The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 338 Chinese in Chicago
"Call the best girls in Chicago! Don't get those with bad smells! Nine out of ten of those foreign girls smell bad. One time, I almost passed out from the stench! That smell almost blew the top of my head off!" Chen Zhengwei gave the order after returning to the hotel. He was in high spirits now, but he was still scared when he thought of a previous experience.

He has never suffered such a big loss in his life!
The psychological trauma it brought to him was more terrifying than being ambushed by hundreds of people.

Back in the room, Chen Zhengwei sat in front of the hotel window, looking out at the Chicago streets below the hotel, while smoking a cigar and continuing to think about the disciplinary committee.

The Disciplinary Committee was something he suddenly thought of when he was thinking about how to use these gangs.

As long as we control the Disciplinary Committee, we can control the gangs in most parts of the United States.

And your own business can also expand accordingly, covering most cities in a very short time.

At that time, as long as I want, I can cause chaos in all the cities in the United States.

Even if the US government wants to take action against them, not to mention the weapons they have, these gangs alone will be enough to break their teeth.

The committee adopts a seat system. The twelve first-class seats are the backbone of the committee. They need to safeguard the interests of the committee and will also share the benefits from it.

However, he was not among the twelve first-class seats, but the boss of the committee!

As for members of the second and third class seats, they have to hand over a portion of their profits every month and also complete some tasks assigned by the committee.

To obtain the recognition and protection of the committee.

Of course, they can also draw on the committee's network across the United States.

Chen Zhengwei thought about it and realized that after the establishment of this committee, there would be a new group of people who wanted him dead.

Especially those twelve first-class seats.

No one doesn't want to be the boss!

Even if it were me, with someone above me who controlled a lot of resources and profits, the first thing I would do when I opened my eyes every day would be to think about how to get rid of him.

Therefore, he had to set up an executive department to monitor all aspects of the committee's affairs and implement the will of the disciplinary committee - that is, his own will.

After the committee has established a firm foothold, it can also absorb gangs from other countries.

It took Chen Zhengwei an hour to perfect his previous idea before he stood up, stretched, and opened the door.

"Brother Wei, it's already been arranged! But if you don't have any taste, we've called all the girls from famous hotels in Chicago, but there aren't many!"

"Bring it here and let me see!" Chen Zhengwei returned to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs.

After a while, more than a dozen girls with charming figures, fair skin and delicate looks were brought over.

"Just a few of you?" Chen Zhengwei looked around and waved his hand: "All of you stay!"

"Brother Wei, with so many things, will you be able to get up tomorrow?" A Long said with a sly smile.

"Damn it, I'll beat them all!" Chen Zhengwei kicked Aaron directly.

After driving Aaron away, the dozen or so girls surrounded him.

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At noon the next day, Chen Zhengwei climbed out of bed, holding his waist.

"Fuck!" Chen Zhengwei was still cursing when he went to the bathroom.

More than a dozen juicers!
Tyson could be squeezed into a mummy.

I almost couldn't get up.

Looking down at the urine on the floor, Chen Zhengwei washed his hands, took out Liuwei Dihuang Pills, poured a bottle cap and swallowed them.

I went back to the sofa and smoked a cigarette, and finally felt alive.

He threw a stack of money on the coffee table, then kicked each girl on the bed and told them to leave.

I changed my clothes and went downstairs to eat.

Chen Zhengwei began to frown when he saw the stewed meat on the table. He had made a mistake.

I came to Chicago without a cook.

Moreover, he brought so many subordinates with him, but not one of them was good at cooking.

While eating with a frown on his face, he asked:
"Along, didn't you say last time that you had a henchman who knew some Chinese people here?"

"Yeah! Brother Wei is interested in them?"

"Go ask if there is anyone who can cook well! Damn, I eat this every day!" Chen Zhengwei looked unhappy. American food is not delicious after more than a hundred years, and it is even worse now.

Especially since he has been eating it for ten days.

"Brother Wei, the people here can only cook some home-cooked dishes, and they are definitely not as good as the chefs at Dingshilou!" Aaron gave a warning first.

"Home cooking is better than this!"

After finishing the most important thing, Chen Zhengwei said to the person beside him:
"Great Poland, notify those police chiefs later and ask them to bring their men here to collect their wages. Let them know who pays them!"

"Got it, boss!" Dapolon nodded.

"Green, how's things going at Pinkerton Detective Agency?"

"There is a minister in charge of logistics who is still alive. I sent people to look for him at his home, but they came back empty-handed. I don't know where he went!"

"Running so fast? Don't these detectives have any sense of loyalty? As long as we get any information about him, we'll kill him!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

Not only are the gang members disloyal, but these detectives are also disloyal!
After dinner, someone came to visit.

One is the owner of the hotel he is staying in now, and the other one is Gordon, whom Chen Zhengwei has met before and went to the scene with him that day.

"Mr. Chen, I was in New York before. When I learned that Mr. Chen was checking in, I hurried back after finishing my business!" The hotel owner was a bald white man. When he saw Chen Zhengwei, he looked respectful and attentive. It was obvious that he had learned some news in the past few days.

Seeing that Gordon came here with him, Chen Zhengwei guessed that he and Gordon had a good relationship.

"Mr. Chen!" Gordon, the tough guy from Chicago, was also very honest at this time.

"It seems that you two have a good relationship? Please sit down and talk!" Chen Zhengwei smiled.

"To be honest, his mother is my sister!" said the bald owner of the hotel with a smile.

Chen Zhengwei suddenly realized.

"Mr. Chen, you have just arrived in Chicago and are not familiar with the situation here. I thought maybe I could be of some help!" Gordon said after sitting down.

He thought about it at home for two days, while also observing the response of the investigation bureau.

Then I decided to visit Chen Zhengwei.

This is an opportunity.

Although 90% of the reason why he made his fortune in Chicago after leaving the army was that he had a rich uncle, he also had a good vision and was able to seize opportunities.

"Come to think of it, there is one thing you can help with!" Chen Zhengwei smiled.

Although Congressman Bryan helped me to navigate the circle in Chicago, he didn't come to see me in the past few days. It was obvious that he was scared and didn't dare to get too involved.

However, in this world, as long as you have the strength, countless people will come to you on their own initiative.

"Mr. Chen, please speak!" Gordon said with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Obviously I seized the opportunity!
"I want to buy the Tremont Hotel! Can Mr. Gordon help me contact him?" Chen Zhengwei crossed his legs and said slowly.

Gordon looked thoughtful. "I heard that Mr. Isaac G. Jones has been missing for several days. I'm afraid no one can make the decision!"

"In this case, maybe someone will make the decision soon!" Chen Zhengwei thought for a moment and said.

This is a problem. Isaac Jones' body is still in the lake. He is just missing, not dead.

The police have to fish out his body.

When Gordon heard what Chen Zhengwei said, he suddenly thought of something and sweat ran down his back.

"By the way, what do you think of the election in Chicago? Besides the Republicans and Democrats, who are the other candidates?" Chen Zhengwei asked casually.

He liked Gordon, a man with vision and understanding, and so he thought of a less understanding man: Joseph Medel, the Republican candidate in Chicago.

"The most likely candidates are the Republican and Democratic candidates. Other small parties have little influence and do not have enough supporters. The Greenback Party, the Labor Party and the Reform Party have greater influence. However, except for the Greenback Party, the Labor Party and the Reform Party are not very popular!"

The Greenback Party advocated increasing the supply of paper money to support economic growth and opposed the gold standard.

Therefore, many factory owners will still support them.

The same cannot be said of the Labour Party and the Reform Party.

The Labor Party is very concerned about workers' rights and interests, and advocates improving workers' working conditions and increasing their wage income. In an industrialized city like Chicago, many factory owners regard them as a thorn in their side.

Even the Pinkerton Detective Agency sent people in undercover and arrested a group of people.

The Reform Party's advocacy of opposing corruption and promoting municipal reform is also not very popular.

Chen Zhengwei listened and pondered.

Gordon chatted with Chen Zhengwei for a while, and his attitude was always respectful. After more than half an hour, the two said goodbye and left.

"I kind of like him!" Chen Zhengwei smiled at Gordon's back and then instructed those around him:

"Let someone find out the details of the Labour Party!"

……

"Why do you keep asking me to come back? I don't want to get involved at all. That guy just now was too dangerous!" After returning to the office, the bald boss of the hotel complained after closing the door.

If it weren't for Gordon, he wouldn't have wanted to come back at all.

"It's a danger but also an opportunity! Do you know who is most likely to survive on the battlefield? Those who are not afraid of death and dare to charge forward!"

Gordon sat down in the chair and felt his back getting wet.

"But I have to tell you, this is America. And his skin color is different from ours, he is a yellow man! No one will watch him become big!" said the bald owner of the hotel in a deep voice.

Gordon didn't say anything. After resting for a while, he walked to the window to smoke, and then looked down at some agents entering the hotel, and his heart skipped a beat.

After thinking for a while, he walked to the stairs to take a look, and then he was stunned for a moment.

He turned around and went back to pull his uncle over.

In the hotel lobby, Chen Zhengwei took two US dollars from the henchman and put them in the hand of the agent in front of him.

"From today on, you can get this much from me every week!"

"I am a fair person. I help you, and you have to help me too!"

When Chen Zhengwei said this, the sheriff was not far away, and seemed to have seen and heard nothing.

"I understand, sir!" The agent who took the money glanced at the sheriff not far away and nodded.

"You should say thank you, sir!" Chen Zhengwei smiled and said, "After all, I was the one who gave you the money!"

"Thank you, sir!" The agent then left, and the agent behind him came over and took the money from Chen Zhengwei.

……

"That's why I'm optimistic about him!" Gordon whispered to his uncle.

A few days ago, two hundred people died in the Chicago Bureau of Investigation.

However, now, people from the Chicago Investigation Bureau are receiving money from Chen Zhengwei.

This is enough to explain the problem.

"Chicago's upper class circle is only this small. If you do business in Chicago in the future, you will have to come into contact with him whether you like it or not."

"The further you are away from him, the more dangerous it will be!"

Gordon looked at everything below and became more determined in his thoughts.

……

Several young men took a horse-drawn carriage and followed the address to a somewhat dirty and dilapidated area in South Chicago.

There were dilapidated houses and dirty children everywhere.

Every city has its bright side and its dark side.

Compared to the bustling downtown Chicago, this place is a completely different world.

It took a while for the few people to find a laundry at the entrance of the alley.

Several honest Chinese people were busy in the laundry shop. Some were folding clothes one by one in front of the counter, while others were carrying large basins of clothes in and out.

Several foreign men in rough suits walked into the laundry and tapped the counter: "It's time for you to pay!"

"Didn't we just pay it a few days ago?" the man behind the counter asked in astonishment.

"You didn't give me your money! Only the money you gave to me counts!" said the foreigner fiercely.

"We paid the money. We paid it to Johnny. We always paid it to him..."

"That was in the past. From now on, all the money here must be given to me!" said the foreigner with his eyes wide open.

A big incident happened last night. The boss of the South District, Clayton Jackson, died and all his men were arrested.

As a result, the South District became a blank area and chaos ensued in just one day.

Some thugs who were originally not very powerful began to take the opportunity to extort money and try to develop their own power.

There are also some small gangs that want to expand their territory.

After a while, the foreigners received a protection fee and left in a swagger. When passing by a carriage, several people looked at the carriage that obviously shouldn't be here and spat in the direction of the carriage.

Damn rich people!
Then the next second, a gun muzzle appeared in the carriage.

The faces of the several big men who had just revealed joking smiles suddenly froze.

"It's just a joke!" one of them stammered.

Then he saw the Chinese face in the carriage, his eyebrows immediately raised and his eyes became fierce.

They know Chinese people, and they know that Chinese people are all cowards who live like women.

Men of other ethnic groups don't do laundry at all, only Chinese people do it.

Therefore, they have always looked down on the Chinese. When they saw the Chinese in the carriage pointing guns at them, they felt an inexplicable anger.

"you……"

boom!
There was a bloody hole on the leader’s head.

The door of the carriage opened, and several well-dressed Chinese youths in gentleman's suits and soft hats got out of the carriage.

"You've dirty my carriage!" said a Chinese youth, looking at the corpse on the ground.

"But you killed him..." another foreigner said angrily, and he and others spat. Are these Chinese crazy?
boom!
Another gunshot.

There was also a bullet hole on the head of the foreigner who spoke.

"Sorry, it's our fault!" The remaining two foreigners quickly raised their hands.

"Is it not your fault, but my fault?" the young man said jokingly, and then pulled the trigger at the two men.

They were originally watching coldly in the carriage. Every place has its own rules of survival.

Especially in places like this, which are at the lowest level of society.

They saw it a lot in San Francisco, so they didn't care at all.

Then someone spat on their carriage.

　I'm not in good shape, a little stuck. I'll write one chapter today!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)