The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 312 I hate it most when someone targets me

I gave him 100,000 yuan just to get him to come forward and deal with those rich people.

When the negotiations fail, they would rather borrow funds from other banks at a high price, letting others make money rather than themselves.

Clearly, the Bank of California was targeting itself.

Originally, Chen Zhengwei had a good relationship with the Bank of California and was also a good friend of the late Mr. William Arlette, but he could not stand being targeted by the Bank of California.

"What's the current situation at the Bank of California?" Chen Zhengwei stood up and walked to the window. His club was not far from the bank, but because of the angle, he could only see a little bit of the people queuing.

"I heard that they have just borrowed millions of dollars from other banks. Daily withdrawals from the bank are not affected, but the withdrawal speed is slower. They are delaying time!" Rong Jiacai shrugged.

After all, the amount of money borrowed by the Bank of California is limited, and if the bank run continues like this, they will not be able to bear it.

So they decided to delay.

It would be best if we could delay it until the criminals in the train robbery were caught, and then the bank's problems would naturally be solved.

Chen Zhengwei rolled his eyes and said, "You want to delay time, right? Let Schultz arrange a group of people to wear uniform clothes tomorrow and drive away those people who are queuing up at the bank to withdraw money!"

"Don't say anything, just go there and beat them up!"

Rong Jiacai was stunned when he heard this, and then he felt that Chen Zhengwei's move was too cruel.

Those people who were beaten while waiting in line to withdraw money must have thought it was done by the Bank of California, and not by anyone else.

This further convinced those people that something was wrong with the Bank of California.

And after this incident, the reputation of the Bank of California was completely ruined.

It would take several years to recover.

"Oh, by the way, arrange for someone from the newspaper to film the scene. I want to see the headlines tomorrow."

After explaining the matter to others, Chen Zhengwei finally felt relieved.

Whether there is business or not, whether there is money or not are all minor issues.

He hates it most when someone targets him.

……

"The price that Chinese guy offered is outrageous. Does he really think we have no choice but to beg him?"

"Even without him, we can solve this problem ourselves!"

In the morning, in the bank's meeting room, several shareholders were sitting there chatting, and one of them sneered.

The Bank of California has a foundation that is not comparable to that of the San Francisco Savings and Loan Association.

With the arrangements made by various parties, although the bank run is still continuing, it will soon stabilize.

It won't be long before we get through this crisis.

Every one of them was sure of it.

While they were chatting, there were still large crowds of people queuing up in front of several Bank of California branches in San Francisco to withdraw money, and some even brought quilts with them.

Although the line was long, most people were able to remain patient.

After all, there has been no problem withdrawing money from the Bank of California these days.

In addition, the Bank of California has been repeatedly refuting the rumors, which has made many people feel relieved.

Just at this moment, a group of strong men in shirts and vests came over with sticks in their hands and started hitting anyone they saw.

Angry curses and cries suddenly filled the air.

Those who were queuing to withdraw money were caught off guard, had their heads broken and were bleeding, and kept retreating to the rear.

"Stop!" A man who was queuing and dressed neatly was hit twice with a stick. Unable to bear it any longer, he pulled out a pistol from his waist and fired a shot into the sky. Then he pointed the gun at the big men in front of him, his face full of anger.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? Get out of here now!"

The big men looked at the gun in his hand and then smiled disdainfully.

Then dozens of guns were pointed at the man.

Faced with dozens of gun muzzles, the man suddenly felt his legs go weak. He threw his gun to the ground and kept backing away.

"Hit me!" a big man said.

The others immediately raised their sticks and rushed in.

After more than ten minutes, these people left after beating the man.

Except for some people who were beaten and fell to the ground with blood on their heads in front of the bank, everyone else had already fled, leaving only scattered quilts, water cups, lunch boxes and even clothes and shoes.

There was a mess everywhere.

After all, those who can deposit money in banks are all respectable middle-class people. How can they resist these thugs who beat anyone they see?

The real common people don't have money to deposit in the bank.

As for the bank security guards, after seeing what happened just now, they didn't dare to come out at all.

"Tsk tsk, these people are so cruel!" Chen Zhengwei stood on the street with a cigar in his mouth, pointing at the scene.

"What did those people do wrong? They just wanted to withdraw their own money! Xiwen, do you think they did anything wrong?" Chen Zhengwei asked Li Xiwen.

"They are not wrong!" said Li Xiwen.

"Yeah, they are not wrong. It's the bank's fault! People who come to withdraw money get beaten. Tsk tsk... Who the hell dares to deposit money in the Bank of California in the future?" Chen Zhengwei clicked his tongue, his face full of sympathy for those people's experiences.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

Those people really went too far.

"Hang banners at the door of our bank so that you won't be beaten when you deposit or withdraw money from our bank! Our bank will protect the safety of every customer! We will not allow anyone to beat up customers who come to withdraw money." Chen Zhengwei ordered.

Soon, banners were hung outside the doors of several branches of the People's Bank of San Francisco.

"You won't be beaten when you deposit or withdraw money from our bank. People's Bank of San Francisco is committed to ensuring the safety of every customer."

...This wasn't happening in front of just one branch; it was happening in front of all the Bank of California branches in San Francisco all morning.

There were wounded people lying on the ground, people fleeing, and a mess everywhere.

The photographer in the distance had already captured all of this.

"It was the bank who did it. They didn't want us to withdraw our money, so they resorted to this method!" The faces of those who were beaten away were filled with anger.

"We have to fight them!"

"We want to get our money out!"

Soon, those people who were driven away came back again. A large number of people did not bother to queue up, but directly attacked the bank to vent their anger.

At this time, the bank's shareholders also received the news.

"Something happened. People who were withdrawing money at the bank were beaten!"

"Did he get beaten up in the bank?" The shareholder who heard the news asked first, and then didn't care.

“Just not in the bank!”

This is the West, fighting is normal.

But soon they stopped laughing.

"I don't know where a group of people came from. They beat up everyone they saw and drove away everyone who wanted to withdraw money. Those who ran slower were beaten to a bloody pulp..."

"Now the people outside think that we arranged those people..."

"What?" Upon hearing the news, several shareholders' faces changed drastically and they immediately stood up from the table.

"In the end what happened?"

After learning the whole story, several people's faces turned pale.

They all knew that something big had happened.

The Bank of California had just been robbed of a large sum of money, and there was a large-scale run on the bank. They had a hard time stabilizing the situation.

And then this happened again…the bank’s reputation was totally ruined.

Now it's not just a matter of bank runs. If the bank loses its reputation...it's all over!

"Who is it? Who are those people?" A shareholder covered his chest and shouted loudly with a dark face.

"It must be a Chinese!" Another shareholder immediately thought of Chen Zhengwei.

Only Chen Zhengwei has this motive.

It also has this ability.

"Is he going to destroy our bank?"

“He’s forcing us…”

An hour later, all shareholders in California gathered together again to discuss how to resolve the issue.

However, this time, a bucket of shit fell directly on his head.

They couldn't even explain it.

"Go talk to the Chinese!" said the bank's major shareholder with a gloomy face and gritted teeth.

"It's no use looking for him now... The reputation of our bank has been ruined..." The other shareholders' faces were equally grim. If possible, they would like to skin Chen Zhengwei and then hang him under a street lamp like he liked to do.

"We need to know what he wants... and he won't give up until he achieves his goal. We're afraid he will do something else!" said the major shareholder, gritting his teeth.

……

Noel got out of the carriage again, but did not enter the club. Instead, he helped another person get out of the carriage.

This man is Waters, a major shareholder of the Bank of California.

He was the largest shareholder in the Bank of California after William Arlett.

He used to be a gold miner, but the gold mines in San Francisco had long been mined out, and now only a few mines are still being excavated.

Then the two walked into the club.

"Is Mr. Chen here?"

A moment later, Noel and Waters met Chen Zhengwei.

"Noel, what's the matter with you coming to me at this time?"

"The person next to you looks a little unfamiliar!" Chen Zhengwei put his legs on the desk, cigar in his mouth, and looked at Waters with a playful expression.

Although he had never seen the other person, he knew who he was.

Good luck Waters.

He borrowed some money to travel to San Francisco, and then picked up a nugget of gold. He used it to make a fortune and bought a large piece of land to look for gold mines.

Finally, he found it.

"Mr. Chen, my name is Charlotte Waters!" Waters introduced herself while looking at this young man who was stirring up trouble in San Francisco.

"Ah, Mr. Good Luck, I've heard of you!" Chen Zhengwei smiled. "If you two have anything to say, please sit down and talk."

"Of course, if it was about what happened last time, you wouldn't have to say anything!"

"One hundred thousand dollars, and you want me to play the villain and offend people... You don't really think of me as a beggar?" Although Chen Zhengwei had a smile on his face, he was not polite at all and there was no smile in his eyes.

"I'm sorry about what happened last time! But considering the good cooperation between our two sides before, I hope Mr. Chen can forget this little offense." Waters said, not taking Chen Zhengwei's words to heart.

He felt that Chen Zhengwei was targeting the Bank of California because of other things, not because of the $100,000 offer.

Like, say, the San Francisco Savings and Loan Association?

Is Chen Zhengwei targeting the Bank of California?
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(End of this chapter)