The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 504 It doesn’t matter who comes, what matters is who doesn’t come

Galveston is too close to Houston.

Ever since Chen Zhengwei arrived in Houston, Houston has been in turmoil.

There are deaths almost every day.

Especially the murder of William Rice and several other congressmen and wealthy people. Although the newspapers said it was done by the KKK, they had already heard the truth.

This has caused Chen Zhengwei's name to be circulated among the city's wealthy and famous circles recently.

At recent banquets, this Chinese man was almost inevitably talked about.

Therefore, as soon as Chen Zhengwei appeared at the train station in Galveston, the news immediately reached the ears of celebrities, politicians and wealthy people.

"The Chinese are coming? Zhengwei Chen?" When the mayor of Galveston, George P. Finnegan, heard the news, his body tensed up for a moment.

He had no choice but to be nervous. Wherever that Chinese man went, people would die.

And unlike other gang members or violent people, he rarely does anything to ordinary people.

On the contrary, celebrities, politicians and top wealthy people are easily targeted by him.

Moreover, he had no scruples at all and dared to kill anyone.

In fact, Chen Zhengwei has a very bad reputation in the American upper class, notorious/infamous, and it is for this reason.

"Are you sure it's him?" George Finnegan asked.

"It must be him. The Chinese man who looks like a bear has been known all along. He can be recognized at a glance."

"Where did he go?" George Finnegan asked a little nervously.

"He's in the café in front of the train station. He has no plans to leave for now. I don't know what he's waiting for."

George Finnegan thought for a moment, then stood up, put on his coat, and walked out holding his hat.

"He's waiting for us!"

……

At an estate in Galveston, William L. Moody also learned of Chen Zhengwei's arrival in the city.

William Moody is the founder of the Moody family and a famous financial tycoon. He also has a huge influence in the cotton trade.

"I heard that some people went to greet him..." William Moody's butler said on the side.

William Moody's eyes moved and he gave the order.

"Turn down all other invitations in the next few days. If the Chinese send an invitation to a banquet, accept it. I will go!"

He doesn't like Chen Zhengwei...

Houston Congressman Chapman, who was killed by Chen Zhengwei, also had a great influence on the cotton trade in Texas and was his business partner.

Even if this incident is not taken into account, no one would like a yellow person who is rampant and bullying in the white people's territory.

He also didn't intend to provoke Chen Zhengwei, after all, Chen Zhengwei would really kill people.

So he would attend Chen Zhengwei's banquet, but given his status, he had not yet reached the point where he would lower his posture and run to the train station to greet the Chinese man after hearing the news.

……

"Write down the names of the people who will be here later." Chen Zhengwei said to Green while sitting in the coffee shop.

"It doesn't matter who comes, the main thing is those who didn't come, they must have something against me!"

"Boss, how long shall we wait here?" In front of Green was a cup of black tea with a large amount of milk added, and a faint milky aroma wafted out.

In fact, what he wanted to ask was how the boss could be sure that they would come.

"It won't be long, someone smart will definitely come here!" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"In this era, those who can make money are either smart, lucky, or fierce and ruthless."

"This will separate out the ones with brains. We need to cooperate with these people!"

While the two were talking, a man with a golden mustache and dressed in respectable clothes got off the carriage and walked into the cafe with his bodyguards.

As soon as I entered the coffee shop, I saw Chen Zhengwei sitting there. Even sitting there, there was a feeling of "hugeness" and a sense of oppression.

The seats around were all filled with Chinese.

The moment he came in, many people had their hands under the table.

He believed that there was more than one gun pointed at him under the table.

"No wonder some people call him 'BIG. Chinaman'." The man with the mustache thought about it and walked to Chen Zhengwei's table with a respectful smile on his face. He took off his hat and revealed his blond hair:
"Is this Mr. Chen from San Francisco? I'm Henry Rosenberg, welcome to Galveston. I've already arranged a hotel, please come, Mr. Chen. The local wealthy people will hold a reception here to welcome Mr. Chen."

Henry Rosenberg, a Swiss immigrant and tycoon in the banking and real estate industries, not only owned a large amount of real estate in Galveston, but also the Tremont Hotel, the best hotel in Galveston.

Chen Zhengwei smiled and stretched out his hand to shake his hand, then said, "Sit down!"

Green consciously stepped aside.

"Galveston is the pearl of Texas. I believe Mr. Chen will like it here... The weather here is great, much better than the weather in Switzerland. Even in winter, people feel warm and there is no discomfort." Henry Rosenberg smiled after sitting down, and then chatted with Chen Zhengwei about the local weather.

"Mr. Rosenberg is Swiss?" Chen Zhengwei smiled as he looked at the other person's hair color.

"Yes, like Mr. Chen, I am also an immigrant. We are both outsiders!" Henry Rosenberg said with a smile, instantly bringing them closer.

"I was born and raised in the United States!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

While the two were talking, a few more wealthy people came over.

"This is a welcoming city. I believe Mr. Chen will like it here." Another rich man said with a smile.

"I think so too!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

Then a man in his forties with a big beard walked in.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Mayor!" The rich man in the cafe nodded slightly at George Finnegan as a sign of respect.

However, this respect was much less than when facing Chen Zhengwei.

After all, the mayor is not a very impressive position, and his relationship with them is more of a collaborator.

"Is this Mr. Chen?" George Finnegan walked quickly to Chen Zhengwei and said, "I am George Finnegan, the mayor of this city. On behalf of Galveston, I welcome Mr. Chen!"

Only then was Chen Zhengwei satisfied.

Several famous wealthy people and the mayor of this city came to greet him, which shows that this city is very warm.

He can also save a lot of trouble.

Soon, Chen Zhengwei checked into the Tremont Hotel, and there was a small reception banquet that evening.

Those attending the banquet were Tremont's top wealthy people and politicians, as well as their families.

This gave Chen Zhengwei a very good impression of Galveston.

The people here are very welcoming.

At least they are much more enthusiastic than people in Houston.

"Have you written down all the names? Who didn't come?" After checking into the hotel, Chen Zhengwei asked Green.

"William L. Moody, and George Sidney Brown..." Green said after checking the list.

"Are Americans so careless in naming? Either William, George, John, Henry, Robert, James..." Chen Zhengwei laughed:
"Among those rich people, eight out of ten have these names, not to mention the ordinary people. If I throw a stone from here, I can hit five Georges."

"To be honest, I'm almost fed up with these names! They're not recognizable at all!" Just like in China, everyone knows that there are many people named Wang Wei and Zhang Wei, but if you know eight out of ten people named Wang Wei, Zhang Wei, Li Wei, Yang Wei, Cai Wei, and Zhou Wei, you can't stand it.

"Go on!" Chen Zhengwei muttered a few words and waved his hand in boredom.

"William Moody is a giant in the cotton trade and a financial tycoon."

"George Brown was a railroad and shipping magnate."

Green was talking about the top local rich people. As for those ordinary rich people, Chen Zhengwei didn't care about them.

They may not know yet that Chen Zhengwei has arrived in this city.

"If I want to find someone to make an example of, who do you think would be a good choice?" Chen Zhengwei asked casually.

"The cotton planting industry in Texas is very developed... William Moody's influence is even greater..." Green thought for a moment and said tactfully.

In his opinion, although George Brown was a railroad and shipping tycoon, his influence on Texas was much smaller and he had a lot of assets, so he was more suitable to be used as an example to scare the monkeys.

Chen Zhengwei can also take over his shipping business.

He knew that Chen Zhengwei had always been interested in shipping and was very unhappy with the plantation owners in Cuba.

"It's decided, it's William Moody!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand casually.

Green froze for a moment, feeling as if he had expressed himself incorrectly.

But seeing that Chen Zhengwei no longer cared about this matter... he thought about it and swallowed back the rest of his words.

……

In New York, at the French Legation, Jules Poggi had just returned from outside when a legation staff member came up to him and said:

"Mr. Minister, there is a telegram from home."

"What's the matter?" Jules Borgia reached out and took the telegram.

"A man named Viscount de Calment was murdered in Texas, and the news reached the country... The Ministry of Foreign Affairs ordered an investigation and severe punishment of the murderer to protect the interests and lives of French citizens in the United States."

"Texas...what happened there recently?" Jules Poggi asked, not caring much about his identity as a viscount.

This is the French Third Republic.

Although many nobles still have great influence, no one cares about those fallen nobles.

"China Chen is over there..." the staff reminded.

Jules Borgia paused, turned around and asked, "Did he do it?"

"There's news that he did it... because Viscount de Calmen didn't have a new dress... he never wore his dress a second time, so he refused China Chen's invitation to the banquet."

"And then he was killed."

After hearing these words, Jules Borgia began to have a headache.

He had met Chen Zhengwei several times and the Chinese guy left a deep impression on him.

What impressed him even more was that... Britain gave him aid, and then he beat up the British envoy.

Afterwards, the British Foreign Office sent a telegram demanding an explanation from the US government, and then... the US government paid compensation and apologized.

This matter is known to everyone in diplomatic circles.

"But the newspaper said it was done by the KKK!" the staff member added.

Jules Borgia suddenly felt relieved. Since it was done by the KKK, it would be easy to deal with.

"Next time, tell me something important like this sooner! Go buy a train ticket. I'm going to Washington tomorrow!"

I will go to Washington to find the U.S. House of Representatives tomorrow and demand that they give an explanation and severely punish the murderer.

Apologize and offer compensation.

Avoid this from happening again.

……

In a dilapidated wooden house in the slums of New Orleans, dozens of black people sat on the ground.

George was reading a newspaper. The content of the newspaper was about the crackdown on the KKK in Texas, and the wealthy people in Houston were donating money enthusiastically as bonuses for the crackdown on the KKK.

Those black people's eyes were full of envy. They could earn $3 for reporting a KKK member.

They didn't make $30 in two months.

The main reason is long-term unemployment, so they often go hungry.

Nathaniel said excitedly, "Finally someone can say no to those racists!"

"As expected of Mr. Chen! He always has a solution!"

After he and George went to San Francisco, his mind became much clearer and at least he knew what to do.

In a short period of time, he gathered hundreds of people.

"It would be great if it were in New Orleans!" a black man said enviously.

Not only can they fight against those racists, but they can also get bonuses, which makes them envious.

"Louisiana and Texas are so close, the wind of freedom will surely blow over!" Nathaniel encouraged everyone, his eyes full of color, hope, enthusiasm, courage, and confidence, which are extremely rare among black people.

As a result, not only did more than a hundred poor black people follow him, but even the owner of the store at the corner of the street was optimistic about him and gave him some financial assistance.

At least he won't go hungry anymore.

He also believed more in Chen Zhengwei's words. He wanted to spread the dreams of black people throughout the United States and unite the six million black people in the United States into one fist.

Just like those Chinese, fight for their own rights.

"But we can't just wait for the wind of freedom to blow, we have to blow the wind of freedom ourselves!"

"Mr. Chen also said that as long as we can do something to let him see our cohesion, he will fund us. Then we will have guns and can fight against those white people!"

"For the future of every race, there must be some people who stand up! If they continue to be numb, we will never succeed."

“We must first awaken others. No one wants to be bullied, no one wants to go hungry, but they don’t know where the future lies and what to do.

We need to wake them up and let them fight for their own future!"

"White people can live to 50, but we can only live to 30. Once we reach adulthood, death is getting closer and closer to us."

"In this short life, we must do something so that our children will not be like us!"

Inspired by him, other black people's eyes were also filled with brilliance.

"Yes, we have to do something! We don't want to starve, we don't want to be bullied, we have to fight!"

"Only by fighting can others stop bullying us."

"Will we not fight? No, in the Civil War, so many of our compatriots fought for freedom..."

Nathaniel's words continued to echo in this dilapidated house.

In addition to the people inside the house, there were also some people from the slums sitting outside the house, listening intently.

There are men, women, and children...

(End of this chapter)