The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 270 The Chicago People Are Coming
"I've visited most of these people and tested their tendencies!" James explained.

"Well, the tendency is not important! What matters is who they will vote for!" Chen Zhengwei said nonchalantly. After reading the list, he put it on the table.

"You don't need to worry about the rest. You should now consider forming your own campaign team!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

……

While Chen Zhengwei and James were chatting, patrons in some bars in San Francisco noticed a wooden machine in a conspicuous place in the corner of the wall.

"Tom, what's that?" A gruff Irishman sitting at the bar turned to look at the machine.

"It was sent by a Chinese! A little gambling gadget! If you are confident in your luck, you can try it, but I suggest you don't break it!" said the bartender after taking a look.

The rude drunkard muttered that he didn't like Chinamen and certainly wouldn't play with Chinamen's things.

But after a while, a stranger walked up to the machine, and many people looked over there curiously.

The stranger put a coin in and pulled the lever.

Accompanied by a tinkling sound, the pattern in front of the machine began to spin rapidly, and then gradually stopped.

In order to attract customers in the bar, this slot machine was improved before it left the factory. A bell was added inside, just like a bicycle bell, which would continuously ring as the bearing rotated.

When the pattern stopped, all you could see were cherries, 7, and BAR.

"Damn it!" the stranger cursed and threw another coin in.

"Hey, brother, if you have money and don't know where to spend it, why not buy me a drink!" The others in the bar laughed.

"Get out of here! Don't delay me!" The stranger turned around and cursed, then pulled the slot machine again.

When the slot machine stopped again this time, a louder ring suddenly rang out from inside.

The pattern is 7, 7, 7.
Then there was a clattering sound of coins falling from the machine. For some reason, many people found this sound very pleasant.

"I won! Twenty dollars!" The stranger laughed suddenly, and then quickly took out a handful of coins that had just fallen from the tray under the slot machine.

Seeing this scene, others suddenly became jealous.

Twenty dollars is already half a month's salary for them.

Human beings can never resist the temptation of gambling and wealth. Even a simple soap scam can deceive so many people, let alone a slot machine that can yield huge returns.

Soon, many people gathered around the slot machines.

The slot machines accept coins of 5 cents, 10 cents, 20 cents, 50 cents and $1, and many people take out 5 cents or 10 cents coins to play.

"FUCK, this thing is a scam, it's a lie!" someone said angrily soon.

"let me!"

"Three bells? Did I win?" Another person asked this question subconsciously as he watched the pattern in front of him gradually stop.

Then I heard the loud ringing of the slot machine and the sound of coins falling.

"I got it!" The man burst into laughter.

"10? Well, now we have money for today's drinks!"

Seeing that some people actually got rewards, more people became interested in this type of slot machine.

Soon they figured out how to play the slot machines, and the one with the highest multiplier was diamond, which was 100 times.

The second is BAR, 30 times.

Three 7s is 20 times.

The bell is 10 times.

Cherries are 5 times more.

Oranges are twice as much.

The bar was bustling all night long, with a group of people shouting and yelling about this novel gambling game, and from time to time someone wanted to try their luck.

Naturally, some people lose and some people win.

After all, the winning rate of slot machines is still very high now, but it will gradually decrease later.

As for the bar owner, he reminded: "Don't break the machine, don't kick it, don't hit it! If you break it, I won't cover it up for you!"

This scene happened in many areas of San Francisco.

Whether in the port, in North Beach, or in South of Market Street, the first batch of more than thirty slot machines were scattered throughout the community.

……

The next day during dinner, Rong Jiacai found Chen Zhengwei.

There was a henchman following him. The henchman had a big head and a small body, and looked a little weird.

“Brother Wei, sister-in-law!”

"Hello, Brother Wei, hello, sister-in-law!"

"Brother Wei, his name is Yan Datou. He is very good at accounting and is very smart. I asked Qingyou to bring him here to be responsible for the slot machine business!" said Rong Jiacai.

He is a good person. In a profitable industry like slot machines, he will of course give priority to taking care of his own people, not to mention that he can also give Yan Qingyou face.

"Big Head...it turns out that there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames! Sit down, don't be shy in front of me." Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"Brother Wei, the machines have been delivered to all the bars. The performance last night was good! Big Head, you tell us!" Rong Jiacai said again.

"There are thirty-two machines in total, delivered to thirty-two bars, and last night they took in a total of six hundred and seventy-five dollars and twenty-three cents. The machine that made the most money made thirty-five dollars, and the one that made the least money made twelve dollars."

"The main reason is that the winning rate was set very high last night. We will gradually lower the winning rate later, and the income will increase a lot!" Chen Zhengwei nodded. One machine earns 20 yuan a day, which is 600 yuan a month. Even if fewer people play in the future, the income should be about the same after the winning rate is lowered.

The most important thing is that there are hundreds of bars in San Francisco, and each bar has slot machines, which brings in hundreds of thousands of dollars in revenue a month.

"Nothing went wrong yesterday?" Chen Zhengwei said casually.

"A slot machine was kicked and broken, and a few people were drunk and wanted to smash the slot machine in the middle of the night to steal the money inside!" Big Head laughed.

"Is there really someone so brave?" Chen Zhengwei raised his head.

"Brother Wei, those drunkards can do anything when they are drunk! But they have been caught, and none of them escaped! This time I came here to ask how much money I want them to pay?"

"A slot machine costs one hundred and fifty dollars! They have to pay 5% interest every month! If they can't pay it back, we will sell their houses. If they don't have a house, we will send them to the mines to dig! They will dig until they die. It is only natural to pay back debts!" Chen Zhengwei said lightly.

A slot machine costs about forty dollars, but is sold for one hundred and fifty dollars.

Of course the compensation should be based on the selling price. How can it be based on the cost?
……

At Auckland Railway Station, Billy and his men got off the train.

"This is San Francisco! My legs are numb after sitting on the train for so many days! I hope the people of San Francisco can make me happy!" Billy grinned.

"Billy, this is Auckland! We have to cross the strait to get to San Francisco!" someone next to him reminded.

"Like this?" Billy thought for a moment, then flew into a rage and punched the other man in the face.

"Do you need to remind me of this?"

"FUCK, Billy!" The beaten man staggered back a few steps, then glared at Billy angrily, as if he was going to fight with Billy if they disagreed.

The people sent by Clayton Jackson this time were the best gunmen in the gang, so naturally, few of them had good tempers.

Even though Billy has a bad reputation, the others are not pushovers either.

"I have the final say on this matter. You all have to listen to me!" Billy gave him a cold look.

The other party gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger.

"So next we're going to take a boat to San Francisco? Come to think of it, I've never been on a boat before!" Billy seemed to have completely forgotten what happened just now and started talking to himself again.

In fact, everyone knew that his mental state was indeed not normal.

In a house opposite the train station, a young Chinese man was standing at the window looking out.

The other two were lying on the sofa on the side.

"Hurry up and check those people, are they them?" the young man standing at the window suddenly spoke.

The other two young men quickly stood up and went to the window to look out.

More than 20 men in gentleman's suits and bowler hats walked out of the train station, each carrying a box in his hand.

Moreover, when these people walked, others moved to their sides, which made them look very imposing.

"It should be them! Send a telegram back to inform Brother Wei!"

The three of them made a decision immediately, and then someone knocked on the door of another room, and inside the room was a foreigner who was sleeping soundly.

A Chinese man walked up to him and patted his face to wake him up.

"Don't fucking sleep, get up and send a telegram. The target has appeared, a total of twenty-three people!"

The foreigner got up from the bed with sleepy eyes, washed his face to wake himself up, and then sat down to send a telegram.

Almost at the same time, an office in the club received a telegram, which was then delivered to Lin Rongcheng, who was wearing trousers and a vest with a white shirt underneath.

"Go find Brother Wei and give him the telegram, telling him that the target has appeared! Brother Wei went home to sleep last night, so he should be at Dingshilou at this time!" Lin Rongcheng called two men and handed the telegram to them.

Twenty minutes later, Chen Zhengwei had just finished his meal at Dingshilou and was picking his teeth with his legs crossed.

"Brother Wei, someone is looking for you. It's from the club!" The henchman came up to inform.

"Let him come up!" said Chen Zhengwei.

Soon, the two thugs came to the second floor.

"Brother Wei, Brother Dacheng asked us to send a telegram over saying that the target has appeared!"

Chen Zhengwei took the telegram and glanced at it.

"Twenty-three? So few? It seems that people in Chicago are very rich!" Chen Zhengwei said with a sigh.

If he was robbed of $22, he would have to bring all his gunmen with him to get the money back with interest.

Only twenty-three people were sent. Are they looking down on us? Or are people in Chicago too rich to care about the $22?
"People from Chicago are coming?" Although Rong Jiacai didn't read the telegram, he understood immediately.

"They should be meeting up with that Soap Smith. There are more than thirty of them in total. And it's not convenient with too many people!" Rong Jiacai said.

"Go inform Yan Qingyou and ask him to take his men to the port and wait."

"I'm going to find Michael. It just so happens that I haven't had a gunfight with anyone for a long time!" Chen Zhengwei said excitedly. Although there were fewer people, even a little bit of money was still a big deal.

"I want to have a man-to-man gunfight with them!"

Lin Changning glanced at Chen Zhengwei. This man would not be able to stay still for many days.

"I am coming too!"

She was mainly feeling bored in Chinatown, and Chen Zhengwei happened to have something to do, so she followed him to join in the fun and also went to the port for a stroll.

(End of this chapter)