The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 617 I am a pacifist

"It's a lot quieter here than the last time we came here!" Several mixed-race indigenous and black men walked on the streets of Santiago, looking around and saying.

The streets were deserted, with only a few workers walking briskly.

"So many people have died that I dare not go out," said another person.

This group of people is Antonio Maceo and his group.

The bronze giant Antonio Maceo did not bring many people to Santiago, as he was not here to fight.

And he also knew that it would be useless even if he brought more.

If others hadn't been worried about him, he would have come here by himself.

The group arrived at a trading company at the port, only to see a few sloppy mixed-race aboriginals sitting behind a desk with their legs crossed on it.

"Hey, brother! This is a trading company. Are you planning to sell yourself?" An indigenous mixed-race man asked jokingly when he saw Antonio Maceo and his group wearing some worn and dirty clothes.

He didn't mean any harm, he was just joking.

However, his words caused several people to glare at him angrily.

Antonio Maceo was not angry at all, and said, "I am Antonio Maceo, and I have an appointment with your boss!"

"Bronze giant?" Those men retracted their feet and looked at the majestic big man seriously.

Although they were working under Juan, they had heard of the Bronze Giant of Cuba and had great respect for him.

"I was just joking!" The mixed-race man who had spoken rudely before stood up and walked over, extending his hand towards Antonio Maceo with a sincere smile:
"I've heard of you, you guys are doing great!"

"You came to San Diego to meet Mr. Chen, right?"

"I'm giving you some friendly advice and suggestions! Be respectful! You must be respectful! Otherwise, you might as well leave now. Many people have died inexplicably because of their attitudes."

"Thank you!" Antonio Maceo shook hands with the other party.

"Brothers, I shook hands with the bronze giant. It would be great if I had a camera. I really want to take a picture of this scene." The man turned his head and said to the others, then was pushed aside by the others.

Several people from the trading company came over and rushed to shake hands with the bronze giant Antonio Maceo.

It was a moment later that he saw Juan.

"There are some things you should know, right? I am only responsible for taking you to see Mr. Chen. Remember to be respectful and I hope you don't cause trouble for yourself." Juan said to him.

"Everyone reminds me of this. Are you afraid of him?" said Antonio Maceo. In his opinion, Juan was also a powerful plantation owner.

He is so afraid of Chen Zhengwei.

"No, it's respect. Everyone respects him! You know why," said Juan.

Anyone who didn't respect him died.

"Don't you have any other clothes?" Juan looked at Antonio Maceo's clothes. They were already very old, and he had traveled all the way here, so they were covered with mud and looked terrible.

"I also brought a set of clothes! I still know the etiquette." Antonio Maseo said, in the bag carried by others.

Soon, Antonio Maceo changed into a clean gentleman's suit. Although it was a little old, it was much better than before.

He was then taken to the manor by Juan.

In addition to Antonio Maceo, there was also one of his men.

The carriage entered the manor, and Antonio Maseo looked at the Chinese people outside the window. They were all wearing clean hunting suits. Although they were not tall, they had a strong temperament and their every move was powerful.

The most important thing is the submachine guns they carry. It is said that they have powerful firepower and can fire dozens of bullets with just one pull of the trigger.

Only Chen Zhengwei's men have this kind of weapon.

……

Chen Zhengwei was lying on a lounge chair on the lawn behind the manor, basking in the sun.

Wen Bingzhong was sitting upright on one side.

"Relax a little, there's no need to be tense all the time. People should learn to enjoy life, relax when they should relax, and tighten when they should tighten..." Chen Zhengwei raised his hand.

"Tomorrow you will arrange for Juan to take over the property. After that, you will stay here and learn how to handle things here."

"Greater Poland will also stay. You should learn more from him. He is definitely not as good as you in fighting. But in these other things, you are far worse than him!"

"How to deal with people, how to control the independence army and indigenous people here, how to threaten others..."

Chen Zhengwei spoke one by one.

"He won't stay here for long. You have to ensure the stable development of the industry here, and handle the relationship with the Governor's government and local forces."

"Boss, is this a matter of being exiled to a remote frontier?" Wen Bingzhong asked in a low voice.

When Chen Zhengwei heard this, he was furious. He turned around and saw Wen Bingzhong with a calm expression and more of a teasing look in his eyes.

"Damn it, you've learned how to joke now?" Chen Zhengwei cursed and grabbed a cigar box and threw it at him.

"Boss, you were the one who made the plan this time. I lost a lot of brothers under my command... I'm not really suitable for this." Wen Bingzhong whispered again, because he lost a lot of brothers, but ended up getting promoted, which made him feel a little unhappy.

"A general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers. That's how it is when you go out to do business. You used to be a member of the Taiping Army, and you don't even know this?" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand and said unhappily.

"If I think you are suitable, then you must be suitable. It has to work even if it doesn't work! Do you understand?"

"There are many interests here in Cuba. We can't just leave it alone. We have to keep people here."

"Boss, how long will I stay here?" Wen Bingzhong asked.

"Three to five years, at least until the situation here stabilizes. Then we can send people to rotate in," said Chen Zhengwei.

Wen Bingzhong’s fighting skills were actually not bad, and he was one of the few people under him who had commanded large-scale battles.

There is no one more suitable than him.

"In addition, the internal rank of all those who survived will be raised by one level, including you. Then you will make a list of the good performers for me."

"I will leave 300 men for you this time, and transfer 700 men from other brigades to you, so that you can have a total of men."

"I'd like to thank the boss on behalf of my brothers!" Wen Bingzhong finally smiled. The 900 people who survived this time were equivalent to all getting promoted and a raise in salary.

Internal levels are actually similar to military ranks. With each promotion, the salary and benefits within the company all increase significantly.

There are six internal levels in the security company, and ordinary staff and soldiers are at level one.

The captain of a small team of ten people is level two, while the captain of a squadron of a hundred people is level three, and the captain of a brigade of a thousand people is level four. Above them are people like Situ Ye and Guan Qianbo, who are responsible for one aspect of the matter and at the same time have shares in the security company.

When it comes to the third-level position of captain of a hundred men, there are many options.

You can apply to become a clerk in a security company, or transfer to other companies under Chen Zhengwei, and at least be a middle-level manager.

The monthly salary can reach more than 200 US dollars.

You have to know that middle-class people like newspaper editors only earn more than $1000 a year.

Working in the field for a security company can earn you more.

For field staff like those responsible for security at railway companies, the subsidies will be less.

In Cuba, the monthly salary of an ordinary soldier plus various subsidies can reach 60 US dollars, the squad leader can reach more than 150 US dollars, and the squadron leader can reach 400 US dollars.

There will also be some bonuses.

If you don't show up, you only get the basic salary, which is half of this amount. The two chatted for a while, and the henchman walked up to Chen Zhengwei and said, "Brother Wei, Juan is here, and he brought two black people with him."

"Bring it here!" said Chen Zhengwei.

A moment later, Juan came over with Antonio Maceo.

Antonio Maceo saw Chen Zhengwei lying on a lounge chair, basking in the sun in a pair of shorts.

He was terrifyingly strong, and exuded a sense of violence.

Especially the other party's lawless and rebellious temperament, which is particularly eye-catching.

"Mr. Chen!" Juan walked up to Chen Zhengwei. "This is the bronze giant, Antonio Maceo."

"Mr. Chen!" Antonio Maceo also spoke in a deep voice.

"Sit down!" Chen Zhengwei motioned Antonio Maceo to sit aside, and his subordinate stood behind him.

Juan tactfully said goodbye and left.

"You know, I actually have no interest in Cuba, but do you know why I am here?" Chen Zhengwei spoke while lying on the recliner.

"For your compatriots!" Antonio Maceo said in a deep voice. Chen Zhengwei's words at the banquet that day had already spread.

"That's right! You liberated the slaves and then used Chinese laborers as slaves... Do you think you deserve to die?" Chen Zhengwei turned his head and looked at Antonio Maceo.

"No one will treat Chinese workers as slaves anymore," said Antonio Maceo.

"That's not because you are kind-hearted, but because I have killed enough people!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

"Mr. Chen, I have never exploited or enslaved anyone. This is not what we want to see." Antonio Maceo said sincerely.

"I know, that's why you can sit here. I say this just to tell you that you don't need to be wary of me, nor do you need to hate me!"

"I killed those people because they deserved to die!"

"Chinese people have been bullied, so they know what it feels like... Has anyone ever told you that I am actually a pacifist?" Chen Zhengwei suddenly asked.

Antonio Maceo was stunned for a moment, then he laughed: "No!"

The person behind him looked as if he had seen a ghost.

This executioner, butcher, warmongerer who fought from the United States to South America and from South America to Cuba, is he a pacifist?
This is the biggest joke in the world this year.

"Now you know." Chen Zhengwei snapped his fingers.

"Because I have been bullied and know what it feels like, I have always supported people of all ethnic groups to fight, to struggle, and to gain their own rights."

“Including black people in America!”

"Do you know what Americans call me? The pioneer of racial equality!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

Antonio Maceo wanted to say that he had heard some things about Panama, which were reported in the newspapers at the time.

"Do you want to talk about Panama?" Chen Zhengwei suddenly asked after looking at him.

Antonio Maceo's heart trembled, as if the other person's eyes could see through other people's thoughts.

"Do you think the people in Panama are living well? Do you know what they eat? They lack food, medicine, and various daily necessities, and the local warlords are fighting each other, and in order to control ordinary people, they strictly control these supplies."

"It was me who broke the monopoly and control, it was me who brought them food and medicine, and it was me who gave them a better life!" Chen Zhengwei said as a matter of course.

"And to Peru, I brought them the courage to resist and the medicine that saved many people."

"Colombia, that's because some terrorist warlords want to kill me."

"And Cuba, some of the same people here, are exploiting my compatriots... I actually wanted a peaceful solution, but they refused."

"Actually, I was forced to do it! This is how the world is. There are always some people trampling on others... so I always do something."

"I often ask myself, am I doing something wrong? The answer is always the same! I am not wrong! I have helped a lot of people!"

Chen Zhengwei always makes sense, and his words are full of irrefutable power.

Antonio Maceo also felt that what Chen Zhengwei said made sense.

After all, he was not familiar with Panama and Colombia and had only heard about them from others.

As for Cuba, from what he learned, Juan had indeed approached the plantation owners and wanted to buy those Chinese laborers.

Coupled with Chen Zhengwei's matter-of-fact attitude and the infectiousness of his words, he was actually infected, and the balance in his heart began to tilt.

"Mr. Chen, are you willing to help us?" Antonio Maceo said in a deep voice, with a hint of respect in his words that had not been there before.

"I have said that I support all ethnic groups to fight, to struggle, and to gain their own rights."

“Whether you are an American or a Cuban, in my opinion, all people are created equal.”

"So I'm willing to give you some help in my ability!"

"And I don't need you to give me anything in return!"

"I am very happy to see another independent country in this world! I am also happy to see that you Cubans can take control of your own country and destiny!" Chen Zhengwei actually knows how to deal with other people.

Talk about ideals with idealists and talk about reality with realists.

It's just that most of the time he just doesn't bother to do these things.

This bronze giant, who is very famous in Cuba, is not only an idealist, but also has little knowledge...

Chen Zhengwei knew very well how to deal with them.

Hearing this, Antonio Maceo and his men all looked surprised and excited.

They had thought about a lot before coming, but they didn't expect that Chen Zhengwei would actually be willing to help them without asking for anything in return.

This also makes Chen Zhengwei's previous words more credible.

Even Antonio Maceo's men felt that many people might have misunderstood this American.

In fact, he is not as bad as others say, it’s just that his methods are a bit extreme.

Just like these independent organizations, they are also a group of thugs among some populations.

"So, what kind of help do you want? Guns? Bullets? Food? Medicine? Or anything else!" Chen Zhengwei smiled with his arms open.

"Yes, we need all these!" Antonio Maceo said in a deep voice. This was exactly why they came here.

"What about the quantity? There doesn't seem to be a large number of you. I can first give you 5,000 brand new rifles, 1 million rounds of ammunition, 15 tons of wheat, and some common medicines!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"If you need any additional help, I have some people left in Cuba. You can go to them."

"Mr. Chen, you will always be a friend of the Cubans!" Antonio Maceo said gratefully. He did not expect that this goal could be achieved so easily.

Whether it was rifles and bullets, or medicines, they were all in urgent need.

And food is what they need.

"By the way, I must remind you that I hope to use these things in your career! Don't forget your original intention."

"I will never forget!" Antonio Maceo said firmly.

　Happy holidays, brothers!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)