The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 302 The New York Times: "The Chinese Mayor of San Francisco"

The man and woman in the room were George Stanford and Emily Stanford, the nephew and niece of Leland Stanford.

However, unlike wealthy people like Leland Stanford, they are just two ordinary people with ordinary jobs and incomes.

Coming here to inherit the estate this time can be said to have completely changed the fate of the two.

After being excited in the hotel for half a day, the door of the room rang.

The two still had excited smiles on their faces. After hearing the knock on the door, they looked at each other and Emily asked in a low voice, "Is it someone else?"

After all, besides them, other relatives of Leland Stanford also inherited the estate.

And they moved to New York very early, so they were not familiar with other people.

After George opened the door, he saw a well-dressed middle-aged man outside. He didn't look like any other heir, but more like some other person.

"Hello, can I come in and sit for a while?" Brett said with a smile on his face.

"Please come in..." George was somewhat reserved.

He thought the other party was a lawyer handling the estate.

After Brett sat down and saw the two people sitting upright, he smiled and said, "I am here on behalf of Mr. Chen. He hopes that you can fight for Mr. Stanford's estate on Nob Hill and then sell it to him."

"Of course, he will give you corresponding rewards, and will be a little bit more inclined towards you in the inheritance of the estate."

"You have to know that Mr. Leland Stanford's estate was divided through the court, and the value of some assets has a certain floating range."

"In San Francisco, his friendship is important!!" Brett said meaningfully.

After Brett left, the two looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't expect that someone would come to their door before they inherited the estate.

Who is that Mr. Chen?

Later, they met the other heirs and put the matter aside.

But Emily was more thoughtful and asked about "Mr. Chen" in the bar that night.

After returning, he said to George, "I think we should agree to him."

"Do you know who that Mr. Chen is?" George was still a little drunk and he almost forgot about it.

"Yes, a Chinese man, the underground mayor of San Francisco... Everything here requires his approval. If we reject him, we will be in danger!"

"Anyway, the value of those inheritances is almost the same. We get the manor and then sell it to him. It won't be a loss for us, right?"

……

Five days after Chen Zhengwei met with the representatives at the bank, a long queue formed in front of the bank early in the morning.

Many people were feeling a little nervous and were talking to each other in low voices, wondering if they could really withdraw the money as the other party had promised.

After all, Chen Zhengwei's reputation is not so positive.

When the bank opened its doors, everyone kept pushing and shoving, trying to be the first to get in and withdraw money.

I was afraid that if I was a step late, I wouldn’t be able to take it out.

"Everyone, line up! Everyone can withdraw money today!" Several German men stood at the door and shouted loudly, cursing. They were the "security guards" of this bank.

It took some time to get the crowd to order.

The people in front started to enter the bank, and after a while they came out with happy faces.

"How is it? Did you get it?" someone asked.

"I got it!" The people coming out of the bank smiled happily: "You can get money today, you will understand when you go in!"

"China's Chen keeps his word!" People who withdrew money from the bank immediately had a better impression of Chen Zhengwei.

Even though Chen Zhengwei's reputation in San Francisco was not very positive, he saved their hard-earned money.

And as long as you don't cause trouble to the Chinese, they won't cause trouble to you.

Soon, those who entered later knew why this was said.

There were piles of cash on the table behind the bank counter, and the teller was constantly processing withdrawals and then handing the money over to the other party.

In two days, ordinary people who had deposited money in the bank withdrew all their money, and the bank's deposit business decreased by one third.

But Chen Zhengwei doesn't care. Isn't it easy to attract deposits?

Just don't charge any deposit fees.

There is no need to pay interest on deposits. Now other banks require handling fees for deposits. As long as the handling fees are cancelled, the deposit absorption will increase significantly. If there is interest, the deposit absorption will be even faster.

But there is no need for that for now, as there are so many people in Chinatown waiting to deposit money.

And there are not enough investment channels now.

A week later, Schultz returned from Sacramento with his people, and the San Francisco Savings and Loan Association was successfully renamed the People's Bank of San Francisco.

At the same time, accompanied by bursts of firecrackers, a branch occupying three shops on Duban Street in the core area of Chinatown also pulled down its red cloth to reveal the sign of the People's Bank of San Francisco.

Chen Zhengwei stood at the door with a happy face.

"Congratulations, Mr. Chen!" All the wealthy businessmen in Chinatown came to congratulate him.

“This is the first bank for Chinese in the United States!”

"When you need to handle business in the future, you don't have to look at the ghost faces of foreigners anymore!"

"You are all right!" Chen Zhengwei laughed: "I opened this bank not to make money, but to make it convenient for Chinese people to do business."

"Mr. Chen, besides deposits and remittances, what other services does this bank have?"

"I can also provide loans. As long as your business has prospects, I will lend you money!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

Although his Chinese General Chamber of Commerce would also lend money to its members, not every Chinese businessman was a member of the Chinese General Chamber of Commerce, and the Chinese General Chamber of Commerce's loan inspection was also relatively strict.

As for his bank's external lending, it is much more relaxed.

He was not afraid that someone would go bankrupt if they owed him money.

At worst, we can send the other party to the mine to mine, and we can always recover some losses.

"Let's go in and talk!" Chen Zhengwei happily led everyone into the bank.

A passerby saw the newly opened shop and asked, "What does the sign say?"

"San Francisco…People's Bank?"

"It was opened by Mr. Chen. It's the first Chinese bank in San Francisco!"

"In the future, besides remitting money from the Chamber of Commerce, you can also remitting money from Mr. Chen's bank!"

"There must be no problem with Mr. Chen's bank. After all, Mr. Chen doesn't care about our small amount of money!"

Although Chen Zhengwei's reputation in San Francisco is not very positive nowadays, his reputation in Chinatown is very high.

Those Chinese also trust Chen Zhengwei.

The most important thing is that Chen Zhengwei is extremely rich! Those Chinese also believe that Chen Zhengwei's bank will not have any problems.

The deposit fee at the People's Bank of San Francisco is 0.5%, while the remittance fee is 10%, and the time is one month.

Originally, Chinese people didn’t like to save money, mainly because they didn’t understand English.

Remittances to China were originally sent through the Chamber of Commerce, which had to be transferred several times and take two or three months, with handling fees as high as 15%.

Now that Chen Zhengwei's bank is open and the handling fees are much lower, many people have started to transfer money through the bank.

In just one week, the bank received more than 100,000 yuan in deposits and more than 200,000 yuan in remittances.

……

Chen Zhengwei's good mood lasted for a day, but the next morning he threw the newspaper onto the table. "Fuck, it's the Apple Times again!"

"That guy who fell on the street is still alive?"

Chen Zhengwei cursed, saying that the killer had been gone for more than half a month, and Apple Times was still publishing these fake news!
Slander! It's all fucking slander!

Lin Changning took the newspaper and saw the headline: "San Francisco gang shootout leaves dozens dead and injured."

Looking closely, the newspaper also stated that there was a conflict between Chinese gangs and Irish gangs in San Francisco. The two sides exchanged fire on the streets, and it was said that the bodies were loaded into several carriages.

"It seemed like it happened a few days ago?" Lin Changning remembered this incident. That night, Yan Qingyou led people to clear out the Irish gang.

The next day, Chen Zhengwei invited Yan Qingyou to have dinner together.

"Fake news! Fake news!" Chen Zhengwei repeated.

Lin Changning read the newspaper once, and then showed Chen Zhengwei another one: "Look at this one, you are in the newspaper!"

《The Chinese Mayor of San Francisco! 》

This is an article below the headline. Just now, Chen Zhengwei threw the newspaper away after seeing the headline.

The article mainly introduces the Chinese community in San Francisco, and especially points out Chen Zhengwei's identity.

In San Francisco, this Chinese man was called the uncrowned mayor, the underground mayor. He committed all kinds of evil in San Francisco through violence and threats, and even the mayor of San Francisco was helpless.

"Damn, I'm famous! But the title of Chinese mayor... I'm a genuine American, with a good family background!" Chen Zhengwei was not that angry after seeing the news.

"This is not a good thing. You will be targeted by the Ministry of Justice!" Lin Changning said worriedly.

"It doesn't matter. At worst we can just fight! Otherwise, why would I make so many preparations?" Chen Zhengwei said.

He was a little worried at first, but now some people have guns and submachine guns have also been developed.

Only after you have a fight will you have the right to speak.

"It's easy to dodge an open attack, but hard to guard against an arrow from the dark!" Lin Changning reminded. Chen Zhengwei now has the security company personnel on his farm, so he is not afraid of a fight.

But what is more worrying is assassination.

Chen Zhengwei has already encountered a lot of shootings, and if the Ministry of Justice targets him, the danger will be even greater.

"When a person dies, the birds fly up to the sky. He will live forever!" Chen Zhengwei smiled. What he feared least was assassination.

But there is one thing to note.

What if they use the beauty trap?
This is really hard to guard against!
But there is no need to worry in the short term. They will do this when they realize they can't do anything to themselves.

"Why hasn't that punk died yet?" Chen Zhengwei started cursing again. He now hated the New York Times.

If the New York Times wasn't too far away, he would have personally brought people to cause trouble.

"Where's Yan Qingyou? Ask him to bring people to burn down the New York Times office in San Francisco tonight! Send all their reporters to the hospital!"

That evening, Yan Qingyou took a horse-drawn carriage to the New York Times office in San Francisco.

A group of people broke down the door of the office, rushed in, poured tung oil in and then came out.

Yan Qingyou stood on the side of the road and lit a cigarette. After everyone else came out, he struck a match and threw it in.

boom!
The entire office was immediately engulfed in fire.

"These people really don't know what's good for them!" Yan Qingyou cursed, then turned around and returned to the carriage.

……

Meanwhile, Sharpshooter Vincent was looking out of a room, with a Winchester 1873 rifle in his hand.

In addition, there was a revolver on the table.

This is across from the New York Times headquarters, and he has been squatting here for ten days.

The owner of the New York Times is George Jones, a wealthy man. It is difficult for Vincent to track his whereabouts, so he has been waiting opposite the New York Times headquarters.

After a moment, Vincent withdrew his gaze, turned his head and saw several portraits on the wall, all of which he had found with great difficulty.

The next morning, Vincent looked out the window and saw a slightly fat old man getting off a carriage.

"The target appears..."

Vincent aimed the gun at the man's chest, but in an instant the man was blocked.

Vincent aimed for a while but didn't find a suitable opportunity. He put down his gun only after the old man disappeared through the gate of the New York Times headquarters.

He picked up the bread expressionlessly.

Killing someone is not as easy as just walking up with a gun and shooting them.

The most important thing is to wait patiently and then kill with one blow.

George Jones walked into the office, and soon someone knocked on the door: "Boss, there was a fire in the San Francisco office last night. The entire office was burned down! In addition, two reporters were injured and have been hospitalized."

"That Chinese man did it? Was he angry and humiliated?" George Jones raised his eyebrows.

In fact, he supports the Republican Party.

Another founder of the New York Times, Henry Jarvis Raymond, was also one of the founders of the Republican Party.

But this doesn't mean he likes Chen Zhengwei.

After all, the Republican Party is a party, not a monolithic entity.

"He can stop our newspaper from being published in San Francisco, but he can't stop our newspaper from being published in the United States!" George Jones said with some contempt.

"I guess his good days won't last long!"

They actually colluded with the FBI, arrested reporters from their newspaper, and are now suing their newspaper?
If he had kept a low profile in San Francisco, it wouldn't have mattered. But he was so high profile, and was involved in so many murders, I believe the Department of Justice would soon notice him.

"Tell the people in the San Francisco office to be careful. From now on, just send the news from there by telegram!"

While waiting for his subordinates to leave, George Jones smiled contemptuously and then put the matter aside.

Just a western bumpkin.

To him, he was just a nobody.

After staying in the office for half a day, George Jones left the newspaper headquarters.

The moment you walk out the door.

boom!
With a gunshot, a ball of blood burst out from George Jones' chest and he fell to the ground.

Then the bodyguard immediately panicked and stopped him.

After Vincent fired the second shot at the bodyguard, he realized he had no chance, so he threw the gun aside, put the revolver into his waist, put on his windbreaker and top hat, and left.

In just fifteen minutes, the door was kicked open.

New York police rushed in directly.

Seeing the photo on the wall, one of them said, "He's a professional killer. Go ask the residents around here!"

"Seal off the train station. Don't let him escape!"

　I started to feel pain at 8 o'clock last night, but I insisted on finishing that chapter before going to the hospital. I don't know what I was writing after that chapter.

　　I was on IV drip all night and then was hospitalized for a cholecystectomy.

　　My condition improved a little this morning, so I discussed with the doctor and decided to postpone the surgery until Tuesday morning.

　　I will save up some manuscripts over the next two days, so at least I can update one chapter a day during the surgery.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)