The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 539: If you recharge the money, you are my friend!
At night, only a few gas lamps lit the streets of New Orleans dimly.

Several KKK members walked aimlessly on the streets, looking for targets to attack.

In the past, the KKK always wore white robes and hoods, but after arriving here, their clothing and the way they behaved changed a bit.

After all, this is not Texas, but the territory of the White Alliance, and the KKK's attire is too conspicuous.

And they are not familiar with the white people here.

Now I am just looking for someone to vent my anger on.

"Why can't I see a single person tonight? Those black guys don't dare to come out! I can imagine them hiding at home, trembling with fear on their faces!" A man put his hands on his waist, reeking of alcohol, and teased his companion with laughter and contempt.

"This is the South. We should kill all those niggers. Then we will go back to Texas and drive away those yellow monkeys!" His companion was also drunk.

The clothes of several people were not clean, and their lives here were not easy. They did not dare to go back to Texas, so they could only vent their anger on those black people.

One of them, holding up his pants, walked to the entrance of the alley to relieve himself, but he didn't notice that there were several black men in dark clothes five meters away from him.

Those people stood in the shadows, as if blending into the darkness.

Racial talent: Invisibility +1.
The light footsteps and breathing made him look up subconsciously, and then he saw a stick coming towards his head. As he fell, the black man in the alley rushed towards the other people.

Gunshots suddenly rang out on the street.

When the knocked down man woke up, he found himself lying on the ground, surrounded by black people holding torches and looking at him.

The hatred and cruelty in her eyes made him feel cold all over.

"You...you..." The man staggered to his feet, and suddenly someone rushed up and punched him in the face.

He stumbled to the side and another man kicked him.

"kill him!"

The black people around shouted in unison.

"Wait, don't hit me..." The man felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, filled with anger and fear.

Nathaniel pushed through the crowd and came over. The white man seemed to have grasped a lifeline: “Are you their leader?”

"How dare you do this to me? My companions will definitely not let you go. If you dare to make a move, they will kill you all!"

Nathaniel said to him coldly: "We just want to live. What have we done wrong?"

"We don't want to be slaves. We just want to live like everyone else in this country!"

"But you won't let us live!"

"We will never be bullied by you like cattle and sheep again. We will fight for ourselves!"

"Fight!" The black people around them shouted immediately.

"fighting!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

Seeing the turbulent crowd around him, the white man turned his head and looked around, his face full of fear.

Nathaniel drew a short knife from his waist.

"No, no..." the white man begged, the dagger reflecting the light of the surrounding torches and shining on his face.

It also allowed others to see his weakness, and all the black people around him became excited.

Nathaniel stepped forward and slashed the white man on the shoulder. The white man ran away frantically, but was punched in the face and staggered back.

Another black youth stabbed him directly in the shoulder with a dagger.

Then another person stabbed him in the leg with a dagger.

The white man kept howling.

Nathaniel watched as the people around him rushed forward, hitting each other with daggers and stones.

The white man screamed for mercy at first, but soon the sound stopped.

However, the sounds of fists, stones, kicks and blows hitting bodies did not disappear until several minutes later, when Nathaniel finally separated the crowd. The white man had already been beaten to death.

Nathaniel dipped his hand in his blood and smeared it on his face. Others did the same thing, dipping their hands in the blood and touching their faces.

Nathaniel looked around, taking in the bloodstained faces.

His eyes were full of light, and he raised his arms and shouted:
"From now on, we are warriors! Fighting for our survival!"

"fighting!"

That night, in addition to the white man who was captured and beaten to death, several of his companions were also killed on the streets.

The next day, their bodies were found, causing quite a stir.

The local detectives rushed directly to the slums, beat the poor people there with sticks, and interrogated the murderer.

However, they did not notice that the eyes of these black people looking at them were already filled with hatred and murderous intent.

At some point, they were surrounded by skinny black people.

"Stop!" The leading agent realized something was wrong and turned his head to look around. When he saw the expressions and gazes of those black people, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Then he became angry and pulled out the gun from his waist and yelled, "Get out of my way! What do you want to do with so many people here?"

"You don't go to work, so you deserve not to have food to eat!"

"Pah!" a black man spat on his beautiful boots.

The agent was immediately furious. He pointed a gun at the black man with one hand and hit him on the head with a stick with the other hand: "Nigger, lick it clean!"

boom!
Suddenly a gunshot rang out in the crowd.

The detective was stunned for a moment, and blood flowed out of his back. The other police officers felt nervous and pulled out their guns.

The black people around, who were usually as docile as animals, rushed up with crazy looks on their faces.

A few more gunshots were heard, and several black men fell to the ground.

However, some of the black people were holding guns, and more of them pulled out knives and rushed forward.

But in just a moment, there were the sounds of knives piercing human bodies.

Those police officers were stabbed to death on the street with a look of disbelief on their faces.

When Nathaniel arrived, there was only a group of black people surrounding the bodies of the policemen to vent their anger.

Nathaniel was completely stunned when he learned the details.

In fact, he didn't want to kill the police. He just wanted to kill a few KKK members and then unite the black people.

But others are too impulsive.

Pushing things directly to the point of no return.

Things just started and got out of control.

"Now let's think about what to do!" George pulled Nathaniel and said with some worry and fear.

You have to know that the police department in New Orleans is very strong, with two to three hundred police officers.

They killed the police, and now they are in trouble.

……

At noon, Chen Zhengwei climbed out of bed, reached out and patted Xiseli on the buttocks twice. Xiseli twisted her body in her sleep.

Then he walked to the window and drew back the curtains.

He would smoke a cigar or cigarette first thing in the morning.

After a while, I went to release the water.

Since his private life has been quite regular recently, he has been well maintained, and every day the water is like a waterfall all the way to the bottom. When he finished smoking, Cicely got up, Chen Zhengwei changed his clothes and went downstairs, while Cicely had to wait for the maid to help her dress up.

"Brother Wei, the blacks in New Orleans are rebelling! They are fighting with the local police!" The henchman handed over a newspaper.

"When did these black people become so brave?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He had intended from the beginning to instigate a fight between blacks and whites.

But those black people are just like Ninja Turtles, each one more docile than a lamb.

When did you become so bold as to rebel?
Chen Zhengwei took the newspaper and read it for a while, and suddenly remembered something: "Last time in San Francisco...were those two black people from New Orleans?"

"It seems to be them!" The henchman was not sure either.

"This is interesting!" Chen Zhengwei read the newspaper with a smile.

The seeds I sowed have finally sprouted.

After reading the newspaper, I found out that several local police officers disappeared in the slums. Subsequently, the police investigation led to a conflict with the black people in the slums, and a gunfight broke out between the two sides.

Those white people don't take black people seriously and treat them like animals.

But when those blacks really started to resist, the white people also felt a little scared.

You have to know that in New Orleans, black people account for a quarter of the population.

There are more than 50,000 people.

If these people rebel, the local police will be terrified.

"Notify Schultz to keep an eye on that side. If there is a chance, you can give them some help. Also, as long as they can pay, sell them guns!"

Chen Zhengwei thought for a moment and said.

This is an opportunity.

After sitting there and thinking for a while, Chen Zhengwei felt that he could ask someone to lobby the New Orleans city government to suppress them, and then put more pressure on them to intensify the conflict between the two sides.

"Marcelo hasn't left yet, right? Go ask him. If he hasn't left, have him meet me in the restaurant later."

Marcelo is a gang leader in New Orleans, so he can definitely do this.

Marcelo recently spent time in New York's Haymarket (nightlife district) and was in no rush to return to New Orleans after the meeting.

While Chen Zhengwei and Cicely were having dinner, Marcelo went to the lounge area with a sofa and waited.

After Chen Zhengwei finished his meal, he went over and Marcelo quickly stood up: “Mr. Chen!”

Chen Zhengwei took the newspaper from his henchman and threw it to Marcelo: "Look!"

Marcelo read the newspaper carefully, thinking about Chen Zhengwei's intention.

After a moment, he asked, "Mr. Chen, are you referring to the exchange of fire between black people and police?"

"That's right. I need you to lobby the New Orleans government to suppress them! The more people who die, the better!"

"But don't get into conflict with them!"

Marcelo's mind raced, and he understood Chen Zhengwei's intention.

Because Chen Zhengwei had asked him to do something similar before, he knew that Chen Zhengwei wanted to provoke conflict between the two sides, but he didn't know why Chen Zhengwei wanted to do this and what his ultimate goal was.

This was an easy task for him.

"I see, Mr. Chen. I'll send a telegram and have someone do it in a minute!"

Chen Zhengwei nodded, and after Marcelo left, he asked someone to call Xu Yan over.

"Go send invitations to those wealthy people for the club's opening!"

"Have you made the VIP card I asked you to make before?"

"Brother Wei, I made it according to your request. I made 10 diamond cards, 50 gold cards, and 300 silver cards. I also had the bonus cards made. These cards alone cost a lot of money."

Chen Zhengwei nodded. Other people’s VIP cards were given to important people, while his VIP card was used to cut off big customers.

A diamond card requires a top-up of $100 million, a gold card $30, and a silver card $5.

For wealthy people like JP Morgan, Andrew Carnegie, and Rockefeller, only a diamond card is worthy of their status.

As long as you recharge the card, you are my friend.

If you don’t top up your card, that means you have something against me, and I’m going to get mad!

Of course, the treatment that deserves should still be given. There are several boxes in the club that are not open to the public. They are only open to diamond card VIPs, and they can be used for free at any time.

In addition, there are exclusive waitresses, exclusive menus, exclusive activities, exclusive concierge treatment, and valuable gifts during festivals.

If you encounter any problems, you can also send a telegram to Chen Zhengwei from a hotel or club in mainland China.

The only thing missing is consumption discounts, after all, these people don’t care about discounts.

Gold members also have corresponding waitresses, menus, activities, concierge and gift benefits, and if they encounter difficult problems, they can seek help from mainland hotels in various places.

As for silver members, they only enjoy some activities and gift benefits, and some discounts on consumption.

……

Soon, Xu Yan had his men deliver the complimentary cards and invitations to the wealthy and politicians in New York.

In most cases, wealthy people are also politicians, and politicians are wealthy people.

Some of the important figures were sent over by Xu Yan himself.

For example, JP Morgan, an invitation letter was soon delivered to JP Morgan.

JP Morgan opened it casually and saw that in addition to the invitation letter, there was also an accompanying black 32-karat card with gold text protruding from the paper.

is real gold.

They are all glued on with adhesive after they are made.

This made JP Morgan feel very good. Just a card was full of luxury, and it also showed that the other party valued him very much.

"Diamond card? Gold card? Silver card?"

JP Morgan's eyes swept over the golden words.

Even the recharge prices and benefits are listed above.

"This guy... is really asking for too much!" JP Morgan frowned. He could see Chen Zhengwei's purpose at a glance.

Apart from him, no one else would include such a recharge item in the invitation letter, which was almost like telling them to recharge.

It's no different than robbery.

It's just robbery under a different name.

Moreover, only by depositing 100 million US dollars can one be qualified to send a telegram directly to Chen Zhengwei, which also makes Chen Zhengwei seem very arrogant.

After carefully reading the contents of the card, JP Morgan placed it on the table.

The golden words made a slight sound when they hit the table.

Although Chen Zhengwei was clearly robbing, he still decided to spend the one million.

After all, you might not get much benefit from paying that money.

But if you don't pay this money, there will definitely be disadvantages.

Other wealthy people in New York also received invitations.

These wealthy people had different thoughts and attitudes, but they all decided to go and show their support and get a membership card.

On the contrary, those ordinary wealthy people, after receiving such a card with all the words made of gold, felt that they were very valued and kept the card carefully.

Even the words on the card attached to the invitation are made of gold, so you can imagine how luxurious this club is.

(End of this chapter)