The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 599 The Bronze Giant of Cuba

Such a large-scale attack and murder in Cuba appeared in Spanish newspapers a few days later, and then in some international newspapers.

However, it did not cause any waves. Recently, many people in the international community have been paying attention to another matter that is related to their own interests.

"Penicillin", known as God's gift to mankind, has now been delivered to many countries.

Especially in Britain, Randolph Churchill returned to London with 1500 vials of penicillin and received an unexpected welcome.

And some of the penicillin was immediately handed over to the hospital to treat several selected common patients.

A woodcutter with an infected wound, a sailor with syphilis, and a laundress with pneumonia.

Almost every day the hospital entrance is surrounded by reporters who flock to inquire about the situation through various channels.

The whole of Britain was also paying attention to the effectiveness of penicillin.

Many nobles and wealthy people wanted to try the effect of penicillin first, but they would never let anyone know that they were infected with syphilis, or that their names were related to the disease, even if it appeared in the same news.

Therefore, the few patients in the hospital are truly ordinary people.

And Randolph Churchill has become the most popular and prominent person in London recently.

He frequents various banquets every night.

He had offended the Crown Prince before and was kicked out of London's social circle, but this time he finally got a chance to feel proud.

"LORD Randolph Churchill, is that medicine really that magical?" In the banquet hall, several nobles surrounded Randolph Churchill with wine glasses in their hands.

(LORD, a noble heir, is usually added before the name of a person who does not have the right of inheritance, indicating etiquette. It is omitted later.)
"Of course, it's even more amazing than you can imagine!" Randolph Churchill smiled and did not hesitate to praise and brag about penicillin. He enjoyed being surrounded by people.

"I saw with my own eyes in the United States that an infected patient who had been diagnosed by doctors as needing amputation stood up from the bed a week later!"

“That’s why I stayed in the United States for so long just to see the effects with my own eyes.”

"I saw in the newspaper that a friend of mine has been coughing since he caught a cold, so I thought..."

"Sorry, 1500 are too few. Almost all of them have been reserved by those gentlemen. How about the next batch?" Randolph Churchill said. A batch of penicillin had indeed been reserved.

They are all big shots.

As for the rest, he needs to make some allies.

For him, penicillin was the best gift, especially for those who needed it.

It is always more important to provide help when it is needed.

So Randolph Churchill had no plans to sell it for the time being, at least not within three months.

This is also thanks to his business in Chicago, which provides him with a lot of cash every month, otherwise he would not be able to support it.

And obviously, the viscount in front of him was not someone who needed timely help.

After a while, Randolph Churchill was chatting and laughing with several other ladies.

"I read in the newspaper today that there was a very brutal mass murder in Cuba..."

"Do you know that Chinese man? People say he is very cruel. Is that true?" a lady asked curiously. Recently, she could always see news about Chen Zhengwei in international newspapers.

And whenever his name appears, it is usually associated with violence, murder, and war.

The Battle of Chicago, the Battle of Annapolis, the Austin Massacre, Panama, Peru, Colombia… and now Cuba.

His name will always be associated with these things.

"As his friend, I must correct this..." Randolph Churchill paused, then smiled and said, "This is not a rumor!"

"If you meet him, you'll know that he's full of violence!"

Several ladies immediately covered their mouths slightly and exclaimed in low voices.

"Are they like the barbarians in the north? Wearing animal skin pants and leather armor, with beards... rough and wild?" a lady asked curiously in a low voice.

"You must be talking about the Vikings!" another lady corrected with a smile.

"Facing him is like facing a bear. I heard that he once fought a bear with his bare hands. I have no doubt about it!" Randolph Churchill shrugged and smiled. He didn't mind using Chen Zhengwei as a topic at all, and then said a few bad words about Chen Zhengwei to win the smiles of several ladies.

Over the next few days, news about penicillin could be seen in every British newspaper.

The three selected patients all began to improve after using penicillin. The fastest one was the female textile worker who was infected with pneumonia. She completely recovered in just three days and was discharged from the hospital in five days.

The conditions of the other two patients are also improving significantly.

This made the British very interested in this drug, and countless people asked when they could get the drug.

Especially some patients.

These voices also reached the ears of the Prime Minister's Office and the royal family, and then were sent to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"1500 doses per month is too few! It takes at least a few doses to treat a patient... We need more drugs! I know this has nothing to do with the Foreign Office... Maybe you can give Churchill some help! Use some chips in exchange!"

"This drug is very important to us. In addition, our soldiers in Africa also need these drugs!"

The attitude of the Prime Minister's Office caused some headaches for Foreign Secretary, Marquis Bert Gascoyne Cecil.

He didn't like Chen Zhengwei, especially the way Chen Zhengwei behaved in some things.

Fortunately, he doesn't need to deal with Chen Zhengwei directly.

Then he found Randolph Churchill again. After all, Marquis Cecil and the Churchill family were allies.

It is relatively easy for both parties to talk.

"He really doesn't have any more drugs. After all, it takes time to expand production of new products..." Randolph Churchill said directly.

"Is it possible for us to obtain authorization for production?" Marquis Cecil asked directly.

"That's impossible! We all know what kind of man he is!" said Randolph Churchill. He also wanted to get authorization, but that was impossible.

"So, what does he need? Equipment? Materials? Or something else?" Marquis Cecil changed his mind.

As for his displeasure towards Chen Zhengwei, he had to put it aside for the time being.

……

"boss!"

Wen Bingzhong and his men stood in front of Chen Zhengwei.

"Did it go smoothly? How many went there and how many came back?" Chen Zhengwei looked at Wen Bingzhong, who also had gauze tied on his shoulder.

"It went relatively smoothly. We accomplished all our goals. But we were ambushed by a group of independent soldiers on our way back...there were some casualties. Our team had 150 people when we went, 133 came back, and 17 of us were killed. Four of us died of illness!" Wen Bingzhong said in a deep voice.

Not only that, the total number of non-combat casualties was close to 20, but most of them recovered after timely treatment.

Four of them died directly from the disease in Cuba.

"I told you to boil the water before drinking it, but finally most of them have come back. Rest well here for two days, and the injured will be sent back to Galveston together!" said Chen Zhengwei.

"Boss, these are some of the things we brought back! We found them in the target manor!"

Wen Bingzhong put the bag in his hand on the table.

Chen Zhengwei opened the bag and took out a stack of documents, including two passbooks, shares and deeds of a sugar factory and a plantation. Chen Zhengwei looked through them and found that they belonged to the Vidal family, which had considerable influence in Santa Clara.

They were also certainly more than just a sugar mill and plantation.

Those that were not brought back may have been hidden in some secret place or in a bank safe in the United States... You can ask someone about it.

These families related to the independence army would definitely not put important things in Cuban and Spanish banks.

"Okay, go and have a rest!" said Chen Zhengwei.

Over the next few days, others came back, including Aaron.

Two days later, A-Long came to Chen Zhengwei and said, "Brother Wei, the situation has come out!"

"This time, a total of 3000 people were sent out, divided into 43 teams. 43 teams with 2793 people returned, and 2655 people can join the next battle. % of the casualties were due to diseases caused by the unfamiliar climate here!"

A mortality rate of nearly 7% is not low.

But it’s much better than Chen Zhengwei had imagined before.

The biggest danger of coming to Cuba is acclimatization and fighting in a completely unfamiliar environment.

Especially this time, there are too many targets for attack, and the manpower has to be divided into a large number of teams. A little accident can lead to the annihilation of the entire team.

Now it seems that although there were accidents, several teams have exchanged fire with the Independence Army.

However, machine guns, submachine guns and grenades completely crushed the old rifles of the Independence Army. The rifling of many of the Independence Army's rifles was almost worn out.

"In addition, they rescued some Chinese laborers from the plantations, probably several thousand people. Those people would go to the places provided by Juan, and if they could make it alive, Juan would send them back to Galveston."

"Those who lose their ability to fight will be sent back to Galveston for recuperation!"

"The rest of the people will rest for a few days, wait for another batch of supplies to arrive, and then send troops to Orkin." Chen Zhengwei tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair.

"Put some pressure on the Betancourt family and make them speed up! I don't plan to wait for them in Cuba for too long! There are still a lot of things to do in the United States!"

"Brother Wei, your sister-in-law is already seven months pregnant! Are you worried about her?" A Long said with a smile.

"Get out!" Chen Zhengwei kicked him.

"Notify the fleet that I am leaving for Havana tomorrow."

"Go meet that Spanish Governor!"

When Chen Zhengwei gave the order, Juan had just left Havana.

Kayabarrian, Juan got off the boat, but before he could leave the dock, he was surrounded by several people.

Several black men pointed the revolvers hidden in their pockets at Juan and his men behind him.

This made Juan's men look gloomy and they immediately put their hands on their waists.

"Don't move!" one of the black men spoke up and looked around. Juan followed his gaze and saw that there were still a dozen people on the periphery, surrounding him.

"Who are you?" Juan was calm. He had come to America alone from the United States and built a career for himself, so he was naturally very brave.

"Juan Vives...someone wants to talk to you!"

"Where?" Juan suppressed his anger and asked directly.

“Not far away!”

"Are you from an independent organization? Who is your leader?"

"You'll know when you get there!" The other party didn't answer at all, but also admitted one thing, that they were members of an independent organization.

Soon, Juan and his men were taken to a bar that was not yet open.

Following the other person into the bar, the sunlight shone in from outside the bar, making the dim bar a little brighter.

A tall, bronzed man was sitting at the bar with his back to the door.

He was holding a glass of wine in his hand and sipping it.

Juan walked over to the other person and sat down, then turned his head to look at him. He was a man in his 30s, who looked very dignified, with clear facial features and a bronze complexion that indicated his African and Aboriginal ancestry.

"Who are you?" Juan asked straight to the point.

"Antonio Maceo." The other party's voice was very low.

Juan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "It's you, the bronze giant of Cuba?"

Antonio Maceo, the Bronze Giant of Cuba, was an important general in the Cuban Ten Years' War. He often led the troops and fought bravely and fearlessly, and was therefore highly respected.

But later those families negotiated peace and compromised with the Spanish governor.

Cuba did not have independence and the slaves were not liberated.

He was very unhappy with this, so he left with some independence troops and has kept a low profile in the past two years.

Juan had heard of this name a long time ago, and from the other party's identity as an independent organization, tall stature and appearance, he immediately knew who the other party was.

"People haven't forgotten me yet!" Antonio Maceo turned his head and looked at Juan.

"Are you working for that American?"

"It seems that this has nothing to do with you!" Although he knew the other party's identity, Juan was not afraid of him.

"But they killed a lot of people! Many of my compatriots!" Antonio Maceo said in a deep voice.

His voice is very low, and just like his appearance, it gives people a sense of majesty.

Chen Zhengwei killed many people in Cuba, including senior officials and soldiers of the independence army.

"No, he is rescuing his compatriots, just like you are doing!" Juan said with a roll of his eyes.

"I respect every fighter who fights for freedom and justice!"

Antonio Maceo laughed loudly upon hearing this, and then said again: "It sounds nice, but these words can't deceive me!"

"That's a hangman!"

"You should know that in the plantations... especially in the areas controlled by your independence army, the original slaves became warriors. And those Chinese became new slaves!"

"Last year, I proposed to buy those Chinese workers, but they refused me!" Juan got up and walked to the bar, took out a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass.

"These can't convince me!" Antonio Maceo shook his head slightly.

"Those people have never been on the same side as you! You fought for freedom and justice, but those people betrayed you!" Juan acted very relaxed, and he relaxed when he knew the other party's identity.

He knows how to convince others.

"Those people can't help you. To them, you are just a tool."

"But there is someone who can help you!"

　Adjust your work and rest schedule.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)