The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 619: Changes in Public Opinion

A group of people at the dock were particularly eye-catching. They were all Chinese people wearing gentlemen's suits. Although they were not tall, they occupied a large area. The pedestrians around them kept away from them and did not dare to approach them at all.

For those travelers who have just arrived in the United States, this scene is very surprising.

Especially their yellow skin makes them seem somewhat out of place in this country.

One of the two leaders had an ordinary appearance, and the other looked like a woman.

Although both of them were smiling, the feelings they gave were very different.

Xu Yan was the type who did not attract attention in terms of appearance or temperament. He was wearing an ordinary black gentleman's suit.

Everyone in New York knows that he is the easiest person to deal with.

The one with a feminine and beautiful appearance was wearing a white gentleman's suit with a red scarf showing in his shirt pocket.

He has a nickname in New York, the Jackal, and his style of doing things is brutal and violent.

He can be chatting and laughing with you in the last second, and suddenly smash your head in the next second.

Behind these Chinese was a carriage, and a girl with dark brown hair was looking through the carriage window at the ship entering the harbor.

As the Warrior entered the port and put up the gangplank, Chen Zhengwei and a group of people got off the ship.

"Brother Wei!" Rong Jiahong showed a warm smile from the heart, and in his eyes there was not only respect but also admiration.

Chen Zhengwei is the person he admires most.

"Brother Wei, you've been in Cuba for so long this time. You must have worked hard. I heard that the environment in Cuba is very bad, not as good as the American countryside. The food and sleep are not good either!"

"It's indeed worse than the countryside! If it weren't for those idiots, even dogs wouldn't go there!" Chen Zhengwei patted Rong Jiahong's shoulder in agreement and almost knocked him to the ground.

"You're still so weak after so long!" Chen Zhengwei looked down at the thin and small Rong Jiahong with a look of contempt.

"I have practiced! And the gun is the biggest now!" Rong Jiahong argued immediately.

"Brother Wei!" Xu Yan also came up with others.

"Brother Wei!" Hundreds of people shouted together, making a loud noise.

"Recently, there's been news about you all over the newspapers in the United States. It's been spreading like wildfire. I've collected it all for you!" Xu Yan said with a smile.

"What are you saying about me?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows.

"Things about Colombia, Cuba, and penicillin...but these are not the most popular things in the newspapers. Brother Wei, guess what it is?" Xu Yan asked with a smile.

"Cicely's book?" Chen Zhengwei asked after thinking for a while.

"Yes, Miss Dupont's book is selling well, and Brother Wei, you are now the dream lover of thousands of American girls!" Xu Yan immediately laughed, then stood aside, and the men behind him also split to both sides like the sea, revealing the carriage behind.

The door of the carriage opened, and a girl wearing a white mink shawl, a thick and warm velvet dress with exquisite silver embroidery on the edge got out of the carriage. She also wore a fashionable felt hat on her head with a few elegant feathers decorated on the brim.

Cicely's movements were very graceful. She twisted her hands behind her back and gave Chen Zhengwei a joyful smile.

His whole body exudes joy and happiness that overflows from the heart, which is very contagious.

Even the onlookers couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Rong Jiahong looked at Cicely Dupont, then at Chen Zhengwei. As a bystander, his mouth was almost grinning to his ears.

Every time he saw Cicely... he felt that he should have a relationship.

Chen Zhengwei laughed heartily and opened his arms. Cicely lifted her skirt and walked towards him gracefully at first, then jogged.

When she arrived in front of Chen Zhengwei, Cicely let down her skirt and threw herself on Chen Zhengwei, hooked her arms around Chen Zhengwei's neck tightly, stood on tiptoe and raised her head to kiss him.

She was obsessed with Chen Zhengwei's lawless wildness and power.

It was not until a minute later that she suddenly raised her head, covered her chest, took two steps back, and gasped.

She felt like she was going to suffocate and pass out.

When she came today, the maid tied her corset too tight.

He covered his chest and took several deep breaths before grabbing Chen Zhengwei's arm and saying, "It's so good to see you!"

"Every time I see you, I feel like the world is full of colors!"

Chen Zhengwei looked at her with a smile, then raised one arm slightly, and Cicely Dupont hugged his arm tightly.

Only then did Chen Zhengwei walk outside.

Following behind him were Aaron, Xu Yan and others who were walking and chatting, and behind them were the hundreds of thugs and members of the security company who were getting off the boat with their bags, forming a long dragon.

People along the way moved aside, lowered their heads slightly, and did not dare to look Chen Zhengwei in the eye.

In the distance, several white men in gentleman's suits and carrying luggage were looking at this place. Seeing this scene, one of them whistled softly and said with envy.

"It's really amazing, so domineering!"

Even tourists from various countries knew who this tall Chinese man was.

Today, Chen Zhengwei is very famous throughout the Western world.

In countries outside the United States, many local newspapers would add the term "Yellow Peril" when reporting news about him.

In addition, news about Chen Zhengwei is always associated with war, conflict, violence, and murder.

Therefore, every traveler who comes to the United States, even if they don’t know who the president of the United States is, must know Chen Zhengwei, a Chinese American.

Chen Zhengwei returned to the hotel, put other things aside, and went directly with Cicely to the suite that had been reserved for him for a long time.

Several of Cicely's bodyguards watched their young lady follow Chen Zhengwei into the elevator. They stopped, looked at each other, and went to the sofa to read magazines.

Chen Zhengwei and Cicely entered the room and got entangled with each other.

For more than a month, Chen Zhengwei has had nothing to do in Cuba except killing people.

Soon, the two rolled onto the bed, and then the big bed began to make a constant shaking sound, with high soprano sounds from time to time.

Cicely felt like she was melting.

Three hours passed before Cicely slowly came to her senses while lying in bed, not wanting to move a finger.

What just happened?
She couldn't quite remember.

It seemed like I lost consciousness for a while...my mind was blank.

"You are so strong..." Cicely turned over with great difficulty and lay on Chen Zhengwei's chest, then lay there limp and didn't want to move.

"I can still beat eight more!" Chen Zhengwei took out a cigarette box from the cabinet beside the bed, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Although he seldom comes here, he always keeps some of the things he is used to.

The other hand stroked Cicely's smooth skin, and she could feel the warmth from the palm that was moving on her back.

She felt like a candle, melting under the flame.

"God, please let me go! I can't even move a finger now..." Cicely was really afraid that Chen Zhengwei might have other ideas.

Chen Zhengwei patted her on the head, smoked a cigarette, got up to take a shower, changed his clothes, picked up the phone and asked the front desk to send some food.

He is really hungry.

Chen Zhengwei came to the office in the afternoon, and Xu Yan picked up a stack of newspapers from the side and placed them in front of him.

"This is just a part of it. I didn't keep the repeated news." Xu Yan sat on the sofa next to him.

Chen Zhengwei read the newspaper with great interest.

"East and West join forces, the US Navy and San Francisco Chinese Chen join hands to attack Columbia!" "Chinese Americans are becoming an important force in the United States!"

"Both sides join hands and face the outside world in unison!"

"It seems that the battle in Colombia was quite effective!" Chen Zhengwei smiled. He noticed some changes from the newspaper headlines.

There have been some changes in the way these newspapers report.

Changes in media opinion also represent changes in the thinking of the American people.

"Yes! Boss, you and the U.S. Navy and Army joined forces to occupy the port of Colombia. In the eyes of the mainstream media in the United States, this is a symbol of our Chinese integration into the United States."

“They think we are becoming a major force in the United States!”

“This shift in perception is a good thing.”

"This is not caused by just one thing..." Chen Zhengwei smiled. He has been busy in the United States for so long, and the accumulation of one thing after another has led to the current changes in his cognition.

Those street politicians, those authors who used his money to write books, and those newspapers, they are all subtly influencing Americans' views of the Chinese.

Moreover, even when Chen Zhengwei was at war with the US government, he always expressed the attitude: "I am an American, I am a minority, I am being persecuted! I want to fight, I want justice!"

Then there was the advent of penicillin, which, after all, appeared in the United States.

All of this has added up to the changes in thinking among ordinary Americans today.

This is good progress, the seeds that have been sown have finally borne fruit.

However, it is still far from Chen Zhengwei's goal.

Chen Zhengwei continued to read the newspaper. The news about Chen Zhengwei's recent massacre of independence soldiers in Cuba was also in the news, mainly reprinted from international newspaper reports.

For the American people, this kind of thing is consistent with their perception of Chen Zhengwei.

Either he is fighting or he is on his way to fight.

No surprise.

So there wasn't much discussion.

There are a lot of reports about penicillin. In recent months, penicillin has gradually been rolled out in the United States. Although its production is limited, most of it has fallen into the hands of the rich.

It is difficult for ordinary people to buy it even if they have money.

However, there are numerous reports on the therapeutic effects of penicillin, not only from the United States, but also from studies and reports from European countries.

Penicillin is now recognized worldwide as a miracle drug for treating infections, pneumonia and syphilis, and research is also underway for the treatment of other diseases.

In the past, when someone got injured and infected, the doctor’s advice was “amputation”.

Nowadays, no matter what disease it is, the doctor's advice is to get some penicillin.

It is precisely because of this overwhelming coverage that penicillin is now hard to come by.

Chen Zhengwei read the newspaper slowly and was in a good mood. After so many years of hard work and investing so much money and energy, he finally began to reap the rewards.

Whether it was a natural shift in public opinion, or penicillin.

In the short term, penicillin is the biggest card in his hand.

For the sake of penicillin, all countries have to speak more quietly to themselves.

Even if not for the sake of the people, we have to consider the queen, the king, senior government officials, and the capitalists.

In addition, with the use of penicillin, surgical procedures in the United States have also advanced rapidly.

In the past, many dangerous surgeries were not dared to be performed. Even if the patient did not die on the operating table, there was a high probability that he would die from the infection afterwards.

Recently, more than a dozen difficult surgeries have been completed.

This was all in the newspapers.

Chen Zhengwei also welcomes these.

The more praise penicillin gets from the outside world, the better.

Chen Zhengwei casually flipped through the newspaper, threw all these contents aside, and found that the remaining one-third was all reports on Cicely DuPont's book.

"Why is this book selling so well?" Chen Zhengwei asked with a smile as he flipped through the book.

"It has been reprinted twice...the ladies outside...each of them has a copy!" Xu Yan said with a smile.

"They say it's the most beautiful love letter of the century!"

“That beautiful sentiment touched the girlish feelings of those ladies!”

"Of course, this is also because this book is about you, Boss! Boss, you've done so many things, and many people are actually very curious about you."

"But they all read about it in the newspapers: China is at war again, China is victorious again, China has entered Washington, China has launched a massacre in Texas, China has reached Panama..."

"That's all they see, but they know very little about you, the boss. Everyone wants to know what you're thinking and doing..."

After Xu Yan finished speaking, he concluded: "Everyone has a desire to spy. And they especially want to spy on you, the boss!"

"You even know my desire to pry into people. Have you gone to college recently?" Chen Zhengwei smiled.

Gossip and success studies have been things that people have been extremely passionate about since ancient times.

"I have hired a tutor to give me extra lessons!" Xu Yan said with a smile.

"How come you are all cut from the same cloth?" Chen Zhengwei laughed. These thugs learned everything from him.

"I think I should publish a biography!" said Chen Zhengwei.

"If the boss's legendary experience were written into a biography, it would definitely be a hit!" Xu Yan said immediately.

Chen Zhengwei thought that he should find two writers to write a biography for him, and also record all the battles he had fought in full so that they could be used as teaching materials in military schools.

Throwing the newspaper aside, Chen Zhengwei casually asked, "How is business here recently?"

"Everything has been laid out, boss. I'll go get the account book." Xu Yan stood up immediately.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to look at those!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand.

"I'm just passing through New York this time. I don't plan to spend much time here. I'll stay here for two days and then leave to attend the new president's reception in Ohio."

"By the way, send invitations to those politicians, wealthy people and envoys from various countries in New York and hold a banquet! Let's hold it the day after tomorrow night!" said Chen Zhengwei.

Xu Yan nodded: "I'll arrange it right away."

"Brother Wei, there is one more thing. Eastman's deputy Jim wants to visit you. He and his men are waiting in the lobby downstairs."

"Where is Eastman? Why didn't he come? Was he killed?" Chen Zhengwei asked nonchalantly, a cigarette in his mouth.

Eastman is the boss of the New York mafia, and his territory covers half of New York.

The remaining half of New York is partly Xu Yan's territory and partly the territory of other small gangs.

And Xu Yan had no intention of expanding his territory in New York. He just needed some territory to employ his people and ensure smooth business here.

"Brother Wei, Eastman is now serving his sentence in San Francisco Prison!" Xu Yan laughed.

　I just found out it was blocked, so I modified it and released it.

　　Who said the scale is bigger now?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)