The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 484 Send me money, or I’ll get mad!

Nathaniel and George were so excited by what Chen Zhengwei said that they both wanted to return to New Orleans immediately and tell their fellow community members about Chen Zhengwei's words.

To all black people in America.

"So, are you ready to die?" Chen Zhengwei changed the subject and poured a bucket of cold water on the two of them.

George was stunned.

"I'm not afraid of death!" Nathaniel said firmly. "We are not afraid of death! We have seen too many deaths! Living is harder than dying!"

“If I were you, when I go back, I would first unite the black people in a community or a city, then contact other black people, bring your ideas to them, convince them, infect them, and call on them to join the fight!”

"You must have your own program! Only with a program can you have the fighting power."

"Then... you will face oppression and persecution from white people!"

"They will kill you and everyone you know before this tiny spark becomes a wildfire!"

"I'm not afraid of death!" Nathaniel clenched his fists: "Even if I die, there will be others working towards this goal!"

Chen Zhengwei stared at the determination in his eyes, and after a moment, he smiled and said, "If you can do the first step, I can give you a little help!"

"We Chinese have also had this experience, and it happened not long ago. So we can understand your feelings and thoughts!"

"We know what it feels like to be oppressed, and how hard it is to live. So we are willing to help you! I am willing to make a small contribution to the equality of all ethnic groups!"

"Some financial assistance, and a way to buy guns and ammunition!"

Hearing this, Nathaniel couldn't help but get excited and waved his fist.

Because of the Black Codes and Jim Crow laws, it was actually very difficult for black people to own guns.

No one will sell them guns, just to prevent black people from having the ability to protect themselves.

He had a gun, which he had acquired with great difficulty, and which he never dared to carry with him.

Because the police would randomly stop black people on the street, search them, or even beat them.

If they have access to guns, they will be able to protect themselves!

"Thank you, thank you! I can't express my gratitude to you in words! Your words are the greatest help to us. They give us the direction and hope to move forward! This will change the future of me and many of us!"

"And guns and ammunition are just as helpful to us!"

"Mr. Chen, you will always be a pioneer of freedom and equality and our mentor!"

“And the Chinese will always be our friends!”

Nathaniel expressed his gratitude helplessly, then stood up and bowed seriously.

George also stood up and said, "Mr. Chen, can I write down what I just said?"

"Of course!"

George pulled out a somewhat worn notebook and half a homemade pencil from his pocket... some very short pencil leads wrapped with thin ropes and cloth strips, only the length of a finger.

Even a homemade pencil like this was very precious to him and he always kept it carefully.

Sometimes he couldn't remember, and George had to look up and ask Chen Zhengwei before he could remember what Chen Zhengwei had just said.

"Walking around San Francisco these days, maybe it will be helpful to you!" Chen Zhengwei looked up at Ah Hu: "Ah Hu, I leave it to you."

"I understand!" Ah Hu nodded.

"Can we visit you again before we leave?" Nathaniel looked at Chen Zhengwei with anticipation.

"I'll treat you to dinner then." Chen Zhengwei said with a smile. He didn't mind spending another meal on it.

"Thank you. If we have the chance, we will definitely repay you! We, and our friends, will never forget your help!"

Nathaniel and George kept expressing their gratitude as they left. Although Chen Zhengwei did not say much, his words gave them endless strength and pointed out the direction for their future.

Whenever they thought of those words, they trembled with excitement.

So they had to go back and understand, think carefully, memorize those words, and then come back to see Chen Zhengwei.

After they left, Chen Zhengwei put his legs on the coffee table and picked up a root beer from the side.

"Brother, you said that they couldn't succeed." Li Xiwen said. Although it was an affirmative sentence, it was actually a question.

He was a little excited by what Chen Zhengwei said, and Chen Zhengwei also led them to do so.

"Yeah!" Chen Zhengwei replied casually. "Do you know who was the first to betray them?"

"Some of the elites among the black people! The congressmen, some intellectuals, small businessmen, and craftsmen..."

"why?"

"Because of human nature, these people are wavering! The black people's resistance may not be a good thing for them!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

"The Chinese in the United States, because I am powerful and I can control everything, no one dares to disobey me! Besides, those people outside don't even speak English, and those foreigners don't speak Cantonese, so the two sides can't communicate. Otherwise... someone would have sold me out long ago!"

"No one thought I would succeed until I defeated the U.S. government!"

"Those wealthy businessmen outside are ready to run away!"

"You are barefoot, so you have no choice. But they are wearing shoes, so they are not going to go down with me. If they can sell me, they can get rich and famous, so someone will definitely sell me."

"But now that I've won over the US government, everything is different. On the one hand, they are afraid of me, but on the other hand, they know that they can only live better if they follow me, so you see how much they respect me!"

"Brother, you think too badly of people!"

"You think too highly of people!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

What does it mean to put yourself in someone else's shoes?
Put yourself in their shoes!
He knows too well what's going on in people's minds.

He himself is not a good person, so how can he think well of others?
While the two were chatting, Yung Wing rushed to Chen Zhengwei's office and asked immediately, "Mr. Chen, has that machinery manufacturing company really moved here?"

"Mr. Chen, can I go and take a look?"

"You came all the way from Los Angeles to San Francisco just to see a machinery company?" Chen Zhengwei laughed. "I've been thinking about it day and night!" Yung Wing was a little excited. "This is a tool for making tools. I've been thinking about it day and night!"

It turned out that he had dreamed of letting the Qing Dynasty learn how to make this tool.

Many of the young children studying in the United States were sent to study metallurgy and mechanical engineering.

He had given up on the Qing Dynasty, but he didn't expect that Chen Zhengwei moved the Pratt & Whitney Company from East Hartford and even moved half of the workers over.

He immediately couldn't help it and ran back to San Francisco just to visit this machinery manufacturing company and fulfill his wish.

"Xiwen, take him to have a look!" Chen Zhengwei had already seen it once, so he didn't plan to go over.

With the ability to develop and produce equipment, there are fewer restrictions in many aspects.

Even the ammunition production line can produce most of it, and together with the Remington Company, which he controls, the entire weapons production line can be produced.

Not just guns and ammunition, but also grenades, shells, and torpedoes!
Li Xiwen took Rong Hong to the machinery manufacturing company in the south area of Shichang Street, while Chen Zhengwei picked up his coat and went downstairs. The thugs in the casino followed Chen Zhengwei and protected him in front and behind.

"Brother Wei, do you want to arrange a carriage?" asked the club manager Acheng.

"No need, just walk a few steps. I'll go to the orphanage and take a look!" said Chen Zhengwei.

Lin Changning has been going to the orphanage every day recently, but he has never visited it.

Today I have the time to take a look.

"Mr. Chen!"

"Mr. Chen!"

The Chinese along the way all moved aside when they saw Chen Zhengwei. Chen Zhengwei smiled and nodded slightly, but it was unclear who he was responding to.

But it's already a big improvement. He used to be too lazy to even nod his head.

When they arrived at the orphanage, the gate was not closed. Before Chen Zhengwei even reached the door, he heard "Hoo! Heh!" from inside.

"Damn!" Chen Zhengwei wondered if Lin Changning had something wrong with his brain.

When I walked to the gate, I saw dozens of girls practicing boxing there.

Lin Changning walked around them with his hands behind his back. When he saw Chen Zhengwei, he didn't let them stop. He walked directly to the front door and smiled: "Why are you here?"

"You said to let them learn something so they can support themselves in the future, and then you taught them boxing? What? Escort?" Chen Zhengwei said unhappily.

"Read and learn characters in the morning, practice boxing in the afternoon, and roll cigarettes in the evening, so that when they leave the orphanage, they will have some money!" Lin Changning said.

She had a good idea. Not only did she let the girls learn to read and practice boxing, but she also had to roll cigarettes at night so that each child could save some money.

When I get older and leave the orphanage, I will have more money financially.

"Those sweatshops are not as cruel as you!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

Child workers in sweatshops only work 12 hours a day.

In the orphanage, 12 hours a day are not enough.

"When people practice boxing, their spirit and energy become different. They feel more confident and courageous! It doesn't require them to practice very well, but they have to be bolder and not be timid!" Lin Changning glared at him unhappily, and then continued.

These people were sold from Tianjin to Guangdong by human traffickers, detained for several months, and then sold here again.

They all received many beatings, and they were all very cautious, afraid of saying or doing something wrong.

She couldn't bear to see it, so she taught them boxing.

After hearing her words, Chen Zhengwei thought about it and stopped talking.

"What's the situation?" Chen Zhengwei looked inside and saw dozens of children, the youngest was only 9 years old and the oldest was 13 years old, looking at him curiously.

Although the clothes he was wearing were simple, they were still clean.

In addition, there are a few older people who are here to help.

"Everything has finally stabilized!" Lin Changning said.

It took a month for these people to finally feel at ease.

"Let's go in and take a look!"

……

In the evening, Chen Zhengwei and Lin Changning invited Yung Wing to have dinner at the restaurant again, and his henchman came to inform them.

"Brother Wei, Juan came to the club to look for you. It seems like he has something to do."

"Let him wait first!" Chen Zhengwei said without raising his head.

After his men left, Yung Wing continued to talk about the situation in Los Angeles.

Under the previous Washington Treaty, the U.S. government promised to fund infrastructure construction in Chinese communities, such as schools, hospitals, and transportation facilities.

He had someone send the budget to the state some time ago, and the state also contacted Washington, but there has been no response and the money has not arrived.

He talked to Chen Zhengwei and wanted Chen Zhengwei to urge him to do it.

After all, Chen Zhengwei has to do this.

"Don't worry! No one dares to delay my payment!" Chen Zhengwei nodded.

After dinner, Chen Zhengwei returned to the club, and Juan, who was sitting on the sofa, immediately stood up.

"Mr. Chen!"

Chen Zhengwei nodded, motioned for him to wait a moment, and called a henchman over: "Go up and have someone send a telegram to the Vice President's office."

"Transfer the money! Now!"

"Otherwise I'll go crazy!"

(End of this chapter)