The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 341 If I Support You, It Will Be Different
For several days in a row, Chicago newspapers were filled with news about the bloody incident a few days ago.

Reports came one after another, each one more outrageous than the last.

However, some of the reports in it made many people believe it.

For example, the Bob brothers are hiding in Chicago, which makes many people eager to make a move.

After all, Brother Bob is dealing with 250 million U.S. dollars.

For a while, even the street thugs would take a few more glances at unfamiliar faces.

At the same time, other detectives from the Pinkerton Detective Agency also arrived in San Francisco.

A middle-aged man with a big beard and a tall hat came out of the train station, leaning on his hands and carrying a suitcase, and then went to the Pinkerton Detective Agency headquarters.

But this place has become a ruin, with bullet holes everywhere on the walls.

The bearded man stood in front of the bullet holes, frowning and wondering how many people were firing. It looked like an army was attacking the Pinkerton Detective Agency's headquarters.

But anyone with a sound mind knows that is impossible.

He did not rush to the current location of the Pinkerton Detective Agency, but instead stayed in a nearby hotel.

However, he had just rested in the hotel for half an hour when someone knocked on his door.

The bearded man took out a gun from his waist, walked to the door and asked, "Who is it?"

"Chicago Bureau of Investigation!"

"What's the matter?" The bearded man chained the door and opened it a crack.

"Detective David? There's a gentleman who wants to see you!" Outside the door were two men in uniform with brass buttons.

"I just arrived in Chicago and I'm very tired!" David said with a frown, while wondering who the other person was talking about.

"Whatever you want to do, Mr. David, you need to go see him!" said the copper button outside the door. "It will be better for you!"

David's brows furrowed even deeper, his mind raced, and then he nodded: "Okay, I'll go with you!"

He wanted to see who it was.

Maybe we can find out the truth about the bloody incident here at headquarters.

Half an hour later, David was taken to a hotel. He saw that the hotel lobby was full of young men in gentlemen's suits, including Chinese, Germans, and Western Slavs. There were soft hats on the table.

Some people were playing cards, some were drinking coffee and smoking.

These people all have a fierce and capable temperament, especially the look in their eyes when they look at people, which is faintly murderous.

In the corner, a tall young man in a white gentleman's suit was talking to someone.

When David saw these people, his heart began to beat violently.

He knew who these people were!
At a table, a few Western Slavs stood up and walked over, looking him up and down, and then whispered to the two brass buttons, "Follow me!"

Then he walked towards a sofa, where a bearded Ansa man was sitting.

"Green!" David said in a deep voice.

A traitor to the Pinkerton Detective Agency! He had seen his portrait.

"Good afternoon, sir! Let's sit down and chat!" Green smiled at him, holding a coffee cup in one hand.

"I don't think there's anything for you and I to talk about!"

"No, you do! If you still want to live!" said Green.

"You did it!" David stared at Green and felt cold all over.

The Chicago Bureau of Investigation actually listens to these people's orders!

David turned his head and looked at the Chinese young man in white gentleman's suit in the distance, China Chen!

The Chinese boss in San Francisco!

Even though he had never seen Chen Zhengwei, he had heard of him.

Chen Zhengwei, who was talking to someone, seemed to notice something, glanced over here, then turned his head and continued talking to someone without caring.

“I have always felt that when business reaches a certain level, what is needed is not to squeeze out more profits, but to give back to society!”

"After all, we are all the same. Those workers are not beasts of burden, nor are they parts of machines. They are real people. Everyone is creating value for this society, so they should get more."

Chen Zhengwei had a smile on his face, as well as a rare sincerity.

Opposite him were two men in dark suits. One of them was in his forties with a moustache. He was the Labour Party candidate, August Spiess, and also the editor of a labour newspaper.

Next to him was a man in his thirties with a big blond beard, Spies's deputy.

In this era, beards, like hats, are an extremely important part of personal appearance.

"It's hard to imagine that such words come from the mouth of a rich man. Mr. Chen's vision and broad mind are admirable! Those capitalists treat people as tools and parts. If they are no longer useful, they will just replace them! They never think that those workers are living people just like them!" August Spies applauded.

"So I always feel that I am an entrepreneur, not a capitalist! Capital pursues profits, while entrepreneurs like me pursue the progress of the entire society!" Chen Zhengwei's smile was gentle.

"Great remarks!" August Spies nodded again.

He knew that this Chinese man had just arrived in Chicago and was a wealthy man.

In addition, he has some other identities... Just look at those fierce young men around him.

Therefore, when he was invited, he was thinking about the other party's purpose all the way.

But I didn't expect the other party to say such words.

This took him by surprise.

"Have you read Marx? I really like some of his views!" said Chen Zhengwei.

"Of course!" August Spies was even more surprised.

Well, Chen Zhengwei had actually almost forgotten what he had learned about Marxism.

If he remembered anything, it was hanging the capitalists under the streetlights.

In terms of practice, he selectively absorbed and conscientiously implemented Marx's ideas.

"From what I understand, Mr. Spieth is going to run for mayor of Chicago."

"After I become mayor, I can push for laws to change the current situation of workers and fight for more rights for the working class! The Republicans and Democrats have greater influence, but I am not without a chance. As long as the working class in Chicago can support me, I can be elected!"

August Spies said with confidence.

Although he knew in his heart that he had almost no chance, he certainly didn't show it.

If he himself does not have confidence, how can he make others believe in him? And he also wants to get some campaign funds from Chen Zhengwei.

He hadn't thought about it when he came here, but after chatting with Chen Zhengwei for a while, he felt that this was an opportunity.

"No, you have no chance!" Chen Zhengwei shook his finger. "You know it well! You have no funds, no experience, and no influence... These are actually small matters."

"There are also those tricks that are hard to guard against by the Republicans and Democrats. You may be ruined or disappear before the voting day... This kind of thing has happened before."

Chen Zhengwei paused for a moment before continuing, "But if I support you, it will be different!"

August Spies looked at Chen Zhengwei and asked, "Mr. Chen is very confident?"

"Of course, I'm different from you!" Chen Zhengwei adjusted his sitting posture to make himself more comfortable.

"I can provide you with campaign funds, and I can even help you find a more mature campaign team... With sufficient funds and a mature team, you can let Chicagoans hear your voice. I can even have your portraits and ideas posted on every street in Chicago..."

"And you don't need to worry about those unpredictable means anymore!" "So what do you want?" August Spies asked.

"Policies! And some local regulations!" Chen Zhengwei said with a casual smile.

What he needs most is policies and laws that are beneficial to him.

This is the only thing he cares about.

"For example, my business in Chicago is not subject to any restrictions! For example... the types of gambling restricted by law!" Chen Zhengwei said casually.

During this period, gambling was restricted in most cities in the United States. Although he could open a casino, he hoped that his business would be legal and compliant.

After all, he always likes to abide by the law.

The most important thing is that the mayor is his own man, which makes it easier for him to do things in the future and his business will have a green light all the way.

It can even intervene in urban planning.

"I helped you, and you have to help me. This is a universal rule everywhere in the world!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"How much campaign funding are you willing to provide?" August Spies took a deep breath.

"One hundred thousand dollars!" Chen Zhengwei threw out a number lightly.

August and his assistant looked at each other. This was an unexpectedly large number.

The campaign funds for mayoral elections are usually tens of thousands of dollars, but he has only raised more than 10,000 dollars so far.

One hundred thousand dollars is more than enough.

"I promise you, Mr. Chen! Thank you for your support for the Labour Party and me!" August agreed without much thought.

This funding came at the right time.

Moreover, the Chinese man in front of him seemed to have a good relationship with the Investigation Bureau, which could save him a lot of trouble.

"Looks like we can open the champagne!" Chen Zhengwei laughed. The Labor Party is just a small party with limited influence, so it's easy to deal with.

If the Republican Party could change its candidate now, he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble.

Chen Zhengwei waved his hand and asked his men to bring a bottle of champagne and a few glasses and pour them for the few people.

"I can support some of your Labour Party's activities! If you are in trouble, you can come to me for help."

"Thank you so much!" August said gratefully, and his assistant also looked grateful.

It was the first time for them to meet a wealthy person who supported them so much and provided such great help.

August's assistant felt that Chen Zhengwei was really a good person with a conscience.

Chen Zhengwei asked someone to take out 50,000 US dollars, and as the campaign reaches a certain level, he will provide another 50,000 US dollars.

When August and his companion left, they were carrying an astronomical amount of money. August held the bag of money under his armpit for fear of losing it.

After the two left, Chen Zhengwei waved to Green.

A moment later, Green came over with David.

"This is Mr. David, a senior detective from the Pinkerton Detective Agency. He has been in Wyoming! He still has some doubts!" Green shrugged.

"Doubts?" Chen Zhengwei looked at David and snapped his fingers.

The henchman beside him put the gun directly to David's temple.

"3, 2, 1..." Chen Zhengwei casually handed the napkin to the henchman: "Cover your head, don't let the blood splash over!"

"I promise you!" David said with difficulty.

"You see, there is no doubt anymore!" Chen Zhengwei smiled.

Motioning David to sit opposite him, Chen Zhengwei took out a cigar, lit it, took a puff and said, "If you help me, you can make more money and have a higher social status. You and your family can have a better life!"

"That's an easy choice, isn't it?"

Facing the strong pressure emanating from Chen Zhengwei, David lowered his head slightly: "I agree to help you!"

"Very good!" Chen Zhengwei nodded, indicating that he could go aside.

This is just a small person to him and not worth his attention.

After all the top executives of the Pinkerton Detective Agency died, their connection with the top American executives was also cut off.

The remaining people can no longer cause any trouble.

Leaving Green behind, Chen Zhengwei ordered, "Find out the whereabouts of Joseph Medel!"

"That punk wanted to scare me...did he think I was bluffed?"

Chen Zhengwei sneered. After dealing with the Labor Party, he could go and get rid of that loser.

He was staying in the hotel honestly without provoking anyone, but someone threatened him by name! If he didn't get rid of that idiot, how would the people of Chicago see him? How would the people of San Francisco see him?

And you fucking thought he was a soft persimmon!
After handing the matter over, Chen Zhengwei put it aside.

In the evening he also had dinner with several gang leaders who came to Chicago.

Later, carriages stopped in front of the hotel, and groups of people who looked difficult to deal with walked into the hotel one after another.

However, after these people entered the hotel, they were very honest. They asked their men to wait aside, and several bosses came to Chen Zhengwei's table.

"Mr. Chen!"

"Everyone, sit down and chat!" Chen Zhengwei motioned for everyone to sit down.

Marcelo from New Orleans, Eastman from New York, Abe Bernstein from Detroit, and Alessandro from Cincinnati are all gangs with relatively large influence and a wide range of business types among the gangs that came this time.

At least he looks like a smart guy.

Among them, Eastman and Abe Bernstein were both Jewish.

Marcelo is Irish and Alessandro is Italian.

Everyone chatted casually for a while, mainly talking about the situation of gangs in various places and the recent impacts they have suffered.

Chen Zhengwei smoked a cigar and said, "Do you know where you are lacking?"

"Influence on a city! You have no influence on the city, and you have no foundation in this city! If someone wants to attack you, they will have no scruples!"

"Those side businesses are profitable, but they are not important. Why? You can't make a big business out of those side businesses!"

“Those serious businesses are the most valuable!”

“Do you know what the value of those businesses is?”

"It's the workers! They have the voice, the influence, and the votes!"

"If anyone dares to touch you, those workers will lose their jobs! If 10,000 people lose their jobs, that will affect 10,000 families, tens of thousands of people!"

"If you provide 20,000 jobs, you can provide 20,000 votes, and 20,000 families will be affected because of you! Even the mayor should be polite to you!"

"Even if someone wants to touch you, there are countless people who oppose it!"

Chen Zhengwei shared his business experience. After all, in his opinion, these gangs are still too primitive.

If you want to develop quickly, you also need modern gang concepts!
Several people nodded while digesting Chen Zhengwei's words. Chen Zhengwei's words opened the door to a new world for them and made them understand a lot of things!

As they looked at Chen Zhengwei who was smoking a cigar and talking freely, their emotions towards him became more and more complicated.

(End of this chapter)