The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 282 The money is there, even God has to give me some face

After Chen Zhengwei met Lake and others, he returned home.

Apart from the disappearance of the Wright family, nothing serious happened to the others. After all, not everyone is so hard-headed.

The richer a person is, the more he fears death and the more he knows about current affairs.

Late at night, countless people in San Francisco were unable to sleep.

Railroad tycoon Ransom Stanford died and his estate was set on fire. This was a major event that shocked the entire United States.

As for who the murderer is, there are many different opinions.

Some people suspected that it was Chen Zhengwei. After all, he was the only one in San Francisco who had the strength and courage.

Some people also think it was not him, after all, he and Leland Stanford were both members of the Republican Party and there was no conflict between the two sides.

After all, this happened too suddenly and was beyond everyone's expectations.

However, some people are certain that it was Chen Zhengwei who did it.

Michael took a look around the scene and then headed straight to Chinatown.

After all, the smell of this case is too familiar, that kind of crazy and unscrupulous smell.

It took some time before Michael was brought to Chen Zhengwei's home.

"You're not at home sleeping so late at night. Do you think it's fun to be outside in the cold wind?" Chen Zhengwei walked downstairs in his pajamas, yawning.

Hearing this, Michael became even angrier. Wasn't it because of Chen Zhengwei that he couldn't sleep at home in the middle of the night?

"Did you do that in Nob Hill?" Michael subconsciously lowered his voice. After all, that was Stanford, and this was a very big matter.

"Yes!" Chen Zhengwei said lightly. Even though Michael had already guessed that it was Chen Zhengwei who did it, he still showed a look of shock at this moment.

"Are you crazy? Stanford's influence was so great, he was killed at home, and his manor was burned down. It's impossible to suppress it!"

"We have to suppress it even if we can't!" Chen Zhengwei didn't care at all. Michael and he were now on the same boat. Michael had done so many things for him and he couldn't get away from it.

"Just find a murderer and put the blame on him."

"Stanford is different from those ordinary people and gangsters. Those rich people will keep an eye on this matter. Even Stanford died at home, how can they sit still?" Michael looked anxious.

"It's not as serious as you think! Don't worry, this matter can definitely be handled." Chen Zhengwei comforted.

After all, Michael is still very useful.

"How can we solve it? Chen!" Michael became even more anxious.

"Stanford was governor, but that was 20 years ago. People are forgotten now. Even if the president steps down, his influence will be greatly reduced."

"Other than that, Stanford is just an ordinary multimillionaire... He owns a railway company, which has some influence, but that was when he was alive!"

"Now that he's dead, all his influence is useless! At most, some people will ask about it, but they won't take any real action."

"Besides, there's no point in you complaining now!" Chen Zhengwei looked at Michael with a smile.

Michael was furious. He couldn't understand why Chen Zhengwei wanted to get rid of Stanford. He had never heard of any conflict between Chen Zhengwei and Stanford.

The two sides have barely even met each other.

But it's useless to say anything now.

"Now what?"

"The only thing we need to pay attention to now is the state. I guess the state will send someone to investigate!" Chen Zhengwei said. (Correcting a mistake in the previous chapter. There was no state law enforcement department during this period. Law enforcement was entirely up to the city police department and county sheriffs.)
"But they have neither men nor guns. What can they do if they come? Can they bite you? If they come, you can notify Rong Jiacai and he will know how to deal with it." Chen Zhengwei said lightly.

In fact, there is only one situation in the state that can threaten Chen Zhengwei, that is, the governor calls up the militia.

Apart from this, the state has virtually no armed forces.

The U.S. military is very small in number and is used for external purposes, and will not be mobilized by state governments.

Beyond that, the U.S. government has little influence in the states.

Chen Zhengwei went to Sacramento to avoid the governor calling up the militia and causing a direct conflict.

"Michael, put your heart back in your stomach. This matter can be handled, there will be no problem! You just need to deal with the scene and then help Stanford find a murderer! For example, his bodyguard was dissatisfied with him and committed suicide after killing other people?"

"Just give them a reason!"

"If they don't believe it, let them find the murderer!"

Michael had no other choice at this time and could only hope that Chen Zhengwei could really handle it.

……

"Stanford is dead?" Juan was a little surprised when he heard the news. Although he lived in South America all year round, he also knew Stanford. The top rich man in the United States.

Well...maybe a little worse than the top ones, like the Morgan family.

But in the western United States, it is definitely among the top ones.

How could such a person be killed at home?

"It is said that the whole family died and the manor was set on fire!"

"The security in San Francisco is really bad. This is what it's like without a gun!" Juan said.

Past experience told him that only his own men and guns were the most reliable.

"Any news on who did it?"

"No news, but...but in San Francisco, apart from China Chen, I can't think of anyone else who has such courage!" Ma Zai thought for a while and said.

"It could also be an outsider!" Juan said without comment.

"It is said that there was no body of the intruder at the scene, and there was not even any trace left. It is said that there are ten bodyguards in the manor, and the gangs don't have the ability to do so. Moreover, those gangs don't dare to attack such a big shot!" said the henchman.

After the henchmen left, Juan thought about it and wondered if it was really Chen from China who did it?
Is he so brave?

……

"Leland Stanford is dead?" Mayor Anthony S. Batty had already gone to bed when his deputy Darren came to his house and brought him news that made him lose all desire to sleep.

"Who did it?"

"I don't know..." Darren shook his head. He really didn't know.

Those who have the ability do not have the motivation, and those who have the motivation do not have the ability.

In his opinion, Chen Zhengwei is the kind of person who has ability but no motivation.

"It must be Chinese!" Anthony Batistuta blurted out.

"Why do you think so?" Darren asked.

"Only he has this ability! I think he did it!" Anthony S. Batty stood up and walked around on the ground twice, unable to help but reveal an excited smile on his face.

Although he still couldn't get over it, he knew that Chinese Chen was not easy to deal with.

He originally wanted to keep out of the crossfire with China for the time being, and then think of ways to retaliate after he runs for state legislator.

I didn't expect that Chinese Chen would be so arrogant that he even dared to kill Leland Stanford.

He was in big trouble this time! Anthony S. Batty felt that his chance had come.

……

The next morning, Chen Zhengwei got up and went straight to the club, opened the safe, took out stacks of cash and put them into a bag.

After a while, he closed the safe, carried two bags out of the house, and threw them directly to Li Xiwen.

"Brother, it's so heavy!" Li Xiwen took the bag and his shoulders sank suddenly. The two bags together weighed at least 50 kilograms, close to 60 kilograms.

"Five hundred thousand in cash, of course it's heavy!" said Chen Zhengwei.

"So many?" Li Xiwen suddenly felt that the bag was heavier.

"How can it impress people if it's not much?" Chen Zhengwei smiled and said, "With 500,000 yuan in front of me, even God has to give me some face!"

If half a million dollars isn't enough, will ten thousand guns be enough?

However, he was not going to give the $500,000 to just one person. He had originally planned to wait until after the election in San Francisco before lobbying the state, but now he had to do it earlier.

When I went downstairs, I saw a dozen horse-drawn carriages parked downstairs, and a group of thugs standing next to the carriages.

"Brother Wei!" A group of people spoke up in a loud voice.

"Let's go!" Chen Zhengwei got on the carriage, and the group went to the port and then took a boat to Los Angeles.

A day and a half later, Chen Zhengwei's feet were on the pier in Los Angeles.

When the foreigners around saw a group of well-dressed Chinese people getting off the boat, they looked a little unfriendly and approached them with ill intentions, hoping to get some benefits.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Zhengwei looked over coldly. Dozens of thugs immediately came down from the boat and protected him and Lin Changning in the middle. Each of them looked fiercely at the foreigners who were approaching.

The foreigners took a look and felt that these Chinese were different from the local Chinese and were not easy to deal with, so they retreated in dismay.

"If this were in San Francisco, I would fucking sink them all into the sea right now!" Chen Zhengwei cursed, then looked ahead with a look of disgust: "Is this Los Angeles?"

Although he already knew that Los Angeles was just a small town...

But this is too broken.

The ground was covered with mud, and the houses on both sides were two-story wooden buildings. There were almost no taller houses to be seen, and the air was filled with a mixture of fishy and foul smells.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The local sheriff's assistant saw this group of aggressive Chinese people getting off the boat and came forward to inquire.

"This is the first time I've heard that I have to report my identity and purpose when coming to this place. Are you checking my household registration? And do you have the manners to call me sir?" Chen Zhengwei said after looking at him.

"You'd better tell me what you're here for!" The sheriff's assistant frowned and spoke loudly.

Many foreigners were watching the excitement from a distance: "John, if I were you, I would arrest them right now to prevent them from polluting the air here!"

"Wherever these Chinese go, they bring their stench with them!"

Chen Zhengwei glanced into the distance, then tilted his head, and his men immediately surrounded the sheriff's assistant.

"I say, you have to call me sir!" Chen Zhengwei grinned.

He even dared to kill Stanford, let alone the assistant sheriff here... In San Francisco, he is just an ordinary copper button or detective.

However, this kind of small town is not divided so finely, there are only two types of people: sheriff and assistant sheriff.

"If you keep talking nonsense, someone will kill you immediately, and then you will turn yourself in to the Investigation Bureau! He will be released on bail in half a day at most!" Chen Zhengwei said.

Several thugs immediately pulled out their guns and pointed them at the assistant sheriff.

The assistant sheriff hesitated for a moment, then decided to follow suit!

"Okay, sir!"

"That's right." Chen Zhengwei took two steps forward, took out $10 from his pocket and stuffed it into the pocket of the sheriff's assistant.

"We are just passing by and are here to take the train! The people over here don't look very friendly. You'd better persuade them, otherwise I will be very angry."

"I'm from San Francisco!" Chen Zhengwei glanced at the boat behind him: "Those idiots may not know who I am, but you need to know!"

The sheriff's assistant's face froze for a moment. He really didn't know who Chen Zhengwei was.

Chen Zhengwei overestimated him... San Francisco is only a day and a half away from Los Angeles by boat, and news from there is brought in every day. He thought the other party would know who he is.

I didn’t expect that the sheriff’s assistant really didn’t know.

This assistant sheriff had only heard about the powerful influence of the Chinese in San Francisco when he was drinking in a bar, and he knew nothing else.

Fortunately, he was smart enough not to say it directly.

He could see that this Chinese man was different from the local Chinese. He was similar to those who passed by a few days ago, but he was more aggressive than them.

"This assistant sheriff...can go now!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand, signaling his men to let him go.

He then remembered that he was still a sheriff, but unfortunately he forgot to wear his badge.

After the sheriff left, he said something to the foreigners in the distance, and those foreigners dispersed angrily, not intending to cause trouble.

Chen Zhengwei then arranged for someone to find a carriage, and then went to the train station. He waited for half a day before getting on the train.

It takes more than twenty hours to sit there, and there is not even a berth.

Lin Changning was very interested in the train, which was not available in Singapore. After getting on the train, he kept looking around and asked with great interest:
"How did this thing get running?"

"Won't it hit something?"

Especially when passing a bridge, the train passed on the bridge. Looking at the river outside the window, Lin Changning broke into a cold sweat and held Chen Zhengwei's hand tightly.

She was afraid this thing would go off the rails.

But after a few hours, Lin Changning began to get bored.

"Xiwen, come and play cards!" Chen Zhengwei invited people to play cards.

……

At this time in the governor's office, Governor William Evanston Irving looked at the people in front of him and said, "Isaac, we need to put aside our partisan prejudices and investigate what's going on in San Francisco!"

"In fact, I have heard about some of the situations over there for a long time... and wanted to investigate. But I have never succeeded!"

"Stanford's death is a big deal for the entire United States, and it has a very bad impact. As you can imagine, many people will be worried about this. So we need to know what happened!"

Isaac Smith, California's attorney general, a Republican.

In fact, when the New York Times broke the news about the dock massacre, Governor William Evanston Irving wanted to send someone to investigate the situation in San Francisco.

However, the state government has no investigation or law enforcement agencies at all. He wanted to let the judicial authorities investigate, but he was always constrained and failed.

The news of Stanford's death reached Sacramento by telegram shortly after last night.

The murder of Stanford, the most prestigious Republican member in San Francisco, made the Republican Party uneasy.

That's why the two of them are sitting together today.

"I'll find out!" Isaac Smith said in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)