The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 482 Good Luck
April 1880, 4, San Francisco.

A mixed-race young man walked quickly to the synagogue on Montgomery Street and saw several men of the same skin color as him standing outside the church.

"Not over yet?" the young man asked quickly.

"No, and there's a dinner party coming up soon!" another young man of black and white race answered.

"What happened?"

"I have a message for the boss!" said the young man, then he walked to the door, opened the door of the synagogue a little, and looked inside.

I saw everyone on the bench quietly listening to the rabbi (similar to a priest) reading the scriptures in front of them.

Juan is nowhere to be seen here.

As his eyes searched for Juan, the rabbi's words kept drilling into his mind.

The rabbi in front is telling the story of the miracle of the Israelites crossing the Red Sea.

The young man did not continue looking for Juan, but closed the door.

Today is the last day of Passover, so Juan will probably be out around noon.

Just as he thought, around noon, the door of the synagogue opened and all the congregants inside filed out, and everyone was very quiet.

They were going to a potluck in the backyard.

"Boss!" the young man shouted after seeing Juan.

Juan saw that it was his trusted subordinate, gestured to the people around him, and then walked with the young man to the corner of the church yard: "What's the matter?"

"The plantations that we had previously negotiated with have broken their contracts and will not sell tobacco to us!"

"why?"

"Someone put pressure on them!" The young man lowered his voice: "Some time ago, the Chinese went to Villa Clara and caused a lot of trouble, angering many people... those local big families."

"I know that!" Juan said.

How could he not know that Situ Ye and his men had caused such a big incident in Yaklara?
That's more than a hundred people died.

Not only was the third son of the Ruiz family patriarch abducted and injured, but a gang was killed in the city and an independent organization was wiped out.

More than a hundred people died and the incident became a big deal.

"Yes, they also left a message... This place is far from heaven, but very close to him! So many families were angered..."

"It's in line with his style!" Juan nodded. Such arrogant words were indeed Chen Zhengwei's style.

Especially... Chen Zhengwei just bought a batch of warships, which are still in the port and go out to sea for training every day.

“They know that our goods are sold to the Chinese… and then they put pressure on those small plantation owners…” the young man continued.

The tobacco harvest season in Cuba is from February to May every year.

Chen Zhengwei's men killed a lot of people in Villa Clara, making a big fuss. Especially the words he left behind, which completely angered the local families.

Especially those families are all related to the Independence Army and have various relationships with each other.

They immediately began to fight back.

Although they cannot go to the United States to deal with Chen Zhengwei, they can cut off Chen Zhengwei's cigar channels.

"They said unless we give up our business with the Chinese..."

"How much more goods can we get this year?" Juan asked expressionlessly.

"It's not clear yet, but looking at the current situation, the best we can do is keep our original share, which is one million cigars!"

"I understand!" Juan nodded, indicating that he understood, and let his men leave.

He lit a cigar in the corner of the yard, took a few puffs, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

Those Cuban families really don’t understand Chen Zhengwei and don’t know his style of doing things.

They will get themselves into big trouble.

But this is normal. Communication was not so convenient during that period, and many people would not take it too seriously even if they heard about Chen Zhengwei's achievements.

After all, this is Cuba, not the United States.

In Cuba, their strength is not weak, so they naturally won't be afraid of Chen Zhengwei.

Only someone like him who has close dealings with Chen Zhengwei and has observed him for a long time knows how difficult and troublesome this person is.

The US government knows it too.

Although he is arrogant, he has the capital to be arrogant.

Juan stood there and smoked half a cigar, then went to the dinner with a smile on his face.

He is in a good mood now.

The current situation is exactly what he wants to see.

Although short-term interests will be affected a little, he can gain greater benefits as long as the two sides fight.

Whether Chen Zhengwei wins or loses, given his style of doing things, Cuba will definitely lose a few families.

……

A train began to slow down with a long whistle and slowly pulled into Auckland Railway Station.

In one of the iron carriages that was transporting livestock and reeked of feces and urine, a black youth pushed another person.

"Nathaniel! Nathaniel! Wake up, we're here!"

"Hurry up, we have to get off the bus and not be caught by them. If we are caught, we will be in big trouble!" The black young man who spoke couldn't help shivering when he thought of the result.

These two young men were Nathaniel and his companion George, who were traveling from New Orleans to San Francisco.

They borrowed some money, which was just enough for the two of them to take the train from New Orleans to San Francisco, but that would leave them with no money for food.

So the two men came up with a plan. They hijacked the train and sneaked into the livestock carriage, which was not as secure as the cargo carriage. They then went around in circles and even took the wrong train. They were almost caught by the police in Philadelphia and thrown into jail. It took them more than half a month to get to Oakland.

The two men pried open the carriage a crack, looked outside, then jumped onto the platform and ran quickly to blend into the crowd.

However, the smell on them made the passengers around them cover their noses, look at them with disgust, and then stay away from them. The two of them didn't care. They were used to the attitude of those white people.

After managing to sneak out of the train station, George nudged Nathaniel with his elbow: "Look, it's Chinese!"

After exiting the train station, you can see Chinese people on the street. Several young Chinese people in gentlemen's suits are sitting on the roadside.

Nathaniel stood there and observed. After a moment, he said excitedly, "See? No one is driving them away! No one is causing trouble for them!"

"And their expressions..." Nathaniel struggled for a long time, thinking of what words to use.

"They are very relaxed and confident! No one will cause trouble for them, and no one will bully them!" said George.

"Yes, that's what I wanted to say!" Nathaniel said excitedly, punching his fist.

"I heard they were in bad shape before... and look at them now..."

This state is what they dream of.

"So if we go find them, can we meet that person?"

"That should be possible! At least they know where to find that person!"

Nathaniel and George immediately walked towards the Chinese people and said happily, "Hello, you are Chinese!"

The thugs were all Yan Qingyou's men. They looked at the two dirty black men in surprise, and immediately pinched their noses and took a few steps back: "Fuck, the smell on you!"

"Sorry! Do you know where Mr. Chen is?" Nathaniel didn't care about the little thing that he was disliked by others. He was full of excitement at this moment.

"Who are you?" The thugs immediately became alert.

"It took us a long time to get here from New Orleans... We want to meet Mr. Chen!" Nathaniel said quickly.

"There are so many people who want to see Brother Wei, the line is from San Francisco to Oakland! Where does he have so much time?" Several thugs saw that the two men were almost beggars, and they didn't want to listen to their purpose at all, so they drove them away directly.

The two begged for a long time, but these thugs didn't even want to listen.

So many people want to see Brother Wei every day, and Brother Wei will meet two black beggars?

After the two were driven away, they had no choice but to continue on to San Francisco.

However, when they arrived at the dock, they stood there in a daze for a long time.

"No one told me that I have to cross the sea to go to San Francisco!" Nathaniel said blankly.

"No one told me..." George muttered softly.

The two of them now have 11 cents left... enough for their meals for the next few days.

And then what to do... they don't know either.

But they were lucky, and soon they saw another group of Chinese people coming over.

Lin Yuanshan had just led his men to deliver a batch of goods onto the train and was preparing to return to San Francisco when he was stopped by two black beggars.

And the two black beggars kept shouting that they wanted to see Mr. Chen.

"Mr. Chen?" Lin Yuanshan asked out of curiosity.

Only then did I know that these two people came from New Orleans and took a train for more than half a month just to meet Chen Zhengwei.

"Our brothers and our children are being bullied and exploited. We don't know what to do, but I know Mr. Chen definitely knows!" Nathaniel looked at Lin Yuanshan with anticipation. He could see that this middle-aged Chinese was the leader of this group.

Lin Yuanshan thought for a moment and said, "I don't know if Mr. Chen will meet you. I can take you to San Francisco. It all depends on your luck!"

Recently he often saw news about black Americans in the newspapers, especially Chen Zhengwei, who had expressed his attitude through the newspapers several times.

So he thought Chen Zhengwei might meet them.

Anyway, it's just a piece of cake for him, he just needs to talk to Ah Hu later.

Taking two people to San Francisco doesn't cost much for a boat ticket.

"Thank you, thank you!" Nathaniel and George kept thanking.

The two were then taken on board a ship and traveled all the way to San Francisco. They were curious about everything they saw and felt envious of the Chinese workers on the dock.

Even having a stable job is enough to make them envious.

Most black people in the Southern states cannot even find a stable job.

In particular, they can see that the Chinese here are not bullied, they live well, have jobs, and there are many rich people.

Many people dress respectably.

This made them feel more and more that what Chen Zhengwei said was right. The Chinese relied on fighting to make the US government recognize them and prevent others from oppressing them, and then they gained their current status and life.

After returning to Chinatown, Lin Yuanshan asked someone to take the two black men to take a bath, and then asked someone to find Chen Zhenghu.

"Two black beggars? Old Lin, what are you thinking?" After hearing this, Chen Zhenghu went straight to Lin Yuanshan's house and sneered.

"Brother Hu, I see that Mr. Chen is very concerned about those black people. He has expressed his attitude several times in the newspapers before! So I thought that maybe Mr. Chen would be interested in them!" Lin Yuanshan said slowly.

Chen Zhenghu thought about it. "Then I'll tell Brother Wei!"

He doesn't have any good points. He's not very smart and he doesn't dare to fight. But he has two good points: he is content and honest.

After listening to Lin Yuanshan, he thought about it and realized that Chen Zhengwei had indeed spoken several times in the newspaper.

"It just so happened that I didn't go to Brother Wei's place for a free meal, so I won't eat at your place today!" Chen Zhenghu came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

Lin Yuanshan looked at Chen Zhenghu's back and smiled.

He really envied Chen Zhenghu for living such an easy life.

Among so many people in Chinatown, Chen Zhenghu has the easiest life.

I can only say... this person... really depends on fate!
Chen Zhenghu is really lucky.

Even though Rong Jiacai, Yan Qingyou, and A'long are all highly valued by Chen Zhengwei, even the foreigners would call them "sir" when they see them.

But Ah Hu is really lucky.

(End of this chapter)