with the way you round off
The next day, Chen Zhengwei asked Michael to go to Oakland to transfer the case.

So many people were beaten to death at the train station, and neither the murderer nor the victims were from Oakland. Moreover, the Oakland Bureau of Investigation had less than 20 people, and there was simply no manpower to handle such a case.

There is no reason to withhold the case.

Only after the identity of the deceased is confirmed can his nephew inherit the estate.

At the same time, he also asked him to arrange for someone to bring out the people from the Pinkerton Detective Agency one by one so that Green could meet with them alone.

Dig some people up in the Pinkerton detective agency and plant a few more nails.

No matter how many people can be recruited, the remaining people will definitely be suspicious of each other, and Pinkerton’s headquarters will also be wary. This bomb may explode at any time.

……

"Brother Wei, the editor of the San Francisco Chronicle is here. I think his name is George!"

"bring it here!"

"Mr. Chen!" George's eyes were filled with unconcealable joy.

"Sit down, George! It seems you have good news for me..."

Chen Zhengwei lit a cigarette and said with a smile.

"Mr. Chen, it's good news. Charles' wife agreed to sell the newspaper!" George smiled.

"She has a condition. She wants to talk to Sheriff Michael in person!"

The last time Michael went to her house to ask about Congressman Anthony Tuson's case, she wanted to give Michael money to investigate her husband's case.

However, Michael discovered that Chen Zhengwei had placed someone around her, and felt that there was something fishy going on, so he confiscated the money.

After all, compared to the money Chen Zhengwei gave, what she could give was just a small amount.

And Chen Zhengwei has money every month.

He can still tell which one is light and which is serious.

George then revealed that he had recently met Sheriff Michael and had some connections with him, so he could help in this matter.

Only then did Charles's wife agree to sell the newspaper to George.

"This is easy!" Chen Zhengwei was in a good mood when he heard this.

Finally, I have my own newspaper.

Although it is under George's name.

"How much is she selling for?" Chen Zhengwei asked casually.

"Thirty-two thousand dollars... After all, the San Francisco Chronicle has a certain influence throughout California..." George explained.

"What assets do you have?"

"In addition to the newspaper office, there is also a printing house..."

The printing factory was only worth 10,000 yuan, while the name of the newspaper was worth 20,000 yuan. In addition, even the two-story office building was rented.

"Sure!" Chen Zhengwei nodded. After all, the San Francisco Chronicle had a good market share and influence, so the price was not high.

"Go get three thousand dollars from her... tell her it's for Michael, and then send the money to me. I'll arrange a time for her to meet Michael!"

"I'll have my lawyer contact you later."

"Congratulations, George. You have taken the most important step in your life, from Editor George to President George!"

"Thank you, Mr. Chen. I will do my best!" George said quickly. He knew who was the one who really made the decision.

But President George... this does sound much better than Editor George.

What's more, Chen Zhengwei doesn't care about the newspaper's affairs at all. He just wants the newspaper to publish the news he wants to publish.

After George left, Chen Zhengwei collapsed on the sofa and thought about a very serious question.

Yesterday I was thanking God for His gift...

Someone came to me today and asked me for money...

Chen Zhengwei felt that there must be something wrong.

"Is there anyone in San Francisco who can help people make money? I wonder if my treasury is leaking?" Chen Zhengwei turned his head and asked Wanyun.

Wanyun was a little confused; she didn't quite understand this thing.

Still smiling and comforting: "Master Wei is a man who does big things. He is entangled in all kinds of things. He earns a lot and spends a lot!"

"That's right!" Chen Zhengwei agreed deeply, but the problem of making money still needed to be solved.

Although he had this idea suddenly, the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was a problem.

Anyway, it’s better to believe it. It won’t do anything.

He called Rong Jiacai and ordered:
"Scholar, ask someone to go to the guild hall to ask around. I think I need to make some money!"

"As soon as a sum of money came in, a large sum of money went out. At most, their treasury has a hole, but mine is completely empty."

Rong Jiacai thought about it and realized that this was the truth.

The money Chen Zhengwei earns every day is an astronomical figure, but he spends it like water.

Really should have someone take a look.

"Brother Wei, how about inviting two people from China? After all, if someone is really capable, who would come to San Francisco to beg for food?"

"Please hire the best from China! Let them name their own price. Write back now!" Chen Zhengwei made the decision as soon as he heard it.

After finishing the work, keep the person for two months to see how the situation goes.

If it works, then it's a master's job to buy a first-class cabin and send people back.

If it doesn't work, then they are liars, let them swim back by themselves.

……

Chen Zhengwei was still wondering whether he should go to the Mazu Temple to worship, but then he changed his mind and thought that it seemed like someone had given him a statue of Mazu.

I just threw it in the box and never cared about it.

Now that he could use it, he thought he should take it out and worship it.

Chen Zhengwei has always been a devout believer. He believes in whoever is useful to him.

"Brother Wei, the Jews are coming for you!"

"Bring him here!" Chen Zhengwei knew without even thinking why the Jews were looking for him.

The opium on board.

There was such a big commotion before, it is impossible for Jamie Mays not to know about it. A moment later, two Jews were brought up, one of whom was the young man Jamie Mays had arranged in the club.

Chen Zhengwei thought for a long time but couldn't figure out the other person's name.

"Mr. Chen, Jamie Mays wants to talk to you!" The young man's name was Leonard. He appeared respectful on the surface, but was still somewhat arrogant in his bones.

Although he knew that the Chinese now had great power and influence, they were God's people and descendants of Abraham.

Chen Zhengwei looked at him for a moment before he said, “Tell Jamie Mays that in an hour, we will be at the same place.”

After the two Jews left, Chen Zhengwei sat on the sofa and smoked a cigar for a while before calling Rong Jiacai over.

"Scholar, let Marco check to see if Jamie Mays has any enemies!"

Marco has been leading people to organize the detective agency's information these days. Pinkerton Detective has a database of criminals from all over the United States, so maybe there will be some gains.

"Ask the people from Greater Poland to check it out as well. Keep it quiet so no one notices."

After giving these instructions, Chen Zhengwei thought for a while and called Li Xiwen back home.

The things that others gave me before are all in the warehouse.

"Help me find it, there is a statue of the queen..." Chen Zhengwei opened a box at random, and inside was a gold pocket watch.

I threw it aside and searched for a long time before finding a white jade statue of the Queen of Heaven, 30 centimeters tall and very lifelike in carving.

Chen Zhengwei brought the statue of the Queen of Pop back to the casino and placed it on the table.

"Find a place to put it up, and burn some incense on the first and fifteenth days of every festival to pray for me! Bless me to get rich!" Chen Zhengwei instructed Wanyun.

After explaining the matter to Wanyun, Chen Zhengwei finally put his mind at ease.

If there are any problems in the future, it will not be your own problem.

Then he went out with a dozen people to meet Jamie Mays.

"Jamie Mays!" Chen Zhengwei handed his coat to the henchman behind him and walked towards Jamie Mays with a laugh.

“Chen, your recent development is admirable!” Jamie Mays stood up with a smile.

He is much wiser than Leonard, but there is still a bit of arrogance in his eyes.

Chen Zhengwei smiled and shook hands with him. He didn't want to bother with a dying person.

"You're looking for me about the goods on the ship, right?" Chen Zhengwei asked after sitting down.

"Yes, we had an agreement before, so I want to know how much goods there are and how much money I should prepare so that I can prepare in advance." Jamie Mays said.

"Don't worry, your goods will be there. I always keep my word and I value my credibility."

"According to the agreement, I can sell you 12 tons this time, all of which are of the best quality." Chen Zhengwei took out a cigarette and lit it, saying while puffing away smoke.

"As for the price, the market price is 1 per kilogram, which is 36 per ton. I can give you 3." (The highest quality one kilogram is 6.)

"The total is 28! If you round off the amount, it will be 8. Can you afford it?" Chen Zhengwei raised his chin with a doubtful look in his eyes.

"I have some issues with the way you round off!" Jamie Mays said with a smile. He did have some issues.

"With so many goods, you can earn more! And 30 is my lucky number, not a penny less!" Chen Zhengwei crossed his legs and looked at Jamie Mays.

"Okay! I need some time to raise funds!" Jamie Mays nodded. He had never thought there would be so many goods.

He had thought it was only a few tons.

He recently got in touch with the Chicago Mafia, and it was the Chicago Mafia that came to him, saying that they wanted to produce painkillers.

The intensity of work in factories today is very high, and many workers take medicine to make themselves feel more comfortable.

The market demand is huge.

Half of the goods were sold locally in San Francisco, and the other half were sold to the Chicago Mafia, making a profit of more than $100,000.

"I also need time to refine it! It will take at least 20 days, which should be enough for you to raise funds!" said Chen Zhengwei.

In the past, every gang in Chinatown had its own refining factory, so it was easy to find people to do this job.

"Okay!" Jamie Mays nodded. There was plenty of time.

"Happy cooperation!" Chen Zhengwei picked up the root beer and clinked glasses with Jamie Mays. Both of them were in a good mood.

Then they talked about the club's opening at the end of the month.

"I'll invite some friends then!" said Jamie Mays.

"This is our business after all! I've taken care of everything else, and I'll invite some people too!"

"Cigars and wine, both are the best!"

Today, Greater Poland has been connected with smugglers of Scottish whiskey and French fine wines, and now all the smuggled liquor in San Francisco comes from Greater Poland.

Great Poland was responsible for delivering the goods to various bars and hotels. He took 30% every month, and Chen Zhengwei took 70%.

It can bring Chen Zhengwei an income of about 6,000 to 7,000 yuan a month.

Cigar, on the other hand, contacted the Spaniard Juan's men, all of whom were from Cuba.

As for women, Greater Poland and Schulz will arrange a group of those with good appearance to go in.

In addition, Chen Zhengwei asked Greater Poland to send people to the theater district to look for ballet dancers in the theater there who might want to do some part-time jobs.

If you want to be famous in the theater, you have to sign an agreement with someone and have someone to support you.

It is difficult for ordinary dancers to make a name for themselves, and their income is not high either.

After the two chatted, they left.

A day later, George found Chen Zhengwei again and brought three thousand yuan.

"Tell her to go to the Investigation Bureau to find Michael tomorrow. I will say hello to him." Chen Zhengwei said.

Then George left.

Chen Zhengwei took the three thousand yuan and pondered for a while.

However, the drugs he had sold to Michael before were gradually deducted from the money he received every week, and now Michael still owed him two thousand five hundred dollars.

After deducting this money, Michael still owed himself fifteen hundred.

No one can owe him money, not even God.

The matter of Charles was just a small matter. They pushed it to the Irish, and then randomly arrested a few people, let them confess in prison, and then committed suicide out of fear of crime, to help Charles' wife fulfill her wish.

All are happy.

(End of this chapter)