The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 637 I want to talk to Mr. Chen face to face

Xu Yan looked at the other person with a smile.

And Rockefeller actually felt a kind of pressure from Xu Yan.

In fact, Chen Zhengwei did not necessarily want to take over Standard Oil's shares. He just wanted to see who could offer greater benefits.

Instead, after studying the information of several oil companies, Xu Yan discovered that the Rockefeller Company had become the American oil trust.

If we could acquire Standard Oil's shares, it would save us a lot of trouble and the profits would be very lucrative.

He was very bullish on Standard Oil.

In addition, as long as he became a shareholder of Standard Oil, he had many ways to gradually erode Standard Oil's shares and swallow up Standard Oil.

This is much better than working with other oil companies and competing with Standard Oil for the market.

John Rockefeller sat there lost in thought, having a headache.

He certainly didn't want to become a competitor with Chen Zhengwei.

That would turn into a war.

Although he has some security teams, probably several thousand people, he naturally doesn't have to worry if he faces other people.

But Chen Zhengwei is different.

"I think I need to have a face-to-face talk with Mr. Chen!" John Rockefeller said in a deep voice.

"Then Mr. Rockefeller needs to go to San Francisco in person. In fact, that won't change the result... Excuse me, I'm much easier to talk to than my boss! And my appetite is much smaller." Xu Yan chuckled.

"I need to talk to Mr. Chen, and I will go to San Francisco in person." John Rockefeller reiterated.

He needed to talk to Chen Zhengwei face to face, not to Xu Yan.

Even if it costs more.

"Then my boss will wait for Mr. Rockefeller's arrival in San Francisco." Xu Yan was not disappointed, but agreed with a smile.

"It's just that Mr. Rockefeller needs to be quick. After all, many things don't wait for anyone."

"I will be leaving in three days at most," said John Rockefeller.

Xu Yan then stood up and said goodbye. When he returned to New York, it was the first day of the Lunar New Year. There was a bustling scene in front of the Continental Hotel, the sound of gongs and drums could be heard on the streets, and a lion dance team was tumbling and leaping on the streets. Many Americans were watching the fun from a distance.

"Why is the lion at the back so ugly?" After seeing the lion dance team, Xu Yan looked at it for a few more times and then asked the henchman next to him.

"It's Brother Hong!" Ma Zai said with a smile.

"That guy..." Xu Yan shook his head.

"Has Miss Dupont's New Year's present been delivered?"

"The person has already gone."

Xu Yan nodded, then went upstairs and asked someone to send a telegram to tell Chen Zhengwei about Rockefeller and Standard Oil.

Obviously, Rockefeller had no intention of becoming an enemy of Chen Zhengwei. Now it depended on how many shares of Standard Oil he could get.

There is no need to meet with the other two oil companies.

Their market share is too small.

……

Chen Zhengwei was woken up in the morning and went out directly in his pajamas. With his huge body, even in his pajamas... he looked like a bear in pajamas.

When the crowd around saw Chen Zhengwei, they immediately started to shout, "Mr. Chen, congratulations on your prosperity!"

"Mr. Chen, I wish you a long life!"

"Even if I live to be a hundred years old, it would be considered a premature death!" Chen Zhengwei cursed with a smile, took the pen from the side and added the finishing touch to the lion.

This was followed by a burst of firecrackers and the sound of gongs and drums.

After watching for a while, Chen Zhengwei went back to sleep.

People were distributing red envelopes on the streets and squares throughout Chinatown.

People waiting to receive red envelopes formed a long queue.

Chen Zhenghu was drinking tea in a teahouse nearby, and his henchman came upstairs and said:

"Brother Hu, there are a few foreigners sneaking in. Should we give them to you? Should we chase them away?"

"What a great day! Ask them if they can speak Chinese, and give them a red envelope if they can speak a sentence." Chen Zhenghu said with a smile.

"I'm afraid the news will get out and other foreigners will come to claim it!"

"Send someone to the bank to exchange some more coins." Chen Zhenghu said immediately.

At this time, there were indeed a few young foreigners queuing in the crowd, and the other Chinese were looking at them in amazement.

They have seen many foreigners, but this is the first time they have seen someone coming over to receive a red envelope.

They were also curious about whether to give red envelopes to these foreigners.

After a while, it was the turn of the foreigners. Without waiting for the henchmen to ask, one of them bowed and said with a smile: "Congratulations on your prosperity!"

Although it was spoken with a thick English accent, it was indeed these words.

The henchman was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "See, the foreigners can speak Chinese now!"

Other Chinese people also laughed.

The foreigners didn't mind and just stared at the red envelope in the henchman's hand.

"Each person can only receive it once. If you dare to receive more than one, I will break your legs!" The thug handed a red envelope to the foreigner.

"Thank you!" The foreigner kissed the red envelope and stood aside waiting for the others to receive their red envelopes. Then they bowed and left with a smile.

Then after noon, more foreigners came to receive red envelopes after hearing the news.

"Brother, there are a lot of foreigners queuing up to receive red envelopes in the square!" Li Xiwen said at the dinner table when Chen Zhengwei got up to eat at noon.

"What's going on?" Chen Zhengwei asked casually.

"In the morning, there were a few foreigners queuing up to receive the red envelopes, and then Brother Hu said that he would give them to anyone who could speak a few words of Chinese! Those people received the red envelopes, and the others got the letter. At noon, a large number of people came, at least a thousand people, and it is estimated that there will be more in the afternoon and evening."

"Since they can speak Chinese, give them some! Ask someone to prepare more." Chen Zhengwei laughed. After lunch, groups of people came to pay New Year's greetings, and the streets were blocked by carriages.

"Brother Wei, may you have two more sons in the New Year!" Rong Jiacai came in and smiled, and handed a stack of telegrams to Chen Zhengwei. "Brother Wei, the White House sent a telegram to celebrate the New Year!"

"There are also telegrams from JP Morgan, John Rockefeller, Andrew Carnegie, the Vanderbilts and Astors, the Goulds..."

Each of these people and families is one of the richest people in the United States.

So many people sent telegrams to Chen Zhengwei to congratulate him on the traditional Chinese festival, which made Chen Zhengwei feel proud.

This is the status he earned.

"Post them on the notice board!"

"Then we need to print a few more copies!" Rong Jiacai said with a smile, and then handed another telegram to Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei took a look at it, nodded slightly, and handed the telegram back to Rong Jiacai.

As Xu Yan's agent in New York, he still has some autonomy. He can't always get his approval on everything and work himself to death.

And he was right.

After reading the information of those companies, Chen Zhengwei also felt that the primary target was Standard Oil.

If Rockefeller doesn't understand, then there will be a fight.

Destroy the Rockefeller family and then swallow up Standard Oil.

Oil is too important.

In the 20th century, whoever controlled oil controlled the lifelines of so many countries in the world.

Putting this matter aside, groups of people came in to wish a happy new year, from thugs to prominent figures in Chinatown.

The Chinese people on the street sat on the roadside and looked at the people who came to visit.

"Who are those people? They look like Italians."

"They are Italians, probably from the Vito family."

"After all, they have to rely on Mr. Chen's breath and make a living under his nose!"

"That carriage is... the mayor? It's really him. I saw him from afar at the last train passing ceremony."

"The gangsters and the mayor sitting together, this is hilarious!"

At this time, in a prison in San Francisco, Salvatore Sabella was adjusting the wrinkles of his clothes in front of the mirror.

After a while, when he was satisfied with the tidying up, he pushed the door open and went out to smoke a cigar by the swimming pool.

After waiting for a while, Eastman also came out in formal attire.

In addition to the two of them, there are several gang leaders in the prison who are here to take a vacation and go to jail.

It’s much more comfortable here than outside. As long as you spend money, you can enjoy everything.

Eat well and sleep well every day, don’t worry about being shot to death on the street, and don’t worry about enemies coming to your door.

If you get bored, you can go to the prison next door to have fun.

Moreover, those who go to jail with him are the bosses of other gangs, and they can discuss business with each other.

They have negotiated several deals in prison recently.

The big guys who came to the prison for vacation later brought in their gang members who needed to be trained.

For them, this is their university.

Here you can learn the most simple and useful business principles and criminal skills.

After waiting for everyone to come out, they took a carriage with their men to Chinatown to pay New Year's greetings to Chen Zhengwei and attend the evening cocktail party.

……

At the same time, in Hong Kong, a short, thin man in his twenties who looked like a teacher came to the bottom of the teahouse with a few thugs.

"You guys wait here."

Then the man went upstairs by himself, and when he got upstairs he saw a man in his thirties sitting at a round table, drinking tea leisurely.

The other man had a braid, a long gown and a jacket, and a pair of boots. He was not tall but looked strong and powerful.

"But Lord Wu?" the man asked respectfully, bowing.

"Of course it's me!" The man rolled his eyes. "You are Mr. Duo?"

"My little nickname has actually reached the adults' ears." The gentleman smiled and became more respectful.

This Lord Wu was the man sent by Guwaljia Ronglu.

His surname was Wuya, but when he traveled in the south where there were many Han people, he changed it to Wu.

Xianshengduo naturally didn't know this, but he knew that the other party was from the imperial court.

"Please sit down first. There is another person."

"Yes!" said the gentleman respectfully.

A moment later, another person came upstairs, and this person's facial features showed a sense of decline.

"Yuan Tuotuo!" Mr. Duo recognized the other party's identity as soon as he blinked.

These two men are gang leaders in Hong Kong Island and Kowloon. They have a group of thugs under them, and each of them has fifty or sixty people under him.

The situation is similar to that of Blind Zhong and Shorty Zhou.

"Lord Wu!" Yuan Tuotuo glanced at the teacher and then bowed to Lord Wu.

"You know who I am. I came here this time to give you a benefit!" Lord Wu spoke at this time.

"If it's done, both of you will benefit. Not only will it bring honor to your family, but it will also be enough for you to eat and use!"

"Please speak, Lord Wu." Xianshengduo's heart moved and he immediately bowed.

"There is a California International Trading Company in the south of Kowloon. Their boss is called Chen Fenglu. I want you to bring people to tie up their boss and hand him over to me!"

(End of this chapter)