The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 647 Brother Wei, some people say you are a thug
A tailor shop in a black neighborhood in Chicago.

The boss, John Jones, is not only a tailor shop owner, but also a real estate businessman and one of the rare black elites.

During the Civil War, he helped black slaves escape, so he has great prestige among black people.

Today he is a leader in Chicago's black community.

Yan Qingyou rode a horse-drawn carriage to the black community and looked out the window at the shabby and dirty streets and houses. There were men with nothing to do on both sides of the street, wearing shabby clothes and looking numb, and children in tattered clothes running around.

In fact, in this era, life is not easy for ordinary people.

The lives of Eastern European immigrants such as the Poles are even worse and the environment is even worse.

The environment in which black people live is much worse than that of the Poles.

Without exception, these people showed awe towards the carriage and hid aside awkwardly.

It’s not because of Yan Qingyou’s identity, but because those who ride in this kind of carriage are all rich people.

"Boss, we're here!" The carriage stopped in front of the tailor shop, and Yan Qingyou got off the carriage with a newspaper in his hand.

After entering the tailor shop, I saw John Jones a moment later.

"Good afternoon, sir!" John Jones smiled and then asked Yan Qingyou to step aside.

Although it was the first time he met Yan Qingyou, he knew who he was and that Chen Zhengwei was behind him.

"Is something wrong?"

John Jones' eyes fell on the newspaper in Yan Qingyou's hand.

Yan Qingyou threw the newspaper in front of him. "Your compatriots are fighting, you should do something!"

“No one’s status falls from the sky!”

"What can we do?" John Jones already knew about what happened in Louisiana. In fact, he had heard about the camp before it made the news.

Nathaniel and his team have also been actively contacting black people in other states in the past six months.

This time, it is an encouragement to black people in the United States.

He was also thinking about what he could do.

Yan Qingyou's visit to him made him suspicious of Chen Zhengwei's intentions.

"Are they your compatriots or my compatriots?" Yan Qingyou put his hands on the back of the sofa. "Parade, show support, and donate! Or just go and join them."

"They are short of food and medicine! They are your compatriots, fighting for your status. You won't just stand there and watch?"

"I've been thinking about doing something before!" said John Jones.

"That's it, I'll tell you the solution. Brother Wei is very concerned about this matter, because we Chinese have also been bullied! So he hopes to see all ethnic groups in the United States stand up and fight for their own rights!" Yan Qingyou stood up directly.

"You guys should move faster. If you need any help, you can come to me."

He came all the way here just for this matter.

"We will never forget Mr. Chen's help to us!" John Jones said solemnly.

……

In New York, Rong Jiahong and Jim (Eastman's deputy, Eastman is in jail in San Francisco) are sitting in a bar playing cards.

Around the tables were Chinese and Jews wearing soft hats who looked like they were not easy to deal with.

“Raise!”

"No!" Jim looked at the K on the cards. His hole card was also a K.

"You're not following me, why are you so unlucky?" Rong Jiahong said with a smile.

The two were playing Seven Card Stud, which is very popular here in New York these days.

"Forget it, playing cards with you is boring!" Rong Jiahong threw the cards away and snapped his fingers at the person beside him: "Bring two glasses of whiskey."

After a while, when the wine was served, Rong Jiahong said, "Those blacks are rebelling recently!"

"I saw it in the newspaper!" Jim nodded.

"Contact the black communities and ask them to go to the streets to support them and donate money to them. After all, those blacks are fighting for freedom and justice, other blacks should support them!" Rong Jiahong said.

"Is this what Mr. Chen meant?" Jim asked, wondering whether this was Chen Zhengwei's request or Rong Jiahong wanted to encourage those black people to donate and then take the money away.

These two methods of operation are different.

"It's Brother Wei's request! Those foreigners are too bullying. The black people are so miserable. Brother Wei can't stand it anymore."

"Besides, this matter is not unrelated to you. In the United States, the British, Irish, and German rich people have the highest status."

"We Chinese, they blacks, and you Jews and Poles, all need to fight for our own status!"

"I see!" Jim nodded.

Philadelphia, Boston, Baltimore, Cleveland, Pittsburgh... In all major cities in the United States, there are people contacting the black communities and organizing those blacks to do something.

At the same time, in a garden house in Baton Rouge, the capital of Louisiana, a middle-aged man with a big belly was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.

This man was a Louisiana congressman, but his brother was the Louisiana quartermaster.

A moment later, the doorbell rang and the maid went to open the door. Two men in gentleman's suits and hats were standing outside.

After the two entered the house, they took off their hats.

"Good evening, Mr. Walsh!" A man of German descent walked up to Walsh and extended his hand.

"Good evening, Baker. What do you want to talk to me about?" Congressman Walsh extended his hand and shook hands with the other party.

He had done several transactions with the other party and both parties were very familiar with each other.

Congressman Walsh then looked at another man, who was also of German descent and was carrying a box.

"Who is this?"

"Mr. Franz Schwartz Walsh!" The other party introduced himself directly with a bright smile.

"There's been a lot of fuss these days about those niggers. I heard that the National Guard has already set out?" Baker asked with a smile after the three of them sat down.

"Yes. Those dirty niggers! They are heading towards Hancock... They are overestimating their own capabilities and want to attack the city. The National Guard will give them a head-on blow. Make a hole in their heads, blow some air on their brains, and make them sober up." Congressman Walsh laughed, and his smile was full of sarcasm towards black people.

The fact is that no one cares about the black people, even though there are a lot of them.

But many things cannot be solved by just having more people.

"Is it going to go smoothly?" Baker asked.

"You don't think those dirty thieves and beggars can fight after getting guns, do you?" Congressman Walsh said with a bit of ridicule.

"Of course not. In fact, no one thinks they can cause much trouble." Baker said immediately.

Then the topic changed: "What if the National Guard's supplies are a few days late?"

Hearing this, Councilman Walsh looked at Baker.

"A few days late wouldn't cause much trouble, would it?" Baker continued.

"What do you want to say?" The smile on Congressman Walsh's face faded a lot, and he looked at Franz Schwartz on the side.

He was now certain that this stranger was the real boss today. Franz Schwartz put the box on the table and opened it, revealing stacks of cash inside.

"Here is one hundred thousand dollars, half of which is yours, and the other half is for Mr. Quartermaster." Franz Schwartz took out half of it from the box and placed it on the table in stacks.

Congressman Walsh's eyes followed Franz Schwartz's hand.

Franz Schwarz got straight to the point. "I just need you to do me a small favor and delay the supply to the National Guard for a few days."

Franz Schwarz looked at the money in the box and asked after a while, "Why did you do this?"

"This is good for everyone!" Franz Schwarz laughed.

"The National Guard is much stronger than those niggers, isn't it? Even if the supplies are a few days late...it won't cause too much trouble."

"But it would have prolonged the battle for a few days, allowing those guys to get closer to Hancock and even take it."

"Then some people will panic and the prices of many things will go up! Food, medicine, even building materials."

Because fighting is bound to cause some damage to the city.

"That's not a bad thing for Congressman Walsh!"

"For the National Guard and the state government, it is completely different to wipe out the thugs who occupied a few small towns and to defeat the rebels who occupied a city..."

“There’s something good for each of us!”

Franz Schwarz is very direct and does not hide anything.

Because they know Congressman Walsh's character, they came directly to him with money instead of using other methods to find something to hold against him.

Arrogant, stupid, greedy, and audacious.

What's more, as he said, this matter will not cause any trouble to Congressman Walsh, but will bring in a lot of income.

As for whether there will be any losses in Louisiana, whether the city will be destroyed, and whether the National Guard will have more casualties...who cares?

After a moment, Councilman Walsh took his eyes off the money on the table, looked at the other party and said, "I don't cooperate with sneaky people."

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm the regional commissioner of Ryan Trade."

"Never heard of it!" Congressman Walsh said directly.

"After all, there are so many companies in the United States, and new companies are established every day. What's important is that I can bring benefits to Congressman Walsh." Franz Schwartz smiled. It was normal that the other party had never heard of it.

The company is headquartered in Chicago. Although it has been established for almost a year, it has no products.

It's just a shell company with a name.

Half an hour later, Franz Schwartz and Baker left Congressman Walsh's home satisfied.

……

The next day, an infantry regiment of the Louisiana National Guard (800 people) fought a battle with the "Black Panthers" (Nathaniel and his men called it, which Chen Zhengwei mentioned casually when Nathaniel went to San Francisco) just kilometers south of Hancock.

Since Nathaniel had known about the National Guard's movements for a long time, the Jews who had previously funded them provided them with intelligence.

Therefore, both sides suffered casualties in this battle.

After suffering more than 100 casualties, the National Guard retreated to Hancock and continued to send telegrams to Baton Rouge requesting reinforcements and supplies.

However, the promised reinforcements and supplies suddenly stopped coming, and instead they were asked to hold on for another five days.

This made the infantry regiment curse in anger.

Nathaniel then led the Black Panther Army to continue attacking the city of Hancock.

Soon, the two sides fought again on the edge of the city.

At the same time, black people in the United States suddenly woke up overnight.

In major cities across the United States, large numbers of black people took to the streets to protest the oppression of them by the U.S. government and to support the resistance of their black brothers.

Meanwhile in the black community, some people were collecting donations on the streets to raise money for black people in Louisiana.

Although the mainstream newspaper media described the blacks in Louisiana as a group of thugs and rebels, and widely publicized the fact that the thugs looted plantations and towns in Louisiana and killed white plantation owners.

(This is true. After occupying three small towns, many blacks killed some white plantation owners and civilians who dared to resist in order to vent their anger.)
But Nathaniel and his people had already connected with black communities in other states through various means.

Their ideals and demands were also spread.

Coupled with this armed struggle, black people across the United States have sympathized with and supported them.

The whole United States is in chaos.

This gave James Garfield, who had just taken office, a bit of a headache. After all, he had just taken office and had not yet sorted out the situation in all aspects when he encountered such a thing.

And James Garfield was not a racist, so after sending a telegram to Louisiana, he sent a commissioner to Louisiana.

And during this period, something big happened.

Lacking reinforcements and supplies, a National Guard infantry regiment suffered heavy casualties and the city of Hancock fell.

The whole United States was shocked for a while.

After all, the last time something like this happened was… just a year and a half ago.

It was Chen Zhengwei who led the Chinese and finally fought all the way to Washington and signed the Washington Treaty.

Chen Zhengwei has already given them guidance.

Therefore, after the Black Panthers occupied Hancock, black people across the United States were inspired.

Some young black people even hopped on trains to Louisiana, wanting to join the Black Panther Army.

At the same time, a large number of black people donated money to buy food, weapons and ammunition, hoping to send them to the Black Panther Army through various channels.

And there really is such a channel.

For a time, the entire United States was shaken. On the one hand, mainstream newspapers reported in a series of articles about black mobs occupying cities, looting, killing and committing atrocities.

On the other hand, a large number of black people regard the Black Panthers as heroes and as hope for breaking their current predicament.

……

"Hancock fell, the mob's brutality was horrific!"

Chen Zhengwei looked at the newspaper in his hand and said with a smile: "Is it so lively?"

"Damn it, it's finally worth all my effort!"

"Even if it's just a pile of mud, I can still prop it up against the wall."

If he hadn't obtained funding from the Jews, those black people would have starved to death in the winter.

Not to mention that he was escorting those blacks throughout the battle.

Delaying supplies to the National Guard, leaking the National Guard's movements and deployment to the Black Panthers...he was just short of going to help them in person.

Chen Zhengwei threw the newspaper aside and stretched himself.

"Brother Wei, you should also read this one! They say you are a thug!" Rong Jiacai handed another newspaper to Chen Zhengwei.

"Who is it? How dare you?" Chen Zhengwei's eyebrows stood up.

(End of this chapter)