The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 643: Made an Outstanding Contribution to the "Freedom" and "Movement" of this World

"Mr. Chen!" Xu Xinyi and Lin Fuyuan were brought to Chen Zhengwei's office by Rong Jiacai, and saw Chen Zhengwei standing at the window overlooking below.

"Sit down!" Chen Zhengwei turned around and motioned for them to sit down. He took a box of cigars from the table and threw them in front of them. "Try it. It's from my own plantation and my own cigar factory. I found a few young virgins to roll the cigarettes. They are rolled on my chest!"

The two of them knew how to smoke cigars, so they quickly took out a cigar and sniffed it, then said with a smile, "This smell is really different!"

"Of course, natural milk flavor!" Chen Zhengwei smiled and walked over and sat in front of the two of them.

Rong Jiacai reached out and took the remaining three cigars.

"You don't smoke!" Chen Zhengwei glanced at him.

"If you don't want to smoke, you can give it to someone else! I got it from Brother Wei, so it's a face-saving thing to give it to someone else!" Rong Jiacai said with a smile, and then sat aside.

"I heard that you two are willing to help?" Chen Zhengwei turned his head to look at Xu Xinyi and Lin Fuyuan. There were a total of five families coming from Singapore this time.

However, the Xu family and the Lin family are the largest and the most sophisticated.

Before coming, he sent family members to inquire about the news and work under Rong Jiacai.

The other families may not have this idea, but even if they do, they don't have the manpower.

From this we can see the gap between them.

Don’t underestimate this tiny difference, it is the difference in family background.

"Yes, I heard that Mr. Chen has some things to do. Since we have come to San Francisco, we are willing to help Mr. Chen." Lin Fuyuan said with a smile.

"That's a good thing!" Chen Zhengwei smiled, leaned back on the sofa, and said, "Then I'll be frank."

"If we Chinese want to gain a foothold in the United States, it is not enough to just be able to fight. No matter how good you are at fighting, others can still kill you with just a bunch of people. You also need talents."

"There are only about 200,000 Chinese in San Francisco and Los Angeles now. At least 100,000 Chinese need to be transported here every year. In ten years, there will be more than one million Chinese. Add in the birth rate, and there will be three to four million Chinese. Only then can we say that we have established a firm foothold!"

"The Qing Dynasty wants to crack down on immigration, which is digging up our roots!" Chen Zhengwei stopped talking about piglets.

Is he trading piglets? He is doing charity!

"If he wants to dig up our roots, then I will dig up his roots first!"

"Besides, those people can't even afford to eat at home, so they might as well come here to earn a living. It's good for everyone!"

"Mr. Chen, we understand how serious this is! As long as there is something we can do about this matter, we will do our best!"

"Zhang Shusheng, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, is an old turtle and is not easy to deal with. But it's hard to say about the people under him. You should find a way to build a relationship with them, eat, drink and have fun with them, and it would be best if you can get them to buy guns. If they don't want to buy, then give them away! Once the guns are in their hands, they have no control over what happens next!"

"In addition to Zhang Shusheng's men, there is also He Jing, the governor of Fujian. We should also try our best to think of a solution, but Zhang Shusheng should still be the main one." Chen Zhengwei said slowly.

The two thought about it and nodded: "Do your best!"

They already knew about this matter before, and now they were just listening to Chen Zhengwei say it again.

"Also, since you have connections with Nanyang and Qing, find a way to sell the guns. It doesn't matter with Nanyang, but with Qing, you have to sell them to every village. I want every village to have eight or ten guns. If they can't afford it, sell it to the surrounding bandits and force them to buy it. If they still can't afford it, let them buy it in installments, and sell the guns directly to the village, and then ask the village for money."

"Mr. Chen, guns are hard currency, and we still have some ways to sell them. How many guns do you have? What's the price?" the two asked.

"We have as many guns as you want. We ship them by the ton. We sell them by the ton! We have hundreds of thousands or even millions of guns. You can sell them as many as you can. As for the price, I will ship the goods to Southeast Asia. The long guns are 35 dollars each and the pistols are 15 dollars. As for how much you can sell them for, that's up to you."

"Over in the Qing Dynasty, as long as they are sold to the villages, the long guns are 25 dollars and the short guns are 12 dollars! I can not make any profit, but I want everyone to have a gun!" said Chen Zhengwei.

At this price, he actually made a profit.

After all, he is a major shareholder of an arms company. A Remington rifle only costs $18, and including shipping costs, it does not exceed $21.

However, he even used installment payments, and he was prepared to not be able to collect a large amount of payment.

The amount of money invested is in the tens of millions.

As long as the Qing Dynasty can be disrupted, I will even pay compensation.

By that time, every village and every person in the south will have a gun. If the Qing Dynasty can survive until 1911, Chen Zhengwei will have wasted all these years.

Xu Xinyi and Lin Fuyuan both nodded, there were indeed many opportunities here.

With such a big business falling on them, they have to sell those guns even if they have to use all their skills.

In Southeast Asia, a long gun sells for about US$45, while a pistol can sell for more than US$20.

And pistols sell much better than long guns.

You have to know that there are millions of Chinese in Southeast Asia, and the demand for guns is huge.

The only problem was that the British had strict gun control in the colonies.

"Mr. Chen, the British have strict control over guns. I wonder if you have any solution? If so, it would be much easier." Lin Fuyuan asked.

"Use bullets soaked in feces to shoot the local governor. When his wound becomes inflamed, send him a batch of penicillin." Chen Zhengwei said casually without even thinking.

Lin Fuyuan and Xu Xinyi's expressions froze, and then they looked embarrassed.

"Look at the faces you have, it's as if someone in your family has died. I was just joking."

"You guys figure out a way, or I'll sell it myself. If it doesn't work, just keep a low profile. I'll go there in a few days." Chen Zhengwei said after thinking for a while.

Although he has an acquaintance in the Pacific Fleet, that guy may not be in Southeast Asia.

After a few days, he asked Randolph Churchill to think of a solution, and then he went to Southeast Asia himself to open up the route there.

"By the way, we can't get people from the Qing Dynasty for the time being. See if you can get people from Southeast Asia!" Chen Zhengwei said again.

Not only were Rong Zeye and his men arrested, but a group of gangs behind the piggy boats were also arrested, and the Guangdong and Fujian navies also patrolled from time to time.

Under normal circumstances, people over there would have already started moving towards this side at this time.

But now all those ships can't leave, so even if a few of them slip through and arrive in San Francisco, it won't make much sense.

However, immigration to San Francisco cannot be delayed.

"We can think of a solution in this regard." The two said after thinking about it for a while.

The environment of the Chinese in Southeast Asia was also very poor, especially the poor in Singapore, the tin mines in Malaysia, and the plantations in Indonesia.

The situation for Chinese people in this area is only slightly better than that of those mining in Peru, and they are struggling to survive.

If there is a way to survive in the United States, it can still convince many people.

The gangs there are very powerful, and it is easy to abduct people to San Francisco as long as we contact the local gangs.

But this is the last step.

Chen Zhengwei now has a great reputation in Southeast Asia, and the two feel that it should not be too difficult to persuade the Chinese in Southeast Asia.

Chen Zhengwei arranged three things and wanted to carry them out simultaneously, but the manpower of both families was insufficient.

The two of them were thinking about dragging other Chinese businessmen in Singapore into this.

For example, the two Huangs who came to San Francisco together.

……

"Give them some sweet treats! These people can be of great use!" After the two left, Chen Zhengwei said to Rong Jiacai.

"Isn't there someone in their family working under you? Find an opportunity to promote him!"

These local tyrants in Nanyang also have roots in the Qing Dynasty. They are much more useful than those under Chen Zhengwei and those in Hong Kong. "Also, have someone keep an eye on them and be careful of them selling goods. The guns I sent to the Qing Dynasty should be resold to Nanyang."

"It would be best to find a family to kill as an example to scare the monkeys!"

"Let them know that merits will be rewarded and faults will be punished! We are not something they can fool!"

"They will only be willing to help me if they can make money and get benefits by following me. But they also have to be afraid of me!"

"Brother Wei, do you think they will do something bad?" Rong Jiacai asked. He felt that these two companies were quite smart and they had people working for them, so they shouldn't be so unwise.

"Don't underestimate people's greed. And even if they don't do anything wrong, there's no guarantee that others won't do something wrong!" said Chen Zhengwei.

There was a huge price difference between the guns sold to the Qing Dynasty and those sold to Southeast Asia.

With just a little effort, they can make profits of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, which is equivalent to half of their family assets, or even their entire fortune.

If it were Chen Zhengwei, he couldn't help it either.

It's not his fault that he always thinks the worst of people.

Put yourself in their shoes!
……

On March 1st, after the 15th, Xu Xinyi and Lin Fuyuan had not left yet.

Situ Ye led his men to Peru to deliver a batch of guns, ammunition and food, as well as several prospecting experts and a security team.

A large amount of supplies have been loaded onto the ship in the past few days.

Also traveling with them was Su Ya, who brought a dozen of his men and a security company squadron of a hundred people to Panama.

Su Ya stood by the dock, looking carefully at San Francisco in front of him, his eyes full of ambition.

Next time I come back, this place will definitely have its own place!
"Let's go!" After looking for a moment, Su Ya turned and walked towards the ship. Just as he reached the gangway, a carriage came from behind.

"Vegetarian duck!" Rong Jiacai got off the carriage.

Su Ya was a little surprised, then trotted to Rong Jiacai's side: "Brother Xiucai, is there anything else?"

"Brother Wei asked me to tell you that Standard Oil is still short of a director representative!" Xiucai patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Xiucai, I know Standard Oil, but what's the story behind it?" Su Ya asked in a low voice.

"The largest oil company in the United States, with a market value of several hundred million dollars. Being a representative in such a company and participating in the decision-making process, isn't that impressive enough?" Rong Jiacai smiled and then whispered:
"There are some other things in it. When you finish this, you will know it!"

"Even if nothing else, this director representative alone is enough to make you walk sideways in the United States!"

After all, Chen Zhengwei is one of Standard Oil's largest individual shareholders, and even his representative has enormous influence in the United States.

What's more, Chen Zhengwei wanted to push Standard Oil to expand overseas to explore for oil in Canada, Venezuela and the Middle East.

Then, with the help of the channels opened up by Standard Oil, it intervened in other local markets.

Therefore, this identity is not only important, but also a high-ranking and powerful position.

If Su Ya can take down Panama, then he would be the most suitable person for this position.

"I get it! I can definitely handle Panama!" Su Ya couldn't hide the smile on her face.

……

"Panama... I've supported another group of 'free' people!" Chen Zhengwei muttered softly as he looked down at San Francisco.

Including the American blacks and the Cuban Free Army, he has supported three groups.

"In addition to the Qing Dynasty... people all over the world must kowtow to me!"

Chen Zhengwei feels that he has made outstanding contributions to the "freedom" and "movement" in this world.

A lot of money is spent on this every year.

After a moment, he turned around and picked up the phone: "Come to my office."

A few minutes later, the henchman knocked on the door and pushed it open.

"Make arrangements. I'll go to the theater tonight! I heard there were two good ones recently!"

Chen Zhengwei has always believed that people should be brave enough to try new things.

This is the only way to keep the world fresh.

In the evening, Chen Zhengwei's carriage appeared in the theater district. As the carriage stopped, a dozen men jumped off the carriage to guard the surroundings, and then Chen Zhengwei got off the carriage.

"Mr. Chen!" Several Italians were waiting at the entrance of the theater. "Your seat has been arranged!"

"Don't worry about me. I'm not here to see you today. Those newcomers will appear tonight, right?" Chen Zhengwei asked.

"Of course! Tonight's performance is Swan Lake, a new piece from the Russian Empire. If Mr. Chen has any other requests, please let us know at any time."

After several people led Chen Zhengwei to the middle seat in the front row, they bowed and said.

Chen Zhengwei's men were scattered around, staring at the audience in the entire theater.

A moment later, with the sound of music, the actors appeared on the stage.

"I always think that you shouldn't wear anything under your skirt, it looks better that way!" Chen Zhengwei muttered.

I heard that in the early days of ballet, some dancers wore nothing underneath their skirts.

Ten minutes later, Chen Zhengwei watched the performance with great interest. He waved his hand to the guards and pointed at a female dancer who was about 1.6 meters tall and had dark brown hair and was obviously of French descent. "This one!"

"And... that..."

As San Francisco prospers, there are more and more new theaters and their quality is much better than before.

After one performance, Chen Zhengwei took a fancy to three of them.

"Talk to them about the contract! It's for three months! Bring them to the club to have supper with me later." When the performance ended, Chen Zhengwei said to his man as he walked out.

After the dancers returned backstage, they sat in a hall and waited.

Waiting for the wealthy people to support their artistic dreams.

But today was a little different. I waited for a long time but no one came.

Just as they began to whisper, the door to the hall was pushed open.

The theater manager and two young Chinese men walked in.

"You are lucky! Mr. Chen hasn't been to the theater for a long time!" The manager said with a smile, and after asking the two Chinese youths, he pointed at three of them.

"Emily, Madeline, and Katharina."

The other female dancers all looked at the three people, with envy in their eyes.

They heard it clearly just now.

The manager is talking about CHEN.

And in San Francisco, there is only one person who is called this.

(End of this chapter)