The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 219 James' Legacy
"Noel, let me see what inheritance my friend can receive!" Chen Zhengwei sat on the sofa, and lawyer Brett next to him put a stack of supporting documents on the table, which also included James Cook's passbook.

"Especially the one in the safe!"

Chen Zhengwei was a little excited, just like opening a blind box, not knowing what would come out.

At least we can open up shares in the tobacco company.

Moreover, Fog City Tobacco occupied half of the market in San Francisco, so James Cook should have a considerable fortune.

Noel took it and glanced at it and knew there was no problem, so he nodded and went out to call someone to handle it.

Then someone came to pour black tea.

After a moment, the contents of the safe were taken out and a box was placed on the coffee table.

"Chen, this is what you wanted."

Chen Zhengwei opened the box and took out a stack of documents.

The top ones are the deeds to two farms, located near Mangrove City, about 20 kilometers from San Francisco.

One covers an area of 815.44 acres (3.3 square kilometers) and the other covers an area of 426.7 acres.

"How much are these two valuations?" Chen Zhengwei threw the farm deed directly to Noel.

"The valuation of this thing varies greatly. It depends on what's on the farm and how many livestock there are... If it's an orchard, the price will be higher. We need to have someone go to the site for a specific assessment. For an orchard, it might be as high as 30,000 yuan." Noel thought for a moment and said.

"If it were an ordinary crop...it might only be worth 15,000 yuan!"

"Is this all the two farms together have?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows.

Noel nodded and smiled, “No one wants to be a farmer.”

The price of the farm was much lower than he had imagined, and Chen Zhengwei did not value the output.

He has no interest in farming.

But we can also set up a few shooting ranges and some manpower there.

In addition, Chinese workers can be accommodated.

You have to know that after the New Year, a large number of Chinese workers will be shipped here by ship, and there are not so many jobs in San Francisco.

Thinking about it this way, Chen Zhengwei felt that these two farms still had some value.

Below the farm is a 10% share of a silver mine, which only comes with the right to dividends.

"What about this?" Chen Zhengwei threw the silver mine shares to him.

Noel called someone from the loan assessment department over and said, "Give me an estimate of how much this is worth."

"I know this silver mine. It's a small silver mine near the Old Silver Mountain. The ore quality is pretty good and it's relatively easy to mine. 10% of the shares are worth about US dollars." The other party was a middle-aged man. After seeing the location of the silver mine, he did some calculations and said.

"Did the owner of this silver mine take out a loan from the bank?" Chen Zhengwei asked.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, and when Noel nodded, he said, "Another investor in the silver mine borrowed some money using the shares of this silver mine."

"How many shares?" Chen Zhengwei became interested.

"7.5%."

“Who is the major shareholder? How many shares does he own?”

"It's Mr. Walter... I'm sorry, I don't know the specific shareholding situation..."

Chen Zhengwei nodded. He just asked casually.

As for silver mines, he was still somewhat interested, especially the Old Silver Mountain.

"Tell me about this Walter..."

"I heard that he is now mainly engaged in the export trade of silver... shipping it to China..."

Chen Zhengwei nodded. The profits from shipping were huge, and there was a great demand for silver in the country. What’s more, he was also an investor in the silver mine.

Write this down.

What remained was 55% of the shares of Fog City Tobacco Company, worth about $.

Even though Fog City Tobacco Company occupies half of the market in San Francisco, its cigarettes are now hand-rolled, with limited output, no equipment, and not worth much money.

There was also a small bag filled with gems of various colors, estimated to be worth about 10,000 to 20,000 US dollars.

Including the passbook and the deed to the house in Pacific Heights, the total value was over $180,000.

Chen Zhengwei thought about it and it didn’t seem like too much.

After all, Peng Ba made more than 20 yuan from that shipload of cargo.

"Let's make a contract for these assets first." Chen Zhengwei told the lawyer. The lawyer had already prepared it and just needed to take out a blank document and fill it out.

"I need as much loan as possible!" Chen Zhengwei said to Noel again.

"These are the collaterals!" Chen Zhengwei picked up the shares of the silver mine and the title deed to the farm, and then took out two titles to Pacific Heights.

"According to normal loan conditions, Mr. Chen can get a loan of 60% of the value of these collaterals, but given Mr. Chen's status and reputation, the amount I can decide on is 75%." Noel said.

"Let's do it this way!" Chen Zhengwei didn't care too much.

"It will take three days."

"Among them, 1 yuan must be in yuan denomination, preferably in paper currency."

After finishing the business, Chen Zhengwei asked with a smile: "Noel, has the new counter manager been selected?"

Noel felt a little embarrassed. He knew what Chen Zhengwei meant. But women could not be managers, and it would not be approved by the headquarters.

But he couldn't directly reject Chen Zhengwei.

After thinking about it, he shrugged and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, with all due respect, in some positions, power and responsibility are not equal. The power is not great, but the responsibility is great!"

"Every time they robbed someone, the robbers would always wave their guns and shout: Call out your supervisor!"

"Hahahaha!" Chen Zhengwei laughed out loud, but then he thought that the counter manager really didn't have much power, but caused a lot of trouble.

"How about the loan department? Although I can't be a loan officer, I can arrange another position for you that is much better than the current one." Noel suggested again.

"That's it!" Chen Zhengwei nodded without comment.

He took out more than 30,000 US dollars from the passbook and left with his men.

As for the loan, it will take a few more days.

He returned to the casino and threw 500 dollars to Dapolan's men and let them leave.

……

At Auckland Railway Station, a middle-aged man wearing a coat and silver-framed glasses got off the train, followed by several smart and capable men.

"Mr. David Brown!" Several people waiting at the train station came forward and said respectfully.

The person in front of him was a senior executive in charge of external relations at the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

All the core members of the Pinkerton Detective Agency's San Francisco office had been arrested, and now they were greeted by a detective who had just completed a mission and returned with several civilian staff.

"I have a general idea of the situation. Please tell me more details." David Brown nodded to several people.

He learned about the situation from a telegram, but the information that a telegram can convey is limited.

Two hours later, the group arrived at the San Francisco office.

"That means the situation here is completely rotten... but it's not your fault." David Brown comforted after finding out what happened.

As for the lost data, most of it was backed up at the headquarters.

Although the loss is not small, it is not unacceptable.

The most important issue now is to change the situation here.

The Pinkerton Detective Agency has the closest relationship with the local investigation bureaus, but here it is completely the opposite.

The San Francisco Bureau of Investigation is rotten to the core.

"Let's take a rest for a night, and then I'm going to visit the mayor." In David Brown's opinion, the best breakthrough point in this matter is the mayor.

Although after the incident, the mayor acted as if nothing had happened.

After a day's rest, David Brown went to the San Francisco City Hall and met the mayor's deputy Darren through his business card.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Brown, the mayor has nothing to do with this matter." Darren looked at David Brown's business card and said directly.

"The impact of your actions this time is too bad."

"We all know that they were framed!" said David Brown.

"It doesn't matter what the truth is. What matters is what others see." Darren said bluntly. "The meaning of our existence is to find the truth." David Brown looked at Darren and left.

Since he couldn't visit directly, he had to meet the mayor through some other methods.

After thinking for a moment, he went to visit Leland Stanford.

The Pinkerton Detective Agency had a close collaboration with the railroad companies, helping to combat railroad robbers.

Leland Stanford was a shareholder of the Pacific Railroad and a famous railroad tycoon.

That afternoon, David Brown waited in the living room of Leland Stanford's house for more than two hours before he saw him.

"Mr. Stanford!"

"I remember you! How's Allen?" smiled Leland Stanford, who had met Allen Pinkerton twice.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and Leland Stanford directly asked the other party why he came.

"I want to meet the mayor for something!"

Leland Stanford thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you talk to the person involved?"

He watches the news every day and knows what's going on.

I also know about the conflict between Chen Zhengwei and the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

Chen Zhengwei is a supporter of the Republican Party. Although Leland Stanford doesn't care too much, he is an important figure in the local Republican Party after all, and he always has to consider the election in a few months.

And Chen Zhengwei can now influence a lot of votes.

Hearing this answer, David Brown was slightly stunned and his mind turned.

That Chinese guy... not only bought off the entire FBI, he also has deep ties with the Republican Party.

He can no longer be regarded as an ordinary gang leader.

……

"David Brown?"

While David Brown was still waiting in the living room of Leland Stanford's house, Chen Zhengwei received a message from Darren.

He pondered over the news after receiving it.

"Go ask Marco."

An hour later, Chen Zhengwei knew about David Brown's situation.

Head of the Pinkerton Detective Agency's External Relations Department.

The other party was obviously here to deal with matters concerning the San Francisco office.

Chen Zhengwei thought for a moment, wondering whether he should just kill him.

On second thought, unless Allen Pinkerton and other senior executives could be eliminated and the relationship between the Pinkerton Detective Agency and government departments could be cut off.

Otherwise, there would be no point in killing him, as it would only allow the Pinkerton Detective Agency to devote all its efforts to revenge.

Chen Zhengwei opened the safe, took out a piece of paper from it and read it again.

Above are some of the detectives Green has recently convinced.

There are four detectives and twenty-two reserve detectives in total, some of whom have their names followed by notes about their personalities.

Few detectives were bribed, and most of these reserve detectives were from San Francisco and surrounding areas and were easier to convince.

However, it remains to be seen how many of them are pretending to surrender.

However, there are a few more credible ones. They all have sick family members who need to take medicine all year round, and the medical expenses are a huge expense.

For example, there is a German detective named Finn. His wife has arthrosclerosis and needs crutches to get out of bed. There are several children in the family, the oldest is fourteen years old and the youngest is eight years old.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Zhengwei decided not to touch David Brown for the time being.

The Pinkerton Detective Agency can't cause any trouble in San Francisco because everyone is in jail.

Even if he met with the mayor, he would have to wait for the director of the Investigation Bureau to be replaced, to drop the charges against those people, and then find a way to release their people.

It would be much less troublesome to kill the next director of investigation than to kill David Brown.

The main reason is that the Pinkerton Detective Agency's headquarters is in Chicago, which is too far away.

Chen Zhengwei put the list back into the safe, put on his coat and led his men out.

He was going to meet other shareholders and take over his tobacco company.

More than half an hour later, Chen Zhengwei appeared at the Wucheng Tobacco Company in the south area of ​​Shichang Street.

More than a dozen horse-drawn carriages entered Wucheng Tobacco and stopped in front of the office building. Then a group of people got off the carriages.

The managers of Wucheng Tobacco Company who were waiting here after receiving the news, as well as the shareholders of the company who were watching from the window, were secretly frightened.

After getting out of the car, Chen Zhengwei looked around and saw some workers watching in the distance, but no one approached.

Apparently there are fewer and fewer people who are blind nowadays.

"Where is the meeting room? Take me there!" Chen Zhengwei spoke directly.

"Mr. Chen, I'll take you there!" The manager of Wucheng Tobacco led the way. He had heard a lot about this Chinese man.

But none of this matters.

The important thing is that the entire family of the company’s former boss James Cook was killed a few days ago. He was beaten to a pulp at Auckland train station along with several bodyguards.

In just one week, the company's shares fell into the hands of this Chinese man.

In the meeting room, several shareholders looked at each other, and no one spoke.

As the door of the conference room was pushed open, several thugs entered the room first, and then Chen Zhengwei walked in.

Several shareholders were overwhelmed by the momentum and stood up subconsciously.

Chen Zhengwei strode to the main seat and sat down, then said to the others, "Sit down and talk."

Chen Zhengwei glanced at several people:
"Now James Cook's 55% stake in Fog City Tobacco Company has been transferred to me by his heirs. Here is the contract. Does anyone want to take a look?

Several people felt a sense of pressure just facing Chen Zhengwei who was sitting there.

Especially Chen Zhengwei's gaze, which was like that of a ferocious tiger.

Several people shook their heads.

"I will be in charge of the Wucheng Tobacco Company from now on. Does anyone have any objections?" Chen Zhengwei asked again, then shrugged.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you have any objections. You can also choose to sell the shares to me!"

"Mr. Chen, all we need is dividends!" several people said.

They also plan to keep their shares.

Now this Chinese man's power and influence in San Francisco is growing, especially the previous port shutdown, which made everyone see Chen Zhengwei's influence.

By keeping the shares, at least there is a little affection and a channel of communication.

This will avoid a situation like what happened to James, where his entire family suddenly died.

"It seems like everyone supports me!" Chen Zhengwei then smiled.

"Yes, we support Mr. Chen to manage the company!" several people said quickly.

"This is the best way, we can all have less trouble. Please introduce yourselves!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

Several people quickly introduced their names.

In fact, the company manager also has a 3% stake, and apart from him, the other people do not hold any positions in the company.

Chen Zhengwei nodded. Now the cigarettes produced by his two tobacco companies, together with Wucheng Tobacco Company, occupy 75% of the market.

He planned to integrate the tobacco company, with Wucheng Tobacco as one of its subsidiaries, and they only held shares in the subsidiary, Wucheng Tobacco.

But there's no need to tell them about this.

Soon after meeting with the shareholders, Chen Zhengwei called the tobacco company's managers together and inquired about the situation.

Knowing that there was a large batch of tobacco in the company's warehouse, worth tens of thousands of dollars, Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows. This was a pleasant surprise.

James Cook gave himself a gift before he died.

"Everything in the company remains the same for the time being. I will arrange for financial personnel." Chen Zhengwei picked up the account book and took a look at it. He felt a headache and threw it aside.

Then just arrange for someone to check the accounts.

He has time to look at the account books, why not do something else?
Besides, he has so many companies now, how would he have the time to look at the account books?
(End of this chapter)