The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 272 Chen Zhengwei has always understood what elections are
Jonathan is a reporter for the New York Times. He came to San Francisco to report on the changes in San Francisco over the past 20 years.

However, just two days after arriving in San Francisco, I heard a big news: a gunfight broke out at the port and more than twenty people were killed.

When he hurried over there, there were only a few people left at the scene, washing the blood off the ground.

After he asked around and inquired about the situation, he went back excitedly and wrote a report. This was big news.

It was then telegraphed back to headquarters in New York.

The next day he bought several newspapers to see how other newspapers reported the incident. However, to his surprise, there were very few reports on the incident in other newspapers.

Even just a simple "The Bureau of Investigation was arresting gangsters at the port and a gunfight broke out!"

This made him feel a little unbelievable.

Although the FBI was indeed present at the time, there were still many Chinese people present, who were said to be local gangs.

Moreover, more than twenty people were shot to death with almost no resistance. This was clearly a murder!

Then he realized that his colleagues in San Francisco had been threatened or bribed by local forces.

This is very common, but he is not a reporter from San Francisco, so of course he doesn't care about these things.

Moreover, his news directly pointed to the San Francisco Bureau of Investigation. After all, a massacre carried out by the Bureau at the port would attract more attention than a gang fight.

So when the New York Times sent the news over and had it typeset by the office here, the people in the office didn't notice anything wrong.

The New York Times publishes newspapers twice a week in San Francisco, and the news is condensed and sent to San Francisco by telegram from the New York Times headquarters.

This news caused big trouble for the San Francisco office.

Just after noon, a group of Germans rushed into the office, smashed everything, and then held up a newspaper and asked coldly: "Where is the person who wrote this report?"

At this time, Jonathan was still in San Francisco continuing his record of the changes in San Francisco over the past 20 years. He also inquired about the situation of local Chinese gangs and prepared to make another report after returning.

Before coming here, he had never imagined that those dirty rat-eating insects would have such a big influence in San Francisco.

After Jonathan finished making records at the port and was about to leave, he was surrounded by several people from the Investigation Bureau.

“Are you Jonathan from the New York Times?”

"You've got the wrong person!" Jonathan looked at the other party's unfriendly expression and immediately denied it.

However, those brass buttons snatched the book from Jonathan's hand, flipped through it, and said, "That's him!"

Several people directly arrested Jonathan and sent him to the Investigation Bureau.

"Why are you arresting me? I have not broken any law, I am a reporter! You have no right to arrest me!" Jonathan shouted angrily while struggling.

"You are suspected of being involved in a murder! You will be charged with murder and defamation! You will be hanged on the gallows!" Several copper buttons sneered.

"I didn't, I didn't do it, you are framing me!"

"This is San Francisco. If we say you did it, you must have done it! If you have anything to say, you can say it in court. But all the evidence points to you, and there are many witnesses!" A copper button punched Jonathan directly in the abdomen, almost making him vomit the acid in his stomach.

It was only at this point that he began to get scared.

Although he knew that San Francisco was a barbaric place, he didn't expect that the FBI was also so barbaric and blatantly framed him.

"I want to see a lawyer..." Jonathan, who was imprisoned, looked at the malicious prisoners around him and shouted while grabbing the fence in front of him.

"Don't worry, we will provide you with the best lawyer! Lawyers from the best law firms in San Francisco!" Copper Button sneered before leaving.

……

"The Investigation Bureau, the court, and even the lawyers are all my people. I can kill him however I want!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

"Arrange a few people to go in and take good care of him!"

"Damn it, how dare you slander me?"

"Brother Wei, the newspaper didn't mention us! It was talking about the San Francisco Bureau of Investigation!" Yan Qingyou shrugged.

"No?" Chen Zhengwei was a little surprised. He had seen a title before.

Then he became furious: "Isn't that still slandering me? I am from the Investigation Bureau!"

Yan Qingyou: ...

He forgot about it!
"I'm worried sick about the reputation of the San Francisco Bureau of Investigation!"

"Take good care of the New York Times office in San Francisco!" Chen Zhengwei said lightly.

If it weren't for the image of San Francisco in the eyes of the American people, Chen Zhengwei would have planned to burn down the San Francisco office.

But that would easily give people a chance to talk about you.

It doesn't matter in San Francisco, but when facing a newspaper like the New York Times that covers the entire United States, he is not prepared to be so simple and crude.

"I will take good care of them!" Yan Qingyou said.

Chen Zhengwei stood up, picked up his coat and put it on, then took his top hat.

He has another visit to make in the afternoon.

Thomas.

San Francisco councilman, member of the Oversight Committee, and one of the Republican candidates.

Later, Chen Zhengwei took a horse-drawn carriage to a coffee shop, and then walked into the coffee shop surrounded by a dozen thugs.

At first glance, I saw Thomas sitting against the wall.

"Good evening, Thomas!" Chen Zhengwei walked up to Thomas and sat down, handing his hat to his henchman.

"Good evening, Mr. Chen!" Thomas was also very surprised and didn't know what Chen Zhengwei wanted to talk to him about.

You know, last time he went to Chen Zhengwei, hoping that he would support him, but he was rejected.

"What to drink? The Arabica here is good!" said Thomas.

"If you like to drink it, I'll give you a ton next time! You can even use it for taking a bath!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

Arabica is coffee beans from Costa Rica, and it just so happens that this is what Juan is going to sell him.

"You should change your taste more often. If you only drink one kind of coffee for the rest of your life, it will not be a pleasure but a pain!" Thomas said in a humorous tone.

"I'm giving it to you, you'd better accept it, Thomas! This is my kindness!" Chen Zhengwei said to Thomas.

Thomas looked directly at Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei is too aggressive.

But he quickly smiled and said, “It looks like I won’t be short of coffee for a long time!”

"Of course!" Chen Zhengwei smiled and said:

"Let me be frank, Thomas. I hope you and your supporters can support James in this election!"

"You want me to quit?" Thomas frowned.

"That's fine if you think so! You don't stand a chance this time. Vote for James this time. I'll support you next time, and you'll definitely be elected!"

"You're putting me in a difficult position, Mr. Chen!" Thomas said somewhat unhappily. He had already communicated with some people and even made some exchanges to gain support from others.

Should I quit at this time?
All the previous efforts and costs were in vain.

How could Thomas accept this?
"It's a good thing to have the opportunity to make things difficult, don't you think?" Chen Zhengwei leaned back on the sofa, smoking a cigarette.

"Thomas, if you run for election again in two years, I will support you! The mayoralty will definitely be yours!" Chen Zhengwei repeated.

"I need to think about it..." Thomas didn't want to agree, but he couldn't directly refuse Chen Zhengwei.

Especially since a massacre had just taken place at the port in full view of the public the day before yesterday.

This gave him a new assessment of the danger posed by Chen Zhengwei.

So he wanted to delay it for a while, and then discuss with others to see if there was any way to deal with Chen Zhengwei.

However, Chen Zhengwei had no intention of letting him be dragged down.

"Three minutes!" Chen Zhengwei took out his pocket watch and threw it on the table. "Thomas, is three minutes enough time for you to think about it?"

Then he leaned forward and stared at Thomas like a vicious tiger: "I came to you in person and promised to support you in two years. Do you need more time to consider?"

"Thomas, I think you have a wrong idea about yourself. Do you think you can reject me?"

"This is San Francisco, you should know who's in charge!"

"It's me! I have the final say!" Chen Zhengwei pointed at himself.

“I say, get out of this election!”

Chen Zhengwei's eyes flashed with ferocity and his tone was extremely unfriendly.

Faced with Chen Zhengwei, who exuded a murderous aura, Thomas couldn't help but feel afraid and started to think about how Chen Zhengwei would treat him if he said "no".

He suddenly felt that it would not be a loss to exchange his opportunity to be a candidate this year for Chen Zhengwei's support in two years.

The essence of politics is compromise and deal-making.

"I promise you!" Thomas said before Chen Zhengwei exploded.

"But you said you would support me in two years!"

The fierce light on Chen Zhengwei's face disappeared, as if everything before was an illusion. He leaned back on the sofa and smiled: "Of course, even if others don't support you, it's enough to have my support!"

"This election will let you know whose support is the most important!"

What he needs most now is for James to come to power, lift the restrictions on the Chinese, and then pass and enact local laws that are beneficial to him.

As for the next term, it doesn’t matter who takes office.

And if he doesn't want to support Thomas by then... maybe Thomas will die before the next election!

There are so many unexpected things in this world that no one can predict what will happen.

Thomas unbuttoned his collar. Chen Zhengwei had just stared at him fiercely, and he felt as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Okay!" Thomas could only agree now.

"Then can you take me to meet your supporters? Maybe you can help me convince them!" Chen Zhengwei asked again.

"Yes..." Thomas didn't have the courage to say no.

"It seems like we had a very pleasant chat!" Chen Zhengwei smiled with satisfaction.

If we can deal with Thomas, we can deal with Thomas' supporters.

Of course, this is not safe.

Because James and Thomas only have 26 supporters.

And you never know when someone will suddenly die, or suddenly turn against you.

So I still need to convince some people.

Or let a few of William's supporters die!
Chen Zhengwei has always understood what elections are!

(End of this chapter)