The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 450: You are so brave, I thought you were invulnerable
Chen Zhengwei took some time to visit a weapons factory outside San Francisco, which is located on a large farm and is surrounded by security company training bases.

Today, there are more than 5000 people training here.

Through the carriage windows, one could see groups of Chinese in hunting suits training, and the sound of rows of gunfire was so great that not even the birds were startled.

After all, shooting training is a daily routine here, and the nearby birds, rabbits, and deer are either caught in the pot or have long since run away.

Chen Zhengwei glanced at the security company personnel. These people were more adequately trained. Although they had not experienced combat, they looked competent and could be deployed to fight at any time.

But after thinking about it carefully, I realized that there was no one I could fight for the time being.

A moment later, the carriage arrived at the weapons factory.

This is a huge courtyard with many large brick and stone factories in the middle, where thousands of people work.

Chen Zhengwei’s previous ammunition was made by hand by the workers here.

"Weige!"

The person in charge of the factory came trotting over and led Chen Zhengwei inside.

When you enter the factory, you can see a lot of equipment and a group of Chinese people busy working.

Some others leaned aside to chat, smoke and drink coffee.

"These British equipment have a total of five production lines, and each production line only needs less than 100 people! With two shifts, one production line can produce 3000 rounds of ammunition a day. With five production lines and 1000 people, if the machines don't stop, they can produce 1 rounds a day, and the quality is much more stable!"

The person in charge introduced it with great excitement.

After this set of equipment is built, the number of workers in this weapons factory can be reduced by half, and most importantly, the quality will be more stable.

Chen Zhengwei also has another set of equipment being installed, which is the one purchased from Remington and Pratt. Now the equipment has been delivered and is being installed.

This data made Chen Zhengwei quite satisfied.

"Those British guys didn't cause any trouble, did they?" Chen Zhengwei asked casually.

"Those British guys are too arrogant. They only work a few hours a day and have a lot of demands every day, such as rest and women. They also want us to build houses for them. If their demands are not met, they will stop working. Otherwise, these equipment would have been installed long ago."

"And they are always asking around! Brother Wei, they want to steal our gunpowder formula!" The person in charge was very dissatisfied with the engineers from the UK.

But for the sake of this equipment, I endured it.

"What do those people in your hands do?" Chen Zhengwei glanced at him.

"Beat them if they don't behave! If they dare to do anything wrong... after the production line is installed, they can't leave. Do you know what lifelong accountability means?" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

"These people are here and they want to leave? If they want to ask, let them ask as much as they want. They can't spread the news anyway."

Chen Zhengwei planned to detain these people for a few years first.

"Let them help with the other production line as well. You don't have to be too harsh on them in normal times. Just arrange women for them every week! They will also have good food and drink! But if they dare to cause trouble, it doesn't matter if you kill a few of them." Chen Zhengwei said, looking at a few British engineers who were smoking pipes in the distance.

As they were talking, the engineers looked at each other and walked towards Chen Zhengwei.

"You must be their boss! The conditions here are too bad... It's not a place for people to stay at all... Fortunately, our work has been completed. We should go back!" One of the bearded men said carelessly.

Chen Zhengwei tilted his head, and several of his men rushed over and kicked the engineer to the ground.

"You don't know how to greet people? You don't even call Mr. Chen. Have you never learned manners?"

This angered more than 20 engineers in the entire workshop, and they all ran over here.

"What are you going to do?"

boom!
Chen Zhengwei pointed his gun at the roof and said slowly, "I asked you to come here to work, not to be masters! Damn it, when you came here, no one told you anything?"

"Chinaman, do you know what you are doing? We are British..." an older engineer said angrily.

boom!
The engineer had a hole in his forehead.

The body fell to the ground with a loud thud.

The faces of the other British engineers turned livid, but the men around them also pulled out their guns.

"Check it out!" Chen Zhengwei ordered his men.

"Brother Wei, what are you checking?" the henchman asked curiously.

"Check if the servant is okay!" Chen Zhengwei said unhappily as he looked at the corpse on the ground.

"Brother Wei, is the person dead?" The henchman went forward to check in confusion. How could he be alive after being shot in the head?

Then he looked up and said, "Brother Wei is dead."

"Dead?" Chen Zhengwei was surprised. He spread his hands and said innocently, "He was so brave and fierce. I thought the British were strong and invulnerable... How could he be killed by just one shot?"

"You lunatic, we have to leave here. We will definitely tell the ambassador about this! You will be in big trouble!" another engineer said angrily, and the others were also shocked and angry.

"Who said you can leave here? It seems that no one told you anything before you came here." Chen Zhengwei sneered, "I beat up your ambassador, let alone you!"

"Do your job honestly and meet my requirements, and I will let you go."

“Otherwise, it wouldn’t be a big deal to dig a few more holes.”

"This is impossible!" The British engineers suddenly cried out.

"Beat them!" Chen Zhengwei said lightly to the men beside him. Immediately, a group of people rushed in from outside, holding sticks and rushing towards them.

"Educate them well for a few days. If that doesn't work, lock them up in a small dark room. Wait until they behave themselves, then let them out to work!" said Chen Zhengwei.

Anyway, he had no intention of letting them go. Instead of trying to appease them, he might as well just beat them into submission.

Chen Zhengwei then took a tour of the weapons factory and watched the production line start up before returning to San Francisco.

With these two sets of equipment, I finally have enough bullets, but it’s not too much.

After all, the Weapons Design Institute is currently developing machine guns and large-caliber machine guns.

In particular, large-caliber machine guns were developed not only for use in fire suppression by the army, but also for installation on gunboats and even merchant ships. In medium and short-range naval battles, this weapon was extremely useful.

Especially for small ships.

……

In San Francisco, as word spread that Chen Zhengwei wanted all factories to raise the basic wages of Chinese workers, many factory owners became dissatisfied.

However, they did not dare to oppose Chen Zhengwei, so they chose to lay off employees directly. Just a few days after the news spread, Chinese workers in the factory were laid off.

Yan Qingyou was drinking coffee in a cafe, admiring the chopsticks of the cafe staff. A henchman walked up to Yan Qingyou and said:
"Brother You, the Mission Woolen Factory has laid off more than 50 Chinese workers!"

"When did it happen?" Yan Qingyou asked.

"last night."

"Damn it, I just asked them to raise their wages, and they laid off employees?" Yan Qingyou raised his eyebrows: "Are these people not afraid of death?"

"Call someone and come with me!"

Soon, the thug went to the street, took out the whistle in his pocket and blew it, and hundreds of people immediately rushed over.

Yan Qingyou then blinked at the café's clamour-filled clerk, picked up the soft hat on the table, put it on his head, and stood up to go out.

"We don't need so many people. Just bring a few dozen people with me to the mission area."

Soon, seven or eight horse-drawn carriages arrived at the mission area. Yan Qingyou jumped off a carriage and rushed into the factory with a group of people.

"Where's your boss?"

"Call out your boss!"

When the factory manager saw this group of Chinese people, he immediately knew that trouble was coming and quickly called the boss out.

"This gentleman...you..."

"Sir? You are doing business in San Francisco, but even Brother You doesn't know you. What kind of business are you doing?" the thug next to him cursed.

"Stop!" Yan Qingyou raised his hand to stop the henchman, and walked forward to stand in front of the wool factory owner: "Brother Wei just said that the salary of all Chinese in San Francisco will increase by 5 dollars... and then you fired dozens of Chinese workers... You are so brave?"

"The Chinese are paid too much! My factory isn't making any money to begin with, and now the Chinese workers are asking for a pay raise... I'm going to lose money! Sir, please understand me." The wool factory owner said with a bitter face, while taking out a stack of

"Is it really that bad? You can't continue working just because the Chinese people's wages increase by $5? Then why do you still run a factory? Why don't you close it early and go home to farm?" Yan Qingyou sneered after looking him up and down.

"The products of your Chinese factory are taking up the market, and the products of my factory are becoming less and less sellable! Now the factory can't operate at all!" said the owner of the wool factory with some anger.

He has been resentful for a long time.

The products of those Chinese wool factories were constantly taking away his market share, and Chen Zhengwei also demanded a wage increase for all Chinese people.

In a rage, he laid off more than 50 Chinese workers in the factory.

"If it's not selling well, it means you're selling it too expensively! Otherwise, how could people sell it to you?" Yan Qingyou pouted and said to the henchman next to him, "Go see if there are any workers inside."

"The salary of Chinese workers is much lower than that of foreign workers. If we can't afford Chinese workers, we certainly can't afford foreign workers!"

"As long as there is a ghost guy, it means he is lying to me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the thugs rushed into the factory.

The wool factory owner's face changed, and he took out a wad of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Yan Qingyou's pocket: "Sir!"

"Wow, so much? You have money to bribe me but no money to hire Chinese workers, right?" Yan Qingyou sneered as he looked at the stack of hundreds of dollars in his hand.

Seeing the other party's behavior, he had an idea in his mind.

"It looks like you are dissatisfied with Brother Wei!"

"No...no..." The other party dared not admit it.

Snapped!
Yan Qingyou slapped him directly, and then kicked him: "If you don't want to do it, then don't do it!"

"You don't feel bad about paying the foreigners more than 5 dollars a month, but you can't fucking continue to work if you raise the Chinese workers by dollars! If you are not dissatisfied with Brother Wei, what is it? Why are you so resentful? I think you don't want to live anymore."

Yan Qingyou turned around, took the stick from the henchman, and hit the opponent's head with another stick.

After hitting the other person with a few sticks until his head was bleeding, Yan Qingyou threw the stick to his men in annoyance.

A moment later, the thug who entered the factory came back and said, "Brother You, there are dozens of foreign workers inside, and more than 200 Mexicans!"

"Dozens of foreign workers?" Yan Qingyou walked up to the other person, squatted down, and patted his face.

The other party immediately hid back in fear: "I know, I'll let those workers come back to work!"

"What the hell were you thinking? Will you know you're wrong after a beating?" Yan Qingyou slapped him again.

After dealing with these foreigners more often, he felt that what Brother Wei said was absolutely right. These foreigners are just cheap bastards.

If you don't hit them, they will feel itchy.

"One hundred Chinese workers!" Yan Qingyou stared at him.

"Your factory must hire one hundred Chinese workers!"

"Did you hear that?"

"I heard it, I heard it..."

Yan Qingyou then stood up angrily: "You are lucky to have met me."

"If someone else comes over, you can have a feast at your house tomorrow!"

Yan Qingyou deals with all kinds of people on the streets of San Francisco every day. He meets a lot of people and his methods are much gentler than Aaron's.

If Aaron had come here instead, this guy would be dead by now.

(End of this chapter)