The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 530: Not Coming to the Funeral to Cause Trouble
At this time, there was a dense crowd of people standing on Capitol Hill, and many people were standing on the steps looking around.

After the carriages arrived at the Capitol, people got off the carriages and were then led to the rotunda.

The carriages will be directed in other directions.

Even though a number of people were arranged to provide guidance, there was still some chaos on Capitol Hill.

There were so many people attending the funeral.

In addition to American politicians, senior military officials, and envoys from various countries, there are also some top wealthy people and representatives of the people.

Just as people were lining up to attend the memorial service in the rotunda, a line of horse-drawn carriages came up from the foot of the hill.

When people saw the coachman, their eyes flickered and they subconsciously moved aside.

The coachman in the carriage has yellow skin.

"Seeing these carriages, some people were filled with anger. Thinking of the rumors these days, a representative of the people stood on the side of the road and shouted loudly: "Yellow monkey, get out!"

Following this voice, more people shouted.

This made the people in front couldn't help but look back.

When Chen Zhengwei heard the sound, he immediately stopped the carriage.

Then the door was opened, and the representatives saw a man in a red gentleman's suit, as strong and tall as a bear, getting out of the carriage.

Hundreds of people also got off the other carriages.

"Who shouted just now?" Chen Zhengwei stood beside the carriage, took out a cigar and handed it to the henchman, then asked.

Some people looked towards the crowd, especially the big man who shouted at the beginning. Because his voice was so loud, many people noticed him.

Seeing other people looking at him, the big man suddenly became a little timid, but he mustered up his courage and straightened his chest and said, "It's me, are you going to hit me? Just like what you did before!"

Chen Zhengwei took the cut cigar from the henchman, and the henchman lit it for him. Then he swayed his body and walked towards the other person.

Standing in front of Chen Zhengwei, one can feel the terrifying oppression coming from him.

The citizen representative subconsciously took a step back, and Chen Zhengwei blew a puff of smoke into his face.

"Hit you? No need! Check which company he works for..." Chen Zhengwei ordered the henchman next to him, and then sneered at him: "If you offend me, no capitalist in the United States will dare to hire you. There is no place for you here! Even the US government won't hire you!"

"Do you know why? Because I am rich and influential. All capitalists are my friends, and they will not hire someone like you who... has offended me!" Chen Zhengwei pointed at himself.

"Those capitalists are smarter than you. They know that in America, the most important thing is money! Not skin color!"

"You think you are brave? No, you are stupid! You have ruined your own future, your family, and even your friends!"

Chen Zhengwei's voice was full of mockery, and it was loud enough for everyone around to hear it clearly.

"You're finished! Your life is over!"

Chen Zhengwei smiled and turned away.

When the others heard these words, they felt a chill deep in their bones, especially the people's representative, who stood there unable to move.

Seeing that Chen Zhengwei was about to leave, he subconsciously reached out to grab Chen Zhengwei: "Don't go!"

Chen Zhengwei suddenly turned around and kicked out.

boom!
The big man was kicked into the crowd by him and couldn't get up on the spot.

"You all saw it... He attacked me!" Chen Zhengwei looked around with a smile on his face and said to his henchman:
"Go to the police! Accuse him of racial discrimination and violent assault."

"A thug like this...prison is more suitable for him!"

"In fact, prison is a good place for him. At least he can have a bite to eat! Otherwise, he will really starve to death outside!"

After Chen Zhengwei finished speaking, he laughed and walked away.

No one else around dared to speak.

Chen Zhengwei's fierce and brutal means of revenge made everyone afraid to stand up.

A few men were left here to handle things, while Chen Zhengwei walked in with his men, smoking a cigar, and the people in front moved to the sides.

After what happened just now, no one outside dared to say anything more.

And the people inside...didn't dare to say anything more.

Everyone watched as a tall bear-like figure wearing a red gentleman's suit and looking very happy pushed his way through the crowd and headed towards the Capitol building.

When they arrived at the entrance of the Capitol building, Chen Zhengwei signaled most of the people to stay outside, and he took a dozen people in.

He simply pushed away the staff in front of him and had no interest in even listening to what they said.

Most of the people here are government officials, as well as wealthy people and ministers from various countries who are walking and chatting.

When they saw a red figure coming in, they knew who it was without having to look closely.

Only one person would do this in such an occasion and wearing such a color.

Besides, there was a man in a white gentleman's suit behind him...

These people blatantly do not take the U.S. government seriously.

"It seems the timing is just right. I just got off the boat and finally got here after rushing so hard!" Chen Zhengwei looked very happy.

"How can such a big thing be done without me? Fortunately, it was postponed for a few days, otherwise I might not be able to make it in time!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and then a hint of realization flashed in their eyes.

No wonder the funeral ceremony was postponed for four days... Could it be that they were waiting for this guy? Although everyone knew that Chen Zhengwei had actually been in Washington, he still had to pretend.

"Mr. Porgy! We meet again!"

"I didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Chen." French Minister Jules Borgia smiled and nodded.

"Morgan, I didn't expect you to be here too. It's been a while since we last met. You should hold a party to welcome me. Remember to arrange some beautiful women!"

"I'm afraid Miss Cicely will blame me!" JP Morgan was also well-informed and said with a smile.

"I don't think you would be afraid of the DuPont family!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"Ms. Cicely is different!" JP Morgan cleverly complimented Chen Zhengwei.

Even now that the president is dead, he has become very honest.

Ouyang Ming stood in the crowd, watching Chen Zhengwei wearing a bright red suit and looking very excited at the funeral, while others greeted and responded to him. He became more and more aware of Chen Zhengwei's influence in the United States.

In other words, it is deterrence.

Although I heard a lot about it after arriving in New York, and even heard fragments of it when others were chatting when I got here, I guessed that this matter was related to Chen Zhengwei.

But he was more shocked by the scene because he had never seen it with his own eyes.

A Chinese laborer... in the United States, relying on a group of people and a group of guns, as well as his vengeful character and brutal methods, made everyone fear him. It can be said that he was rampant.

Even the British and French ambassadors did not dare to disrespect him.

Compare this with the arrogance of foreign ministers in the Qing Dynasty, it is simply amazing.

"Why are you all holding flowers? Is this the custom in the United States?" Chen Zhengwei was a little surprised when he saw many people holding bouquets of flowers.

"It's okay if you don't take it!" others said.

"How can that be? People who don't know would think I'm rude!"

Chen Zhengwei turned his head and saw the bouquet in the hand of Russian Minister Edward Andreevich Stocker, and snatched it away.

"This is good, give it to me!"

Edward Stocker immediately became unhappy, took a step forward and glared at Chen Zhengwei:

"Do you think our Russian Empire is easy to bully?"

"Any problem? Shorty, I heard that you like to duel with people?" Chen Zhengwei lowered his head slightly and looked down at Edward Stockton with a mocking look on his face.

When Stockton saw everyone's eyes were on him, he impulsively took off the glove on his left hand. His adjutant and entourage rushed up to stop him and dragged him aside.

"You want to cause trouble at the funeral of the President of the United States?" Chen Zhengwei suddenly laughed and pointed at him and said, "I really admire your courage."

Then his face darkened: "Next time I see you, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but beat you to death! You'd better stay away from me!"

"Funeral? But I think you're here to celebrate!" Stockton retorted with hatred flashing in his eyes.

He would not endure humiliation even if he died, but this was the funeral of the President of the United States after all.

He wasn't going to cause trouble here.

He has had many opportunities to meet Chen Zhengwei recently, and let this "Жёлтый (yellow, a discriminatory name)" see how powerful he is.

"Don't talk nonsense! We all wear this at funerals over there! Those lying down don't say anything, so why should you speak?" Chen Zhengwei curled his lips and said nonchalantly.

The riots and conflicts here have already attracted the attention inside.

After William Wheeler heard about what happened, he immediately rubbed his temples.

Sure enough, that guy was here to cause trouble.

And she was wearing a red dress... I had to bear it.

Soon, Chen Zhengwei led his men into the rotunda, and Rutherford Hayes's coffin was placed in the middle.

"I only have one set of clothes. As you know, it's hard to buy clothes with my body shape. And they said my clothes don't fit... Do you want me to take them off?" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile to William Wheeler and others not far away.

William Wheeler, Secretary of State William Everts, Speaker of the House of Representatives and others all felt their temples throbbing.

They all felt like their temples were about to explode.

"It's enough as long as the intention is there!" William Wheeler took a deep breath and said.

"I said it's not that big of a deal. It's good enough as long as the thought is there!" Chen Zhengwei laughed, and the solemn atmosphere of the circular hall was completely destroyed by him.

"I also took flowers! Don't say I'm impolite!" Chen Zhengwei handed the flowers to Xu Yan and asked him to put them next to the coffin.

Then he led the people around the coffin and sat directly on the chair in the front row outside.

He came to attend the funeral, not to cause trouble.

Seeing Chen Zhengwei calm down, the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The people behind also came in and saw Chen Zhengwei sitting in the front row with his legs crossed, then they looked away.

Especially when the representatives of the people rushed in, their eyes subconsciously fell on Chen Zhengwei.

After all, that red outfit is too conspicuous.

Some journalists have already thought about how to write the news release.

(End of this chapter)