The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 573 Chinese in Peru

In Peru, a group of Chinese people walk on a muddy dirt road.

Everyone was emaciated and covered in dirt, with numerous whip marks, scratches deep enough to see the bone, and large red areas from mosquito bites.

In front and behind this team of hundreds of people, there were only a few Peruvians watching with guns.

"Uncle, where do you think we are being taken?" A thin young man was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

"How should I know? Let's take it one step at a time!" The man called uncle looked to be in his forties or fifties, and his back was not straight. In fact, he was less than 30 years old.

"Will they kill us?" the thin young man asked with a tearful tone in his voice.

"Little Turtle, stop talking nonsense!" The others reached out and hit the young man on the head. After the scolding, the group fell silent, but no one felt at ease.

These foreigners have no credibility and don't treat them as human beings.

When I first boarded the ship, I was told nice things, and then after sailing all the way across the ocean to here, I was sent to the mines.

If you work a little slower, you will be whipped or even hung up and beaten.

Some people were either exhausted to death in the mines or hit by falling rocks. After death, their bodies were thrown outside and no one buried them.

These people thought that their fate would be death in the mine, so they would thank God and Mazu if they could return home alive.

However, a few days ago, a group of people suddenly rushed in and took them away.

This makes them feel panic and uneasy, not knowing what awaits them in the future.

After walking for a whole day, they were finally taken to a small town, where someone finally came to talk to them.

A man in decent clothes said to them with a smile: "You all look good! You are all healthy! You are very lucky!"

"What is this foreigner talking about?" The Chinese workers began to discuss.

Finally, there were a few people who could speak a few words of Spanish, and they asked loudly: "Where are you sending us? How are you going to treat us?"

"You are very lucky. You don't have to suffer anymore! From now on, you all belong to Mr. Chen! He is a very powerful Chinese and Peru's best friend! If you follow him, it will definitely be better than here!"

It took the Chinese a long time to understand what he was talking about, and they immediately started talking.

"Who is Mr. Chen?"

"He is of the same ethnic group as you, a yellow-skinned Chinese! But he is very powerful! You will know when you see him!" The visitor was an official arranged by Peru, who was specifically responsible for arranging to send these Chinese to Lima.

Soon, after eating a bowl of potatoes, these Chinese were loaded onto a train and transported to Lima.

"Do you think what that foreigner said was true or false?"

"Those ghosts don't tell the truth!"

"Even if it's true, we don't know what Mr. Chen wants us to do. Who would be so kind to save us?"

"I heard those ghosts are at war, maybe they want us to go to the battlefield!"

They were all deceived by the Chinese and sold onto the ship, and suffered so much. Now they dare not trust anyone except themselves.

Full of doubts and anxieties, they were sent to a resettlement site outside Lima, where they discovered that the people there were all Chinese.

Thousands of Chinese.

Some of these people were guano miners, some were silver miners like them, and some were sold to plantations.

But now they were all sent here.

Every day the Peruvians would give them some food, although it was not enough.

They just waited here.

They didn't think of running away. They were unfamiliar with the place, so where could they go? It was better for them to stay here and stick together.

At least seeing my compatriots around me can give me more courage.

There are several such resettlement sites outside Lima.

……

"Is that the Chilean navy ahead again?" Chen Zhengwei asked casually after hearing the crew's report.

"It's flying the Chilean flag, so it must be their navy."

"Fire and say hello to them. Then tell them to get away!" Chen Zhengwei ordered.

Although he hates people firing at him as a greeting, he really likes firing at others as a greeting.

At this time at sea, Chile added warships to blockade the northern ports of Peru. Of course, they only added a few wooden warships with a displacement of several hundred tons.

Looking at the huge fleet on the sea in the distance, all flying the American flag, the crew members of the Chilean fleet put down their work.

"Notify them that this is a war zone!" the Chilean Navy fleet commander immediately ordered.

In fact, he knew in his heart that the other party would definitely not leave like this, they were going to Peru.

Not long after he gave the order, several small gunboats on the opposite side spread out and surrounded the crowd, then loaded their main guns and fired.

Boom boom boom!
A large number of shells fell on the sea around them.

"The Americans are really going too far!" The Chilean Navy fleet commander's face was full of anger, and he really wanted to order the soldiers to fight back.

But he knew that was impossible!

There is only one final result, which is that most of the fleet will suffer casualties, or even be completely wiped out.

Chile cannot afford such losses!

"They're sending out flag signals!" shouted the signalman who was observing in the distance.

"what did they say?"

"They said... let's get out of the way!"

"Tell them this is a war zone, no passage allowed!"

The signalman shouted after a moment: "They are reloading the shells... They said that if you don't get out of the way, there will be a fight!"

The Chilean Navy fleet commander punched the rudder in anger, almost biting his teeth until they bled.

He really wanted to order the gunners to fire!
But he couldn't do that!
He knew that the ships must be carrying food and arms, and it was reported in international newspapers.

If these things were sent to Peru, no one knew how many people would die on the front line.

But if they open fire...Chile's naval advantage will be completely gone.

The commander's eyes were bloodshot and he was squeezing words out from between his teeth.

"Get out of the way! Let them pass!"

As the Chilean navy made way for the shipping lane, this huge transport fleet passed right through. All the Chilean navy looked at this huge fleet angrily.

The sailors of Chen Zhengwei's fleet were also looking at them.

But compared to them, the sailors of Chen Zhengwei's fleet were in a much happier mood!

"Come on, stick your butt up!" Chen Zhengwei raised his hand to tease the firecrackers.

Fireworks: Stick your butt up!

Chang Hong: Ah! Ah! I’m going to die! I’m going to die!

Wanyun was so angry that his ears turned red, and he raised his hand to hit Changhong!
"Gah! Stick your butt up!"

“Haha! I’m going to die! I’m going to die!”

The rainbow and the fireworks flew up at the same time, howling as they flew.

Wan Yun was so angry that he wished he had a gun in his hand.

As soon as Chen Zhengwei raised his hand, the firecracker fell on his arm. The sharp claws left two white marks on Chen Zhengwei's arm. In fact, the firecracker had tried very hard not to hurt Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei smiled and threw a Brazil nut to Huapao. Peruvians call this thing chestnut. He thought these two parrots were quite cute.

After passing through the Chilean blockade, we sailed for a few more days and arrived in Lima.

Upon hearing that Chen Zhengwei's fleet had arrived, Peruvian President de Pierravert personally brought people to greet them.

Seeing this fleet of dozens of ships, every Peruvian had a smile on his face.

With this batch of supplies, Peru's future days became much better.

Then the gangplank was lowered and Chen Zhengwei walked down from the boat with two macaws hanging on his shoulders.

"I think these two little rascals haven't caused any trouble to Mr. Chen?" Depierravit greeted with a smile.

Before Chen Zhengwei could say anything, Hua Pao raised his head and said, "Fuck your mother! Idiot!"

Wanyun and the other men who came down from behind Chen Zhengwei all laughed secretly. Wanyun was still worried about what these two idiots would say.

Fortunately, DePierlavit didn't understand what Huapao was saying.

"I like your gift very much!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile. "I also kept my promise and broke through the Chilean blockade! I will ship this batch of goods to you!"

"Guns! Bullets! Food! Medicine! And cloth! All the best!"

"I don't know how to express my gratitude. Peruvians will always remember the help given to us by Mr. Chen and the Chinese!" said DePirlavet, holding Chen Zhengwei's hands with both hands.

"By the way, we have brought all the Chinese in Peru here. Now we are just outside of Lima. There are more than 24,600 of them!"

"I believe that under the leadership of Mr. Chen, they will be able to live a better life!"

Chen Zhengwei nodded and moved into the manor arranged by Depierravit again. The manor had been given to him.

It is now his property in Peru.

That night, after the Peruvians held a banquet for Chen Zhengwei, they arranged for several girls to come to Chen Zhengwei's manor.

They also noticed that Chen Zhengwei liked novelty and would replace some of them every time.

While Chen Zhengwei was enjoying himself at the manor, a large number of workers at the dock were carrying cargo boxes down one after another and piling them up like a mountain on the dock.

DePirlavet looked at the guns and bullets that were transported, which were no different from before. Then he walked to another place where there were piles of food.

A hole was broken in a sack and a large amount of wheat flowed out.

DePierlavit grabbed a handful, crushed it in his hand, and asked the people around him, "How is it?"

"Some are from this year, and some are from last year, but they are well preserved and not moldy or black. They are all top-quality wheat!" the staff member next to him said immediately.

DePierlavette nodded, then went to check on the medications, which were also what they needed.

"The Chinese are very trustworthy!" laughed DePierravette.

"Yes, although he doesn't have a very good reputation internationally, mainly because he is rather overbearing! But he is very trustworthy and did not fool us with low-quality products. He is more trustworthy than those Europeans!" The person next to him agreed.

You know, those European merchants often sold them inferior goods at high prices.

Now that Peru is blockaded, those European businessmen have disappeared.

On the contrary, it was Chen Zhengwei who delivered the goods under such circumstances and did not deceive them with inferior products, which greatly increased the favorability of DePirlavite and the senior officials of the Peruvian cabinet towards him.

……

Chen Zhengwei attended several days of banquets and partied every night. After four days, he felt that he could not continue to degenerate like this.

"Let's go check on those Chinese people in the afternoon!" Chen Zhengwei called Su Ya and asked him to make the arrangements.

After all, there are more than 20,000 people!
He had to let these people know who helped them and who saved them.

Then, they all owed themselves a large sum of money.

It will take at least a year to pay it off.

Soon, Su Ya made all the arrangements and Chen Zhengwei left the city in a carriage.

Thousands of Chinese people live in a resettlement site in the suburbs. Several people are squeezed into a tent made of rags, with only some palm leaves spread on the ground for people to lie on.

"How long has it been going on? What exactly do those Peruvians want to do?" Chinese workers at the resettlement site discuss this every day.

Although there was no work to do and no whips here, they still couldn't feel at ease.

And even though they didn't have to work, they still didn't have enough to eat.

The Peruvians themselves were short of food, let alone them.

Just as those people were waiting in agony, the gate of the resettlement site was opened. First, dozens of Peruvian soldiers with guns came in, causing all the Chinese to look up.

Then five carriages were seen coming in and stopping, and people wearing canvas trousers, long boots, shirts and soft hats jumped out from the carriages in front and behind, with guns in their hands.

"Chinese?" After seeing the faces of those people clearly, the laborers at the resettlement site stood up from the ground and looked at the carriages in disbelief.

As soon as they got off the carriages, they knew they were different from them.

Then the middle carriage opened and a tall young man in red trousers, leather shoes and a white shirt got out.

Just standing there, one could feel the tremendous sense of oppression and power coming from him.

"Why does it smell so bad here?" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand.

"Brother Wei!" Su Ya quickly handed over a white silk scarf.

Chen Zhengwei covered his nose with a silk scarf and felt a little better. Then he looked around and saw a large number of dirty Chinese laborers crowded in the resettlement site, and even the color of their faces could not be seen.

Ninety percent of them still have braids.

These people stood there looking at him, wanting to come over but not daring to.

"Why are these people like quails?" Chen Zhengwei hated to see others acting timid and cowardly.

Of course, if someone dared to speak loudly to him, he would let the other person know how to talk to him.

"I dare say these people must have lice!" Chen Zhengwei looked down at the ground before walking towards these people.

Look around as you walk.

The Chinese looked at him timidly, wanting to ask something but not daring to.

Chen Zhengwei walked around here for a while before returning to the carriage: "Call them over!"

Soon, all the Chinese workers at the resettlement site were called together, and Chen Zhengwei reached out and pressed the carriage, then climbed over.

Looking ahead, there was a sea of thousands of people.

"You are lucky!" Chen Zhengwei shouted, speaking in a Taishan accent.

The workers suddenly became agitated, and the whole place was filled with buzz.

“They are really Chinese!”

“Sounds like someone from Taishan!”

"Is he the Mr. Chen?"

Seeing the buzzing sound below, Chen Zhengwei reached out to the henchman, who immediately handed him the submachine gun.

"That's not it!" Chen Zhengwei said dissatisfiedly.

It was Su Ya who reacted quickly and took out a revolver and handed it to Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei nodded in satisfaction and pulled the trigger towards the sky.

Bang bang bang bang!

As the gunshots sounded, the Chinese people suddenly quieted down.