The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 336 You are sitting in my seat

(Refer to the previous content, the last chapter was changed a little bit, the money given to those police chiefs was changed to 4000 per month.

In San Francisco, the average police officer gets $40 a week, and the police officer gets $160 to $200. Old Irving, who is in charge of patrol, only needs him to do nothing, and he gets $2000 a month. Michael does a lot of work, so he gets about $6000 a month.)
(Chicago is a big city, and Chen Zhengwei is new here, so he must pay more.)
"Frank, you're still so healthy!"

"Bobo, what do you think of Chicago?"

"Mr. Marcelo, nice to see you!" As a local boss, Clayton Jackson has met every gang leader who came to Chicago, and he has been greeting people since he arrived at the hotel.

For example, Frank from Central Chicago, Popovich from Philadelphia, and Marcelo from New Orleans.

Most of these people are Irish gangsters or Italian mafia, and some are Jews with dual ancestry.

"Mr. Kelly!" When Clayton Jackson arrived at the entrance of the venue, he saw Paul Kelly smoking a cigar and talking to someone.

Then he whispered in Paul Kelly's ear: "The Chinese is coming!"

"Where?" Paul Kelly turned his head and looked over.

"It's not clear yet. I received news that he should be in Chicago! I guess he will attend the meeting!" said Clayton Jackson.

"This is good news!" Paul Kelly said meaningfully.

Even if he didn't come, it wouldn't affect the meeting.

But as an important role in this conference, Paul Kelly still hopes to see him at the meeting.

In particular, he must know that his authority cannot be challenged so easily.

But just in case, he still asked his men to be on high alert.

Before long, all the gang leaders arrived.

Paul Kelly sat at the head of the conference room and picked up the wine glass in front of him: "Welcome everyone. Today's meeting is a brand new beginning for all of us. A new chapter will be opened!"

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"Isn't it beautiful enough?" Chen Zhengwei walked out of the hotel room wearing white pants, a pink suit, and a pair of gold sunglasses.

Walking out while talking and laughing.

"Brother Wei's clothes are always at the forefront of fashion!" Aaron took the initiative to lead people to follow behind Chen Zhengwei.

"When you meet them for the first time, you always have to pay attention to your image."

When they arrived at the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, the thugs who were waiting in the lobby stood up and followed Chen Zhengwei out.

The thugs' clothes were bulging, obviously they were carrying weapons.

Outside the hotel, horse-drawn carriages were lined up almost from the beginning to the end of the street.

"Mr. Chen!" A sheriff and several detectives were waiting beside a carriage.

"Durant, I need your cooperation tonight!" Chen Zhengwei smiled at the other person, who was one of the two sheriffs in charge of the detectives.

And the other sheriff... unfortunately, he just died two days ago.

"Our people are ready. As long as you give the signal, we will rush in!" Durant said.

Chen Zhengwei nodded and got on the carriage.

The men behind him also got on the carriages parked on the street, and after a while, the carriages formed a long queue and headed for the Palmer House Hotel.

Near the Palmer House Hotel, some men in gentlemen's suits stood in groups of three or five on the roadside, their eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

Soon, several carriages appeared at the street corner.

The men immediately looked over there, but didn't pay much attention to it. After all, this was the bustling area of Chicago. However, the carriages behind them kept coming one after another, and they couldn't see how many were behind.

This immediately made the men alert.

With the sound of a whistle, a large number of men began to gather towards the hotel entrance, and when the carriage was about to reach the hotel entrance, it was blocked.

"Brother Wei, there's a traffic jam ahead! There are about a hundred people there. It looks like they want to give us a warning?" After getting off the carriage and taking a few looks, Aaron turned his head and said.

"How far is it to the hotel?" Chen Zhengwei asked while smoking a cigar.

"50 meters!"

"Get off and drive them away!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand and continued to sit in the carriage waiting.

Aaron waved behind him, and the carriages that had stopped behind him opened their doors one after another. Young men in gentleman's suits and soft hats got out of the carriages and stood in a black mass on the street.

Seeing that there were a lot of Chinese faces among these people, Clayton Jackson's men immediately showed hostility.

"Are you those bugs? You want to get in? Then crawl over here!" A big man pointed at his crotch with a playful look on his face.

"You are not qualified to be a roadblock!" There was a ferocious smile on Aaron's face. He took out a gun from his waist and pointed it at the other party.

Hundreds of people behind him also pulled out their pistols.

There was a murderous atmosphere outside the hotel all of a sudden. Passers-by in the distance saw the two groups of people and walked away from them, not daring to get close at all.

Clayton Jackson's men also changed their expressions and pulled out their guns.

"You're the only ones with guns?"

"Do you have the guts to shoot?"

"Get out! Or die!" Aaron's steps did not stop at all, his eyes were full of ferocity, and his finger pressed down the hammer.

The same was true for the hundreds of people behind him.

The pupils of Clayton Jackson's men shrank. They felt as if they were facing an impending tsunami.

The sound of hundreds of footsteps, the approaching people, and the guns in their hands caused Clayton Jackson's men to become agitated and then slowly retreat.

Although it was embarrassing, they told themselves in their hearts: "They can't go to war with these Chinese now. There is still a meeting in the hotel."

Soon, Clayton Jackson's men were forced to retreat to the other side of the hotel.

Only then did Chen Zhengwei's carriage stop at the door of the hotel.

Dozens of thugs immediately stood in the front, forming a human wall to separate Chen Zhengwei from those people.

The carriage door opened, and a pair of clean leather shoes without a speck of dust came out of the carriage, followed by white pants and a pink top.

Chen Zhengwei didn't even look at the group of people and led them straight into the hotel.

Aaron pointed at the defiant Irishman and made a throat-slitting gesture.

At the same time, he said to the henchmen beside him: "If a fight breaks out, be the first one to kill him!"

Then he followed Chen Zhengwei into the hotel.

"I heard there's a meeting going on here? Can anyone show me the way?" Chen Zhengwei, smoking a cigar, looked at the gang members from all over the United States in the hall.

Those gang members were impressed by Chen Zhengwei's aura. Even a blind man could see that this Chinese man was much more imposing than those big guys in the conference room.

……

"You all should know that due to the recklessness of some people, the Ministry of Justice has cracked down on gangs, and each of us has been affected. My business transaction rate has dropped by 30%!" Paul Kelly said to everyone.

"I've also lost a lot of business recently!" Alan Gustin from Boston chimed in. "More than a dozen of my stores were raided by the police! Dozens of my men were arrested!" Eastman from the Eastman Gang in New York said, he had obvious Jewish features.

If there is one person who is most hostile to Chen Zhengwei here, besides Clayton Jackson and Paul Kelly, it is Eastman.

His territory is in New York's Lower East Side.

After the FBI branch on the Lower East Side was bombed, the police went crazy arresting people.

And he was the first to bear the brunt.

"A batch of goods I had was confiscated by the police while I was trading it!" someone else said immediately.

It can be said that everyone here has been affected by this wave of attacks.

"Yes, all of us here have suffered losses. The purpose of this meeting is to resolve this issue! And to prevent it from happening again in the future!" Paul Kelly followed.

Looking at the people present who were invited by him, he felt very happy.

Status is sometimes more attractive than wealth.

"I heard that this matter is related to the Chinese. Where is he? Doesn't he dare to show up here?" Bobo looked at the only empty chair with a ferocious look on his face like a criminal.

Paul Kelly was about to speak when he saw the door being pushed open. A dozen thugs backed in and stared outside closely.

These thugs even put their hands on their waists.

Paul Kelly frowned, and the others turned their heads to look over.

Then a tall young man with a reckless look strode in. His clothes, in particular, attracted everyone's attention.

In this era when most people wear low-key colors, the combination of white and pink gives people a great sense of impact and a kind of unbridled sharpness.

Chen Zhengwei took off his sunglasses and glanced at everyone.

"So many people, it looks like they're all here!"

Even though everyone had never seen Chen Zhengwei before, when they saw him they knew that this person was the Chinese boss.

"I didn't expect you to dare to come here!" Bobo slapped the table.

"Do I know you?" Chen Zhengwei glanced at him. "Rude, lacking manners, and looks like a street thug. Aren't all the people here like this?"

"What did you say? I haven't settled the previous score with you yet!" Bobo was immediately furious.

He came here today to cause trouble for Chen Zhengwei.

Now the other party was ridiculing him in front of so many people, which made him even more furious.

For him, losing face here makes him more angry than losing money.

"It seems that our last protagonist is here! China Chen, your seat is over there!" Paul Kelly pointed to the remaining empty seat.

"Are you the Kelly from New York?" Chen Zhengwei walked towards Paul Kelly.

"You're sitting in my seat!"

Paul Kelly was amused by Chen Zhengwei's arrogance: "All the famous gang leaders in the United States are here. If you want to sit here, you have to ask them if they agree or not!"

"No need!" Chen Zhengwei had a pistol in his hand, pointing it directly at Paul Kelly's head.

Paul Kelly looked at Chen Zhengwei coldly. You know, people from all the gangs in the United States are here now, and there are also people from various gangs outside.

He didn't believe that Chen Zhengwei dared to shoot here.

boom!
Chen Zhengwei didn't hesitate at all and shot Paul Kelly in the head.

Then he reached out and pushed Paul Kelly, who still had a look of astonishment in his eyes, off the chair.

Turning to look at the others: "He's sitting in my seat, where should I sit?"

"You!" The others were shocked and angry and stood up from their chairs.

"Chinese!"

"Sit down! Everyone, sit down!" Chen Zhengwei pointed the gun at them and motioned them to sit down.

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire nearby. Aaron and his men pulled out their guns and killed Paul Kelly's men. Then Aaron turned around and pointed the muzzle of his gun at the head of a gang leader, cursing, "My boss told you to sit down. Are you deaf?"

"You don't want to sit down, do you want to lie down?"

At this time, the gang members outside heard the gunshots but did not react at all.

Because each of them had a gun to their head.

"Chinese, have you ever thought about the consequences of your actions?" an obese gang leader said in a deep voice. His name is Sam Carlotta from Cincinnati.

"Consequences?" Chen Zhengwei sneered, tugged at his collar, and said to everyone, "Did you see what I'm wearing?"

"Look at what you are wearing?"

"Are we on the same level?"

"A bunch of street thugs, telling me the consequences?"

Frank from Central Chicago slammed the table and said coldly: "Where do you think you are? This is Chicago!"

Chen Zhengwei shook his finger: "You have to make one thing clear first, this is my Chicago, not yours!"

"Aren't you curious why your men didn't rush in?"

"Okay, enough nonsense! You can sit down!" Chen Zhengwei leaned back in his chair and looked at everyone.

Everyone felt angry and aggrieved, and at the same time a little chilled. This Chinese man was too unscrupulous and too brutal.

Even among the gangs, there is no one as vicious as him.

After all, gangs don’t fight people to death every day.

Everyone is after money. When something goes wrong, they talk first. If they can't reach an agreement, they fight. Even if they do fight, they won't be as cruel as Chen Zhengwei.

Seeing everyone sitting down, Chen Zhengwei nodded with satisfaction and continued to say:
"You will work for me from now on! Does anyone object?"

Everyone looked at Chen Zhengwei and no one wanted to speak.

"It seems you are not familiar with me!" Chen Zhengwei saw this and smiled and said, "Where is Clayton Jackson?"

Several people looked at Clayton Jackson.

Chen Zhengwei tilted his head, and Aaron shot Clayton Jackson in the back of the head.

As the gunshot sounded, Clayton Jackson fell headfirst onto the table. Blood flowed down the table, forming a trail of blood that fell to the ground.

Everyone was filled with anger, but at this moment, frightened by Chen Zhengwei's brutality, no one dared to speak.

"You have to understand that I am different from you. In my eyes, you are just some low-class hooligans." Chen Zhengwei took out another cigar, cut it open, and lit it. He felt the cardamom flavor in his mouth, and then spoke:
"How many people do you have under your command? How much money can you make in a month? How much influence do you have on a city? Can you manipulate elections?"

"There are tens of thousands of people working for me, and I make more money in a month than you all combined! In San Francisco, everything is about me!"

"We are not in the same league!"

(End of this chapter)