The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 462 We Are All Descendants of Revolutionaries and Immigrants

Louisiana, evening.

An agent was standing at the entrance of an alley smoking. One of them saw a black teenager walking hurriedly on the street and immediately said, "Come here!"

"We didn't do anything!" the black boy said subconsciously, with fear of these white agents in his eyes.

Although blacks are no longer slaves, their lives are no better than when they were slaves.

After all, slaves are the property of slave owners, and slave owners still have to protect their property.

Now that they are free men, they not only face long-term unemployment, poverty and hunger, but are also often troubled and beaten by white people.

Instead of protecting them, the police become the object of their fear.

"I told you to come here!" The agent raised his eyebrows and looked fierce.

The black boy walked hesitantly in front of the agent.

"Face the wall and put your hands on the wall." The agent said to the black boy.

The black boy hesitated, but still did as he was told.

But after waiting for a long time, the person behind me did not search me.

"gentlemen?"

The agent stood behind him and smoked another cigarette, a ruthless look in his eyes.

As long as he did this, he could pay off all the debts he owed, and he could also get a large sum of money and run away.

In fact, shooting a black teenager would not make him hesitate. Killing a black person is just like killing an animal.

This time it's a little different because there is a camera on the second floor next to it facing this side.

However, remembering that the other party had promised him a large sum of money and also promised him that nothing would happen, he finally made up his mind.

"Let's play a game. Run over there, as fast as you can! If I catch you, I'll break your legs!"

The black teenager turned to look at the agent, only to see the agent's lowered eyes and his hand pointing into the alley.

The boy was frightened and ran towards the alley.

The detective pulled out a gun and pointed it at the teenager's back.

boom!
Click!
Camera flashes went off on the second floor across the alley.

"Done!" The reporter on the second floor turned his head and looked around. Several gang members were leaning against the side smoking.

The next day, the news that a police officer shot an innocent black teenager on the street appeared in the newspaper. There was also a photo in the newspaper showing a black teenager running wildly in the alley, and behind him was a police officer with a gun.

This photo highlighted the teenager's panic and the police officer's indifference, instantly igniting the emotions of black people in Louisiana.

Black people are already severely oppressed, and are often beaten to death on the streets or thrown into prison at random.

The dissatisfaction in my heart has long been piling up, like a volcano ready to erupt at any time.

Plus this time there are photos, and the victim is still a teenager.

This brought countless people to the streets.

Although the photo was a bit blurry and only captured the police officer's back, his identity was quickly revealed.

After all, there are only so many detectives in a city.

"I saw him moving around furtively, as if he had stolen something. I asked him to stop, but he didn't stop. He ran away instead," the agent explained in response to the bureau's questioning.

"You shouldn't be photographed by reporters!" said the chief of the Investigation Bureau dissatisfiedly.

"Who knew there would be a reporter there!" The agent also felt very unlucky.

"Boss, will you protect me?"

"You go out and work first! I'll find a way!" The sheriff said angrily. "Keep a low profile recently and don't go out casually!"

The agent wasn't even suspended and just continued to work.

In fact, no one in the Investigation Bureau, from top to bottom, felt that there was anything wrong with this matter.

If there is anything, it is that it should not be photographed by reporters.

At the same time, during these three days, a total of four cases of black people being shot and killed by police officers on the streets in several southern states were reported in newspapers.

Of course, this is the only one with a photo.

However, the victims were all relatively young, and three of them were underage.

This also caused the anger of the black people to erupt like a volcano, and countless people took to the streets shouting in protest.

Under such boiling public opinion, prosecutors in several cities where the crimes occurred were forced to file lawsuits against several detectives.

……

"These people are so cruel. Black people are not human beings?" Chen Zhengwei shook the newspaper in his hand and said with disdain.

"These foreigners don't treat people as human beings. They will get into trouble sooner or later!"

"I am a person with a conscience, I definitely can't just watch like that!" Chen Zhengwei said to Li Xiwen, "Go call the reporters over!"

"Senior Brother... they are indeed pitiful..." Li Xiwen said after hesitating for a moment. He knew the whole story.

"Xiwen, you have to understand one thing. You pity them, but who pity us?" Chen Zhengwei asked back.

"When you were bullied before, did anyone pity you?"

"If the US government focuses on dealing with us... then you will be the one who will feel pity next. Who will pity you then?" Chen Zhengwei said while crossing his legs.

"When our brothers were fighting before, they also voiced their support for us!"

"Are they supporting us? They are doing it for themselves! They want me to be the savior, hoping that my victory can change their environment. But it is my victory after all, the victory of us Chinese. Where is the savior in this world? Let them ask God, is God willing to save them?"

"Any ethnic group that wants to stand up needs to shed blood! I'm helping them!"

"And they spoke out in support of me in the beginning, so am I not standing up to support them?"

"Go quickly!"

Soon, reporters were called over.

Chen Zhengwei faced reporters on the first floor of the club.

"I am shocked by what happened recently in the Southern States." Chen Zhengwei looked serious.

"I don't know why some people can be so cruel!"

“All of us are descendants of revolutionaries and immigrants. We were once colonized, but we finally won the victory through blood, and the United States has since become an independent country!”

"During the Civil War, many black people joined the army to fight for freedom. Is this the freedom they wanted? Is this the result of freeing the slaves?"

"We once took up arms to resist tyranny and slavery when we could no longer bear it."

“However, some people have become the new slaves!”

“I don’t think the world should be like this!”

"From the War of Independence to the French Revolution, the modern history of mankind is the history of struggle against oppression and slavery."

"We cannot forget history. If someone wants to enslave other people, or some races want to enslave other races, I think every person with conscience, morality, and nobility should resist this behavior. Take up arms again! Resist tyranny!"

The reporters were all writing quickly and excitedly.

The speech was then broadcast across the United States.

"As expected of China Chen, he actually said such a thing!" The editor-in-chief of New Orleans' "Rosalina" said excitedly, slapping the table.

“We are all descendants of revolutionaries and immigrants! That’s a great statement!”

The Rosalina is a newspaper for the Italian community in New Orleans.

Italians also have a hard time in the United States and are at the bottom of the discrimination chain. Therefore, when Chen Zhengwei was fighting the US government before, he had been committed to reporting, and his reports were full of subjectivity.

The Italians in New Orleans were greatly influenced by him.

At that time, many people took to the streets to support Chen Zhengwei. Seeing this speech at this time, he couldn't help but feel excited.

Especially when these words came from Chen Zhengwei's mouth, they were particularly convincing.

Especially full of power.

He wasn't the only one who felt this way.

Many people in the newspaper office felt the same as he did after seeing the speech in advance.

……

Before evening, Chen Zhengwei's words were placed on the table in front of the president.

"What does this guy want to do? Isn't what he has now enough?" President Rutherford B. Hayes was in a bad mood when he saw the news about Chen Zhengwei.

Especially the content of this speech.

"He knows we will deal with him after we withdraw our forces, so he is not going to sit there and wait for death! He is inciting a black rebellion!" said the president's staff.

"He wants this country to fall apart!" Rutherford Birchard Hayes slammed his fist on the table in anger.

From the very beginning, this Chinese man caused them great trouble.

In particular, he got off to a bad start.

"Find some reporters, I want to speak!" Rutherford Birchard Hayes had suffered a great loss last time, and this time he was not going to allow Chen Zhengwei to stir up the public's emotions.

He wanted to speak in person and confront Chen Zhengwei head-on.

"I am very sad. There are always some dark corners in this world where all kinds of problems occur."

“No matter how magnificent a house is, there are always some rats hiding in it!”

“The U.S. government is working hard to make this society better, a country that lives up to our public imagination! It just takes some time.”

"However, there are always some ambitious people who will seize some pain points in the process of social development to stir up the emotions of the people! In order to achieve their goals!"

"I'm calling on the public to stay calm and be wary of those ambitious people!"

The next morning, Chen Zhengwei's speech and President Rutherford B. Hayes' speech appeared in the same newspaper.

Two speeches that are diametrically opposed.

However, in both speeches, the president's speech was full of formulaic language.

But Chen Zhengwei's speech was different, full of inspiring power.

After seeing Chen Zhengwei's remarks, many people were inspired by them.

After all, the same words depend on who says them.

And Chen Zhengwei...really did this.

The black community in the United States is particularly excited.

They feel like they are not alone.

Many people cut out Chen Zhengwei's speech and collected it.

In New York, after reading the newspaper, British Minister Sir Edward Thornton ordered the two speeches to be sent to the country with a blank expression.

If it were before, he would be happy to see Chen Zhengwei causing trouble for the US government, and he would watch with a smile.

But he was beaten by Chen Zhengwei a while ago.

This made him disgusted with both parties.

However, he still had to report back some important current events in the United States.

Moreover, this guy Chen Zhengwei is indeed working tirelessly to cause trouble for the US government.

And the US government is always thinking about dealing with him.

……

"Fuck! This guy peed his pants during the last negotiation, and now he's still so tough?" Chen Zhengwei threw the newspaper away.

"Tell the reporters, just tell them what I said, our President Hayes peed his pants during the last negotiation!"

"So I doubt his cognition and judgment ability!"

"Brother Wei, is this true?" Aaron couldn't help but ask.

Even Lin Changning looked over, his face full of gossip.

"Of course it's true! I peed on it!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

"Brother Wei, tell me in detail!" Aaron suddenly became excited.

Chen Zhengwei immediately recounted what happened last time in vivid detail. He had been proud of this for a long time and could continue to brag about it for the rest of his life.

In his mind, this is more impressive than having a gunman kill the President of the United States.

"Why didn't I think of that? Brother Wei really knows how to have fun!" Aaron was amazed.

Lin Changning wanted to laugh, but ended up rolling his eyes.

Only this guy can do such a thing.

No wonder the President of the United States hates him so much.

"But now the whole country is paying attention to the shooting of innocent black people in those states. You threw out a piece of gossip and attracted people's attention, which is equivalent to cooling the situation down." Lin Changning said.

"Huh, you can even think of this?" Chen Zhengwei looked at Lin Changning in surprise.

This girl is making rapid progress.

You know, he is a congenital saint who is good at playing with the media.

And Lin Changning, a girl who practiced martial arts every day, could actually think of these things, which really surprised him.

"One has to squat down first before jumping up!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"The enthusiasm of the people won't last too long. If it keeps being consumed like this, it will soon be exhausted. Suppress the heat of this matter. When the results come out, it will be even more explosive!"

Chen Zhengwei made an explosion gesture with his hands.

"boom!"

……

The next day, the latest headlines came out.

“Revealed: The president had an unexpected incident during negotiations, which shocked Congress.”

"Washington Negotiation Scene: Why did the President suddenly leave in a hurry? The truth is embarrassing."

Especially during the initial negotiations, many reporters saw outside the hotel that the president hurriedly left under the escort of a group of people.

At that time, some sharp-eyed people noticed that there was a wet spot on the president's pants when he left.

At that time, no one thought much about it and just thought that the water was spilled accidentally.

After seeing this report, those reporters immediately wrote down what they saw, which verified Chen Zhengwei's words.

When President Rutherford B. Hayes saw the newspaper, his blood pressure rose immediately and he tore the newspaper to pieces.

"This bastard!" Rutherford Birchard Hayes's face turned pale.

But he couldn't make an excuse.

In the end, I could only say coldly: "Nonsense!"

And this shocking gossip has indeed attracted the attention of the public.

As for the cases of shootings of black people in southern states, apart from the black community, other ethnic groups pay much less attention to them.

(End of this chapter)