The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 478: Seeking Peace through Struggle
When Chen Zhengwei returned to San Francisco, a piglet ship had just arrived at the shore. The Chinese on the ship, who had pigtails, ragged clothes and smelled bad, had just passed customs. There was a mixture of anticipation and anxiety in their eyes.

Several of Yan Qingyou's men were talking to them.

"You've come at a good time. There's a shortage of people everywhere! As long as you're willing to work hard, you can have enough food to eat and make a lot of money!"

"Hey young man, can you make money here? How much money can you pay?" An older young man, who looked to be about 25 or 26 years old, hunched his neck, bent his body slightly forward, and seemed unable to straighten his waist.

With a careful and ingratiating smile on his face.

Others also listened attentively.

"What can you do?" the thug asked first.

"I can farm..." After the young man finished speaking, the others burst into laughter: "Who can't farm?"

"There's still some strength left!" the young man added.

"That means you can go and work, and you can get at least 25 US dollars a month! Converted into British pound, that's 25 British pound!" The thugs knew what they wanted to know.

Hearing this, the piglets that had just got off the boat all became agitated and made noises of disbelief.

You have to know that in the country, they can only earn more than 20 British pound a year.

"Of course, you won't get that much. You still have to pay a sum to the labor company. What you get is 22.5 Eagle Dollars!"

Even so, it was enough for them.

If you work here for a year, you can save a lot of money. When you go back, you can buy more than ten acres of land with the money.

It’s different when you have your own land.

The piglets were listening to the horsemen talking about the situation here, and everyone had a smile and anticipation on their faces. Then a piglet about sixteen or seventeen years old looked around and saw a group of thirty or forty people getting off the boat.

In the middle of the group of people was a tall man with an imposing aura, even more impressive than any official he had seen before.

Next to him is a cute little ghost girl.

Other than that, everyone else looked like they were protecting him.

The young man showed a look of envy and fear on his face. He pushed the person next to him and gestured to look over there.

Soon, most of the piglets noticed Chen Zhengwei and his group walking out.

"Brother, that is...?"

"That's Brother Wei, you can just call him Mr. Chen! He has the final say in all of San Francisco! You can do whatever you want in San Francisco, but don't offend Mr. Chen, otherwise no one can save you!"

There was a proud expression on the face of the henchman. He was just a subordinate of Chen Zhengwei, but in San Francisco, anyone who worked directly for Chen Zhengwei felt honored.

The group watched as Chen Zhengwei and his group got on the carriage, and the carriage left like a long dragon.

Almost everyone remembers "Mr. Chen" in San Francisco.

"Okay, you guys come with me. Let's go to Chinatown first and wash your clothes. Then go to the labor company to register, and then we'll arrange work for you." The henchman led his men to Chinatown. Someone in the square had already prepared large barrels of water.

Now this set of procedures has been formed.

When they get off the piggy bank, they are first asked to wash themselves clean, otherwise the smell on their bodies will be enough to kill people.

Also check for any epidemic diseases and then register with the labor service company.

The next day, these people will be sent to various places to familiarize themselves with the places and do their work.

Now the San Francisco-Los Angeles railway is being built, infrastructure construction in Los Angeles is also starting, and there are Chinese-owned factories that are expanding.

There is a shortage of people everywhere.

As long as you have hands and feet and are willing to work hard, there will definitely be a place that wants you.

In San Francisco, industries related to Chen Zhengwei will give priority to hiring some Chinese, then Germans, Poles, Italians, French, Jews, and finally the Irish.

However, there is now a shortage of even Irish workers in San Francisco.

Chen Zhengwei's company rarely hires Mexicans. Although Mexicans are cheap, Chen Zhengwei is not short of money, and Mexicans have no value in united front work.

……

Chen Zhengwei asked someone to send Anna back and returned to the club. Soon two reporters came over.

"Please sit down!" Chen Zhengwei gestured to the two to find a place to sit down, and they took out a notebook to take notes.

"I have heard about the results of the trials in New Orleans and Charleston, and they are not surprising! This result was completely predictable before the trial," said Chen Zhengwei, sitting behind his desk.

"In fact, the proliferation of white supremacist organizations in the South shows that white supremacy has taken root in the South."

"Since the Union Army withdrew, many white Southerners have been advocating the 'Lost Cause,' and the words 'Lost Cause' capture their ideas and goals."

“They never see other ethnic groups as equals.”

“Nevertheless these truths are self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

"If someone doesn't want to give you human rights, then you have to fight, fight with courage and hands. There are always people in this world who want to ride on the heads of others, and no one will take the initiative to give you peace!"

“Peace always comes from struggle.”

"Peace exists when we fight for it! Peace dies when we compromise!"

Chen Zhengwei's words were very calm, but they were deafening to the ears of the two reporters. Even the pens that were taking notes paused on the paper, and they subconsciously looked up at Chen Zhengwei.

Especially the sentence "Seek peace through struggle, and peace will exist! Seek peace through compromise, and peace will die!".

It is conceivable what kind of storm would be caused if these remarks were made at this sensitive moment.

"Have you finished writing?" Chen Zhengwei glanced at the two of them, and they quickly finished writing the last few words.

"Send it!" Chen Zhengwei ordered.

After the reporters left, Chen Zhengwei wondered if he had said too much.
He wanted to hold back at first.

After all, the whole world was in turmoil over the next fifty or sixty years.

He doesn't want the United States to fall apart because of him.

After all, the United States is still young and cannot withstand such constant turmoil.

But... I couldn't stop it.

As soon as I started talking about it, I began to let myself go.

"Forget it, I've already done it on the first day. Even if I don't say this, there will definitely be someone who will do it on the fifteenth!"

"Even if America falls apart, there will be a new America!"

The next day, Chen Zhengwei's remarks appeared in many newspapers. The boldness of his remarks once again shocked many people.

"Does that bastard want to completely collapse this country?" Attorney General Charles Deves was filled with anger and headaches when he saw Chen Zhengwei's remarks. In fact, he had already asked people to express their attitudes to the courts of those states.

American society is very sensitive right now. He knew that if this matter was not handled properly, there would be trouble, but apparently those state courts did not think so and still made such a judgment.

The process of sending people to San Francisco must also be accelerated.

He took out some documents from the drawer and said to his secretary, "Call Thomas Walsh from the Special Agent's Office."

The people he trusted most were those in the Special Agent's Office.

Then he looked at other information and quickly circled another person's name.

Frederick Hamilton, former head of the Kansas branch of the Pinkerton Detective Agency, senior detective, born in 1842, participated in the Civil War, cracked an interstate railroad robbery in Nebraska in 1877, recovered the stolen $20, and performed many secret infiltration and undercover missions...

Soon, the Attorney General called several candidates and met with them separately.

"There is a top-secret mission for you to carry out! This matter involves the future of this country! I hope you are still loyal to this country!" In the office, Charles Deves looked at Frederick Hamilton in front of him with a serious face.

"I once fought for America! On the battlefield, God did not let me return to heaven. I believe this is God's will to let me continue to fight for justice." Frederick Hamilton also said.

His answer satisfied the Attorney General.

"This mission is very dangerous and there is a high risk of death. So are you willing to take on this mission?" the Attorney General asked again.

"I do!" Frederick Hamilton had little hesitation.

"Great! Take him to the conference room!" said the Attorney General.

Hamilton was led to the conference room and soon saw several other people.

A moment later, the Minister of Justice entered the conference room with his people. The Minister of Justice sat at the top, and the staff placed several documents in front of them.

Above is information about the two ships and a portrait of a young Chinese man.

The battleship Warrior and the frigate Palmer are the two most powerful warships in Chen Zhengwei's hands.

Especially the former.

"Your mission is to sneak into San Francisco and find an opportunity to blow up these two ships. Especially the Warrior!"

"As for this person, you should be able to guess who he is. If there is a foolproof chance, you can try to kill him! Remember, I am talking about a foolproof chance. If you are not absolutely sure, don't take the risk! Your main target is still these two ships..."

“This is for the future of this country!”

Several people in the conference room looked at the documents in their hands, and then heard the words of the Minister of Justice, their eyes became firm.

The next day, when Frederick Hamilton was buying coffee, he firmly placed a piece of paper between the coffee cup and the saucer.

Chen Zhengwei had just finished his breakfast tea that afternoon.

"Uncle Wei, telegram!" Wan Yun handed a telegram to Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei picked up the telegram and took a look at it. He sat down on the chair and tapped the table with his hand. He said expressionlessly, "To be honest, I have been in San Francisco recently and have not offended anyone."

"But I didn't provoke anyone, but someone wanted to blow up my ship and fucking kill me?"

"Why do they always target me?"

"Can't they sleep well because Master Wei is around?" Wan Yun asked. She was in charge of the accounts and telegrams in the club, and having been doing this for so long, she knew a lot about various aspects of the business.

"They couldn't sleep well, so they blew up my boat and wanted to kill me. How does this make sense?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows.

"Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

"Good people have to be pointed at with guns?" Chen Zhengwei cursed, lit the telegram with a match and threw it into the metal trash can next to him.

There was a hint of ferocity in Chen Zhengwei's eyes, and he had already decided to kill the Minister of Justice.

But we can't kill him now. If we kill him now, everyone will know that there is a problem in the Ministry of Justice.

Wait a few months and find an opportunity to kill him!
……

In New Orleans, several black people gathered in a dilapidated house.

Nathaniel listened to the others reading the newspaper.

"Peace exists when we fight for it! Peace dies when we compromise!"

Hearing this, Nathaniel couldn't help but stand up from the stool and kept walking on the ground: "I knew he would support us! I knew it!"

"The Chinese fought to regain the status they deserved from the U.S. government!"

"Just like he said, no one will give us alms. We need to fight and strive for our own position!" Nathaniel said in a firm tone.

"We fought!" someone said.

"It's different! We were helping the US government fight before, and in fact we did it. Now we are no longer slaves!"

"But this is not enough. Although we are no longer slaves, they still treat us as slaves. If we want to gain equal status, we must continue to fight!" Nathaniel snatched the newspaper: "Where is that sentence just now?"

"Which sentence?"

"The sentence about seeking peace through struggle!" Nathaniel was a little excited. The words of the Chinese leader touched his heart.

And that’s exactly what the Chinese did.

"You can't understand!"

"Here!" The only literate black man pointed to him.

"Although I don't understand it, I know what this sentence means!" Nathaniel said loudly: "We all need to remember this sentence in our hearts!"

"Please help me write this sentence down, I want to put it on my wall!"

"And... I want to go to San Francisco!" Nathaniel felt that the Chinese leader understood them and knew what to do.

If you want to do something, you should go see him first.

"The ticket to San Francisco is a lot of money..." The other blacks looked at each other.

They couldn't even afford to eat, let alone buy tickets to San Francisco.

"Only by going to San Francisco will we know what to do!" Nathaniel encouraged others.

The only black man who could read hesitated for a moment and said, "I have saved some money. I can help you borrow some more!"

"Thank you!" Nathaniel grabbed his arm, his eyes firm: "This is for our future! So that our children won't be killed by white people at random under any pretext like little Samuel!"

"And not only am I going, you have to go too! You know how to read, and there are some things I can't remember, so you have to help me remember them!"

(End of this chapter)