The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 432 The more you know, the faster you will die
East Hartford is a small city with less than 10,000 people.

A young man in cheap handmade gentleman's suit walked out of the telegraph office, looked left and right, then walked into the coffee shop opposite and came to a table in the corner.

"Sir, your telegram!"

A man with distinctly Germanic features took the telegram, glanced at it, and then put five dollars on the table.

In this city, even the hotels did not provide telegraph services, so Green could only bribe the people in the telegraph office to help him keep an eye on the telegrams 24 hours a day and then have people wait here.

"Glad to serve you, sir!" The young man quickly took out five dollars with a smile on his face.

A moment later, the German man returned to a two-story house with the telegram, opened one of the doors, and walked in while saying:

"Boss, there's a telegram!"

When he walked into the room, he could see several people sitting at a table playing cards, while Green was reading a newspaper on the side.

Green took the telegram, glanced at it, and looked up at the others: "Okay! It's our turn to act!"

"Boss, wait a minute, right away!" A man who was playing cards in the room looked up and said.

"The boss has asked us to do something. The game is over!" Another person simply stuffed the cards into the deck.

"Yes, business is important!" Another person also threw in the cards.

"Damn it! You bastards!" The man who spoke at the beginning was suddenly furious. He had lost money for the whole day and was hoping to make it back this time.

The others were all laughing.

Green stood up and walked to a man, pressed his shoulder and said:
"Take your men and kill their family members!"

"Others, go burn down the Pratt Company's factory... But be careful not to burn everything down. Also, the things in the warehouse are what the boss wants!"

"Go notify the people in other rooms!"

Soon, Green's men began to move.

A dozen people sat on chairs or sofas, checking their weapons.

At night, there was a knock on the door of a house with a beautiful garden by the river.

"Who are you? Who are you looking for?" After hearing the voice, the maid walked to the door and asked.

"Looking for Mr. Pratt!" A strange man's voice came from outside the door.

"Sorry, Mr. Pratt is not at home. You can leave your contact information..."

"No need for contact information! He won't receive it!" The man outside the door smiled and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang!
Accompanied by several gunshots, the last shot hit the door lock, and then the door was kicked open.

I saw a maid lying on the ground, an expression of shock and fear still lingering on her face.

"I'm sorry, but if someone does something wrong, they need to be responsible!" The man made the sign of a cross on his chest and walked into the room with his people.

A few moments later, several more gunshots were heard in the house.

At the same time, a fire broke out at the Pratt & Whitney factory, lighting up half of the town.

……

The next morning, news spread that Pratt and Whitney had been killed and the factory had burned.

Some well-informed people have heard some things.

Pratt and Whitney had previously frozen Chen Zhengwei's orders, and now that Chen Zhengwei has finished the fight, he obviously won't give up on revenge.

And he was so ruthless when he first attacked.

This makes many people feel uneasy.

This Chinese man is too brutal. If you don't offend him, it's fine. But if you do offend him... you might be shot to death one day.

In particular, he has almost no bottom line. He not only targets people who have had grudges against him, but also their families.

Unfortunately, even the US Army was defeated by him several times, and Washington had to sign the humiliating treaty with him.

This makes people even more afraid of him.

The Remington family estate in Ilion, New York.

"That's why I said yes!" Samuel Remington began.

"His revenge will bring ruin to our entire family! Compared to our family, even some losses are acceptable!"

Philo Remington read the newspaper for a while, put it on the table, and took off his glasses.

"Your decision is right! I'm sorry...you know what I'm talking about." Philo Remington said.

There were only two of them at this meeting.

Just a few days ago, another person in power in the Remington family, Eliphalet Remington II, who was only 55 years old and always in good health, died suddenly of illness.

Philo Remington and Samuel Remington also reached a consensus smoothly.

Especially after learning that Pratt and Whitney were killed, Samuel felt a chill down his spine.

If I hadn’t handled it properly and found the other party in time… I’m afraid the situation of the Remington family wouldn’t be much better.

After Samuel left, Philo Remington looked at the newspaper on the table in silence.

He was still a little unwilling.

After Chen Zhengwei acquired the shares, it was clear that the other party would have the final say.

It's not a good feeling to have nothing under your control.

There are tens of millions of people in the United States, but they actually let a Chinese person trample on everything so recklessly in the United States...

……

"Millionaire murdered in luxury hotel, throat slit!"

"According to the reporter's investigation, the two wealthy men are named Francis Pratt and Amos Whitney. They are the founders of Pratt & Whitney."

"And last night, members of the Pratt and Whitney families were also killed in their homes, and a fire broke out at the Pratt-Whitney Company in East Hartford..."

"According to insiders, Pratt and Whitney were killed in retaliation by others."

"A few months ago, Pratt & Whitney froze an order in San Francisco, and they came to New York to resolve this conflict..."

Chen Zhengwei took the newspaper in his hand and said as he read it: "This insider knows a lot of things!"

"He certainly hasn't heard a word."

"Brother Wei, what are you talking about?" Aaron asked from the side.

"The more you know, the faster you die! Have you ever heard of this?" Chen Zhengwei looked up at the men around him.

"Of course I've heard of it!" Aaron said immediately.

"That's right, you've heard it! So teach them!" Chen Zhengwei retracted his gaze.

"Find this reporter, and that insider. And kill them!"

"Remember to tell them what I said. I seldom teach people, but this time I'll teach them a lesson!" "Brother Wei, even if you teach them, they won't be able to use it!" Aaron said with a smile.

"They can be used again in the next life!" Chen Zhengwei's eyes continued to scan downwards.

The next news was that immigrants in New Orleans were protesting in the streets, demanding equal treatment with the Chinese.

"They are dreaming!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

Status is gained through fighting, not through marching and protesting.

Although Chen Zhengwei signed an agreement with the US government, the turmoil in major American cities is not over.

After all, the Chinese were treated better than normal citizens. How could they accept this? Even the immigrants who had supported Chen Zhengwei before could no longer sit still.

There are various parades one after another, almost every day.

Even New York has it.

However, no one took these people's march seriously.

After all, it’s not like they were marching with guns.

Moreover, the U.S. government’s top priority was to stabilize the Indian War and suppress the southern states.

While Chen Zhengwei was reading the newspaper, Lin Changning came down from upstairs after changing his clothes. The two of them had to attend a banquet in the evening.

There are so many banquets in New York, almost every day.

In the evening, the two arrived at a manor. As soon as they got off the carriage, Andrew Carnegie came to greet them: "Good evening, Mr. Chen! Welcome!"

"You are the most popular person in New York these days! Every party is proud to invite you!"

"After all, not every banquet is qualified to invite me!" Chen Zhengwei smiled and stretched out his hand to shake hands with the other party.

"Good evening, Mrs. Chen! Do you know... there is a new fashion trend in the upper class..."

"This kind of dress, which you call cheongsam, is very tasteful! Many ladies like it!" Andrew Carnegie said with a bit of flattery, but what he said was also true.

Recently, because Lin Changning always wears cheongsam to attend banquets with Chen Zhengwei, a cheongsam fashion trend has begun to sweep New York's upper class society.

Several tailor shops in New York have orders scheduled for three months into the future.

Lin Changning had a faint smile on her face. In fact, she had seen two ladies wearing this kind of clothes at another dinner party last night.

The first time she wore this dress to a party at Michael's house at Chen Zhengwei's request, a woman said that the dress made her look like a prostitute.

But now... a trend has emerged among New York's upper class.

This change made her feel somewhat emotional.

"The one with the bigger fist is the boss!" Chen Zhengwei smiled and tilted his head to say in Lin Changning's ear.

"As long as your fist is big enough, even if you say that the one in the sky is the sun, they will say yes, yes, yes!" Chen Zhengwei glanced at the crescent moon in the sky.

"This is called calling a horse a deer!" Lin Changning smiled.

As soon as we entered the banquet hall, everyone's eyes turned towards us.

In fact, most of the people at the banquet were acquaintances, and they all smiled and nodded in greeting when they saw Chen Zhengwei.

"Good evening, Mr. Chen, Mrs. Chen!"

In fact, before Chen Zhengwei came, some of them were still discussing Pratt and Whitney. After all, a company with a market value of several million dollars is considered to be very famous.

Chen Zhengwei's actions were so brutal and chilling that many people felt a sense of grief for the loss of another.

However, after seeing Chen Zhengwei coming, they immediately changed the subject and no one brought it up again.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Chen Zhengwei saw at a glance that JP Morgan was sitting on the sofa and talking to someone. When he saw him come in, he stood up and walked over with a glass of wine.

"Good evening, Mr. Chen!"

"Good evening, Mr. Morgan!" Chen Zhengwei laughed and patted JP Morgan on the back, almost putting his arm around his shoulder.

This made many people look at him strangely, as many people knew that he had a bad relationship with JP Morgan.

Two days ago, he had people burn down the Morgan Bank headquarters.

However, it seems...it seems that they have reached some agreement and put aside their conflicts, at least for the time being.

JP Morgan, the arrogant banker who has become increasingly famous on Wall Street in recent years, also made peace with Chen Zhengwei and took the initiative to greet Chen Zhengwei, which further illustrates Chen Zhengwei's current status.

Even JP Morgan has to give it a wide berth.

Randolph Churchill was also in the banquet hall. After a moment, he and Jenny Churchill came over, clinked glasses with Chen Zhengwei and said, "I have already contacted them for you. They are on their way here from England! They will talk to you in person when the time comes!"

"I don't know the details yet, but there will be a big one among them! They were supposed to appear at the New Year's auction!"

"It looks like I'll have to pay a lot more money!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

The gunboat that was originally going to appear at the auction is now being traded directly with him, which can only mean that they will ask for a higher price.

However, he was very interested in the big guy the other party was talking about.

Battleship?
"That depends on how your talk goes!" Randolph Churchill said meaningfully.

Chen Zhengwei understood what the other party meant and clinked his glass with him.

After talking with Randolph Churchill, Chen Zhengwei chatted with other people in the banquet hall.

It was not until the banquet was almost over that Chen Zhengwei and Andrew Carnegie walked aside.

"I want to acquire some steel mills recently, but there is a little trouble... Maybe Mr. Chen can help me!" said Andrew Carnegie.

"What trouble?" Chen Zhengwei asked casually.

This kind of thing is indeed very simple for him.

"Their price is too high!" said Andrew Carnegie.

The two men looked at each other, Andrew Carnegie had a gentle smile on his face, while Chen Zhengwei burst into laughter.

"There are eleven steel mills in total, located in Pittsburgh and Philadelphia, and their offer is $15 million!"

"I only want to offer 10 million!"

"Also, I can give the steel plant in Chicago to Mr. Chen!"

The steel plant in Chicago was worth about $1.5 million, and Carnegie originally planned to sell it to Chen Zhengwei at 70% of the market price.

That's just over one million.

In addition to this, he gave another 10 million.

As for how much Chen Zhengwei can earn, that is Chen Zhengwei's problem.

Chen Zhengwei thought for a moment and said, "Let someone send the detailed information of those steel mills to the hotel later."

(End of this chapter)