The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 292 Whoever I say did it, that’s who did it
"Have someone arrange a carriage and some people. I need to go to the ironworks!" Chen Zhengwei called Li Xiwen in and told him. Then he remembered something:

"By the way, I keep seeing a little kid down there lately, what's going on?"

"Brother, that's Situ Xianyi, a relative of elder brother Situ Ye! He was only 12 years old and came here alone. Elder brother Situ Ye saw that he was smart and wanted him to go to school, but he still had to work to pay back the money he borrowed for the boat.

Then let him go to school during the day and run errands here at night, helping to find people to deliver things and so on..." Li Xiwen actually likes Situ Xianyi very much.

After all, Situ Xianyi is younger than him.

"Oh!" Chen Zhengwei nodded, and then put the matter aside.

Not to mention that he didn’t know that Situ Xianyi later changed his name to Situ Meitang. Even if he knew, so what?
San Francisco is the biggest!
He just noticed that there was a little kid downstairs, and he was quite smart. He wanted to ask about this several times, but then he forgot about it.

After all, he has too many things to do every day.

Chen Zhengwei stood up, took his coat, went downstairs and saw Situ Xianyi standing at the door again.

"Mr. Chen!" Situ Xianyi immediately pushed the door open after seeing Chen Zhengwei.

Since the day he came to Chinatown, he knew Mr. Chen in front of him. He was the biggest in the whole Chinatown!

All those white guys in San Francisco are afraid of him.

"Didn't go to school?" Chen Zhengwei said casually.

"Today is the weekend!" Situ Xianyi showed a surprised expression. He never expected that a big shot like Mr. Chen would know that he was going to school.

"Others have been studying for so long, and you are just now joining. Can you keep up?" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

He has always been nice to his subordinates, except for kicking them sometimes when he is in a bad mood.

These lackeys are his foundation.

"It was a little difficult at first, but I can understand it a little bit now!" Situ said enviously. Although he had attended a private school for two years in China, he actually knew more than most children in Chinatown.

However, the courses here are different from those in private schools in China, especially the English class, which is like a mystery to him.

He made rapid progress by memorizing words every day and listening to the foreigners talk in the club.

"Study hard! Only when you study well can you do things and have a position!" Chen Zhengwei encouraged casually and led people out.

"Mr. Chen, I will definitely study hard!" Situ Xianyi said loudly.

When Chen Zhengwei went out, a carriage passed by slowly. Two people in the carriage were holding rifles tightly in their hands and looking towards the club gate.

When Chen Zhengwei had his men prepare the carriage, this carriage was discovered and approached.

After all, this is the most prosperous area in San Francisco, with so many carriages passing by every day that the horsemen couldn't pay attention.

Watching Chen Zhengwei and his men coming out of the club, the two people in the carriage took a deep breath and then raised their guns.

At this moment, Chen Zhengwei suddenly felt uneasy.

"Fuck!" Chen Zhengwei reacted instantly and sensed the danger. He glanced around and then stepped back suddenly. He felt like he had bumped into something, but he didn't care at all. The scene on the street flashed quickly through his mind.

Pedestrians... no problem... a few buildings across the street... a woman was looking in her direction, but it wasn't her... the carriage...

There's a gunman on the carriage!

As for Li Xiwen, who was following him out, he was caught off guard and was knocked five or six meters away by Chen Zhengwei like a puppet. He felt like he was hit by a carriage.

Everything happens in an instant.

The two gunmen had just raised their guns when they saw Chen Zheng retreating fiercely into the club and disappearing from their sight.

The two men only had time to fire one shot each, shattering the glass door of the club.

boom!
With the sound of gunfire and the shattering of the glass door, all the men around the carriage reacted and pulled out their guns.

"Protect Brother Wei!"

Situ Xianyi, who was not far from Chen Zhengwei, gritted his teeth, realized that this was an opportunity, rushed directly to Chen Zhengwei, opened his arms and blocked Chen Zhengwei behind him.

"What's the point of protecting me? Go and capture that person for me, he's on the carriage!" Chen Zhengwei cursed angrily!

When he looked at Situ Xianyi standing in front of him, he looked like a bean sprout, too small to block a bullet.

Chen Zhengwei casually tapped him on the head, pushed him aside, took out a gun from his waist, and stormed out of the club.

I saw a horse-drawn carriage speeding away on the road, with some thugs chasing after it.

"Damn it! When will the security in San Francisco improve!" Chen Zhengwei cursed.

Shootings are common in San Francisco, but this time it’s different, because it happened in their own club!
The club is frequented by wealthy people and politicians every day, and this shooting incident will obviously affect the club's business.

Fortunately, it’s not night yet.

"Xiwen?" Chen Zhengwei was angry for a long time before he realized where Li Xiwen was. He turned around and saw him lying on the ground near the bar. His face didn't look good and his head was covered with sweat.

“How did it become like this? Was he shot? This shouldn’t be possible…” Chen Zhengwei returned to the club, looking surprised.

Li Xiwen wanted to cry but had no tears. He was hit by Chen Zhengwei, as if he was hit by a carriage, and his whole body fell on the bar. Now he dared not move at all.

"Senior Brother, it seems like the bones in my back are broken..." Li Xiwen said with a sad face.

He knew that Chen Zhengwei was very strong, but he didn't expect him to be so terrifying.

"How did you do it? Is it made of paper?" Chen Zhengwei suddenly remembered that he seemed to have bumped into something at that time. He turned his head and looked around. Several thugs were standing guard at the door with guns.

Situ Xianyi stood aside.

"Go to the martial arts gym and ask Mr. Lin to come over and take a look..." Chen Zhengwei said.

If the bones in the back are broken, it will not be easy to move. Let Lin Mingsheng come over and take a look at the situation first.

It’s not far anyway.

"I'll go right away!" Situ Xianyi trotted all the way to Chinatown to find Lin Mingsheng.

Wanyun trotted down from upstairs and pulled Chen Zhengwei tightly to check on him: "Uncle Wei, are you okay?"

"What can happen to me?" Chen Zhengwei snorted.

After a while, Lin Mingsheng didn't come, but those thugs came back first.

"Brother Wei, the person ran away!"

"You can let people run away like this? What do you eat?" Chen Zhengwei frowned and scolded angrily.

The henchman was so scolded that he didn't dare to look up.

The other party was well prepared. After firing the gun, they drove away in the carriage. They were already one step slower when they chased them.

Even though Chen Zhengwei's carriage caught up with them, the carriages of Chen Zhengwei and his men were inlaid with iron plates. The carriages were too heavy and the speed was slow, so they were finally left behind by the other side.

Chen Zhengwei had a gloomy face. He was shot at the door of the club and the gunman escaped. If this were to get out, where would he put his face?

And will others follow suit?
Chen Zhengwei took out a cigarette and lit it, his expression unfriendly, his mind racing.

I must catch the gunman and the instigator.

As to whether it was these two gunmen, that is not important.

First, we will kill a random person and say that he is the instigator, and then slowly look for the two gunmen. As long as they are still in San Francisco, they will definitely not be able to escape.

Having made up his mind, Chen Zhengwei threw the cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it with his foot.

"Send me a reward. Anyone who provides information will get a reward of 1000 yuan! Anyone who catches the gunman will get a reward of 3000 yuan! Anyone who provides information about the mastermind behind the scenes will get a reward of 5000 yuan." After Chen Zhengwei gave the order, Lin Mingsheng and Lin Changning also came.

When Wan Yun saw Lin Changning, his expression froze. He bowed to Lin Changning, then went upstairs with his head lowered.

Seeing that Chen Zhengwei was fine, Lin Mingsheng went over to check on Li Xiwen.

Lin Changning glanced at Wanyun expressionlessly. She knew this woman, but it was the first time she had seen her.

Then he walked up to Chen Zhengwei with murderous look on his face.

"Do you know who did this?"

"It doesn't matter. Whoever I say did it, it was done!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand casually. There must be at least 8,000 people in San Francisco who want him dead.

There are also quite a few outside of San Francisco.

How would he know who did it?
"I'll leave this to you. I'll go to the iron factory!" Chen Zhengwei said. Being shot was actually just a small matter. He was used to it. He was angry because the gunman was not caught.

There is still work to be done.

"I'll go with you!" Lin Changning said directly.

"You wait here. When Yan Qingyou comes, ask him to send someone to check all the hotels in San Francisco. The gunmen are two men in gentleman's suits, about 30 or 40 years old. One of them has a brown beard..."

Chen Zhengwei said after recalling it.

Then he called his men and said, "Have someone clean up this place and change the door!"

"Have someone make some more glass doors and windows and put them directly in the warehouse!"

Chen Zhengwei always makes full preparations for everything he does... For example, he makes a few extra doors to be ready for replacement at any time.

"Also, go to the building opposite, the sixth window on the left on the third floor. Find out who it is."

The woman in the window was looking at herself when the shooting occurred.

In fact, Chen Zhengwei had already checked the residents of several buildings around the club, and even had his henchmen keep an eye on them. As long as there were new residents or strangers staying there, Chen Zhengwei's henchmen would immediately receive the news.

But just in case, let someone check it out!
After finishing these arrangements, Chen Zhengwei walked over to Li Xiwen and asked, "How's it going?"

"It's not serious, just a broken bone in the back!" Lin Mingsheng asked in surprise: "Was he hit by a horse?"

"Who knew he could be so careless! Xiwen, you need to exercise more!" Chen Zhengwei said earnestly.

Li Xiwen felt particularly wronged.

Chen Zhengwei then took his people to the iron factories. He now had four iron factories, three of which were located in the South Market Street District and one in the Mission District, which was the Irish territory.

Recently, Yan Qingyou's men have fought several battles with the Irish over there.

But there hasn't been any large-scale gunfire between the two sides yet.

The combined annual output of these four ironworks exceeds 4 tons of iron products and more than 5000 tons of steel.

Chen Zhengwei's original iron factory used the crucible steelmaking method and produced only a few dozen tons of steel a year.

However, the equipment in the several new ironworks he acquired, including the San Francisco Iron Company and the Golden Gate Iron Works, was much more advanced, which greatly increased the steel production of his ironworks.

This gave him an idea to merge several iron mills into a large steel company, which would significantly increase production.

There is also a lot of vacant land in San Francisco. The only problem is that we need to invest money to build a new blast furnace and buy some new equipment.

Chen Zhengwei plans to wait until after the election to do this.

In addition, he also has two metal processing plants with sufficient casting and cutting equipment.

There is not much problem in manufacturing guns and bullets.

Chen Zhengwei planned to first train a group of Chinese workers to process parts of guns and bullets, and then assemble them in the factory on the farm.

After the cultivation is completed, part of the equipment will be transferred over, and then directly processed and assembled on site at the farm.

As for the original workers of the metal processing plant, they were merged into one factory to process those ordinary iron products.

……

At the same time, Yan Qingyou also took his men to search everywhere and inquire in each hotel.

"How many guests are there in your hotel now? Are there two men together, probably in their thirties or forties, one of whom has a brown beard?" Yan Qingyou went straight to the hotel front desk.

"Think it over before you speak. If you tell me no, and later find out it's in your hotel... you're dead!"

"Yes... yes... two guests checked in the day before yesterday, at room 305 on the third floor..." the hotel receptionist did not dare to hide it and said quickly.

"It was so easy to find?" Yan Qingyou was a little surprised.

"Tell someone to follow me and catch him!"

"Brother You, do you want to inform Michael?"

"When they came over, everyone ran away!"

……

At this time, in room 305 on the third floor, two men in shirts and vests were sitting on the sofa and chatting.

"It's unbelievable that this part of San Francisco has become a Chinese place..."

"It's really unbelievable. They actually said that the Chinese man was the underground mayor of San Francisco... The bigwigs in Washington would never have thought of it..."

"Do you think that Leland Stanford's death has anything to do with that Chinese man?" the younger man asked.

"It's possible. We need to find some insiders to find out tomorrow!"

The two men were the ones sent by Washington to investigate the death of Leland Stanford. They first went to Sacramento to visit the governor and the attorney general, and then came to San Francisco.

As it happens, one of them has a brown beard...

While the two were discussing how to investigate, Yan Qingyou came to the third floor with a dozen people in a menacing manner.

Yan Qingyou turned the door handle and it opened.

Then they kicked the door open and a dozen people rushed in with guns.

As soon as the two people in the room stood up, more than a dozen guns were pointed at their heads.

"What happened? Who are you?" The two looked shocked.

The two of them had just found out some information and hadn't formally started the investigation, but that Chinese man actually sent someone to their door?

Was he responsible for Leland Stanford's death?
Who leaked the information about the two of them? The governor or the attorney general?

"They are around 30 or 40 years old, with big brown beards. They should be them!" said the henchman.

"Search!" Yan Qingyou ordered directly.

The thugs first took out the guns from the two men, and then took out their ID cards.

"what is this?"

"If you can understand English, it says we are special agents from the Office of Special Agents of the Department of Justice..." one of them began, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)