The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 697: I asked you to say it, and you really dare to say it?

The Hong Kong Zoological and Botanical Gardens is only a little over 5 hectares, and is mainly home to Asia's largest plant greenhouse and some bird species.

Chen Zhengwei and others strolled around casually and came out of the park before 5 o'clock in the evening.

A large number of police officers were seen at the entrance of the park.

The body on the ground had been dragged away, and even the bloodstains on the ground had been cleaned up, leaving traces of the cleaning on the ground.

"Mr. Chen! I heard that there was an attack here, and I think it was a misunderstanding!" The police chief, or should I say the police commissioner, got off the carriage, wiped his sweat and came to Chen Zhengwei.

"What attack?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows, and immediately knew what was going on.

He turned around and waved to Li Xiwen.

"Brother!"

Chen Zhengwei slapped him on the head.

"What did I say before? Are you trying to give me a way out? You are trying to give them a way out!" Chen Zhengwei said unhappily.

Then he turned around and kicked the police chief in the stomach, sending him flying.

The policemen rushed over and blocked the way of the police chief.

Some had their hands on the handles of their guns.

However, Chen Zhengwei's men drew their guns much faster than them.

"Whoever dares to pull out a gun will be killed!" Chen Zhengwei glanced at the policemen and pushed away the policeman in front of him. Several people were knocked over by him.

Chen Zhengwei walked up to the police chief and looked down at him: "Misunderstanding? This is a misunderstanding!"

The police chief's face turned pale and blue, his eyes were full of anger, but he didn't dare to show it.

"No way? Are you angry? How can you be so petty? You just told me it was a misunderstanding!" Chen Zhengwei squatted down and stretched out his hand. The police chief subconsciously shrank back.

Chen Zhengwei reached out to help him straighten his collar, and then patted the shoe prints on his body. "How did it become like this?"

While patting, Chen Zhengwei said slowly: "Whether it is a misunderstanding or not, it is not up to you to say, but what I say counts!"

After saying that, Chen Zhengwei stood up and left and got on the carriage.

"Mr. Chen, it's getting late now, so I'll take my leave!" Wu Tingfang walked to Chen Zhengwei's carriage and bowed to say goodbye.

Chen Zhengwei raised his hand, indicating that he could leave.

The other men also followed and got on the carriage.

Wu Tingfang watched the line of carriages leave and glanced at the police over there. Many of them were staring at him.

He went to a distant place and found a rickshaw to go home.

When he said goodbye just now, Chen Zhengwei did not invite him to do anything, which means that Chen Zhengwei did not think highly of him.

This made him feel somewhat lost.

In fact, even if Chen Zhengwei invited him, he would refuse, because he had discovered before that the two of them were not the same kind of people.

But being rejected is one thing, and not being liked is another.

……

After returning to the hotel, the group rested in the lobby. Lin Changning said, "The man just now is a local boss in Hong Kong and a doctor of law. He should be able to be of use."

"He also thinks he is the local boss! The problem is that he is not a snake, but a dog!" Chen Zhengwei said lazily.

"Hawaii is under my jurisdiction now. What kind of people would I reward from the natives there?"

"The one who helps you do things?"

"No, it's the people who act within my rules!" said Chen Zhengwei.

"There are two kinds of native Hawaiians. One kind works within my rules, and the other kind wants to break the rules I set!"

"The second kind of people are endless! And I still need them to grow sugarcane."

"So what should we do? Among the first group of people who act within the rules, select some who do well and give them some rewards."

“And the first type of people are divided into two types.”

"One is the one who is willing to abandon his fellow countrymen for money and status. This kind of person is just a pet dog. Just give him a bone every now and then."

"The other type works within the rules I set and strives for the interests of his compatriots... In fact, this type of person is more useful because he has a higher status among his compatriots and people trust him."

"For such people, we need to give them a little reward so that everyone can see them. Then they will try their best to fight, and I will give them a little benefit, so that they will feel that their efforts are effective and their lives will get better and better... Let more people learn from them!"

"Then as society progressed, I started to put more of these people on the table for everyone to see."

“This way, there will be fewer and fewer people who want to break the rules, and more and more people who work within the rules and climb up the ladder!”

"Do you know what this is called?" Chen Zhengwei asked with a smile on his face.

Lin Changning thought for a moment and said, "Taming!"

"Yes, domestication! This word is so appropriate!" Chen Zhengwei laughed while patting the armrest of the sofa.

"They think their struggle has paid off... In fact, everyone is doing things within the rules I set, and they will never get out of this circle. This is what I want to see most. Everything else is just details!"

"So I never follow other people's rules! I make my own rules!" Chen Zhengwei was in high spirits.

"Then have you ever thought that not everyone is the one who makes the rules? Since you want to make the rules, you need others to abide by them! People who abide by the rules are the best for you!"

"He is following the British rules now, you just need to make him follow your rules!"

"You always complain that there are not enough talented people, and when there are talented people you look down on them!" Lin Changning advised while drinking tea.

"That makes sense!" Chen Zhengwei nodded, then changed the subject.

"But I don't need this kind of talent. What I lack is a general who can lead a region! Like A-Long and A-Yan!"

"As for this... I'll scatter a handful of seeds, and crops will naturally grow. Besides, the contract we signed with the North has been spread all over the newspapers. I guess some brave people will dare to come to me!"

……

Nanjing, in the inn.

Yuan Shikai and Xu Shichang brothers drank and said:

"A real man should serve on the battlefield, maintain domestic stability and resist foreign aggression. Wei Ting has been determined to be a 'enemy of ten thousand men' since he was young. Studying is not my forte. If I fail again this time..."

"Brother Weiting, if you fail, you can take the exam again next year!" Xu Shichang comforted him.

"That was my original plan! But I recently had a new idea!" The sadness on Yuan Shikai's face disappeared.

"Brother Weiting, what do you think?"

"The world is so big, there is no place where I can't realize my ambitions. Even if I learn literary and martial arts and sell them to the imperial family, but in today's world..." Yuan Shikai's eyes were bright.

"Since there is no chance to realize my ambitions in the Qing Dynasty, I might as well go out and have a look! At least I can protect the people of the place and show the prestige of the Chinese people!"

He has failed many times, and if he fails again this time, he will go to the United States to have a look.

Maybe I can make a career there and realize my life's ambitions.

...The Hong Kong Club is located in a two-story building at 12 Pedder Street, Central, and is the most important social venue in Hong Kong.

The members here mainly include British businessmen, government officials and other non-Chinese social elites.

Starting at around five o'clock in the evening, carriages began to stop at the entrance of the club, and well-dressed gentlemen and ladies walked into the club, greeting each other and chatting.

In addition to restaurants and bars, there are also reading rooms, billiard halls, etc.

"Good evening, Mr. Johnston!" As a middle-aged man entered the club with his female companion, others stood up one after another.

Andrew Johnston, managing director of Jardine Matheson.

Jardine Matheson is the largest trading company in Asia, and Andrew Johnston is one of the most influential businessmen in Hong Kong.

"Good evening, everyone!" Andrew Johnston greeted with a smile, then walked towards the restaurant with his female companion.

A moment later, another gentleman came in. He was William Henry Michael, the Colonial Secretary of the Governor's Office.

"Good evening, Mr. Michael!"

"That Chinese guy didn't give you too much trouble, did he? I heard something happened!"

"I'm not sure yet! But I think it won't be any trouble!" said William Michael.

"What happened?" others asked curiously.

"He killed several people at the gate of Bingtou Garden. He was a monster, an executioner!" said a well-known local businessman with a shrug.

Those Chinese are all weak and can be bullied, but Chen Zhengwei is an outlier among them, and he is also an executioner with bloody hands.

"I've been following his information, from Hawaii to Japan, the Qing Dynasty... wherever he goes, he brings trouble! He never understands what civilization is! The existence of such a person is the biggest irony of the world!"

A group of people were talking about the news about Chen Zhengwei, and a number of carriages stopped in front of the club.

Twenty or so Chinese young men in gentlemen's suits jumped off the carriage and looked around vigilantly, isolating everyone else at a distance.

The Financial Secretary just got off a carriage and was about to enter the club when he was pushed aside by these people.

"You..." The Financial Secretary had suppressed anger in his eyes. After seeing the appearance of these people clearly, he swallowed the rest of his words.

He was the Financial Secretary, and he had the British Empire behind him… but he was a civilized man, and there was no need for him to come into conflict with these barbarians.

This will only make you look ungraceful.

But what is this guy doing here?
Then, under the gaze of everyone, the middle door of the carriage opened, and Chen Zhengwei got out of the carriage wearing pink trousers and a white shirt.

Looking around, he immediately saw the Financial Secretary who was blocked outside. He had seen him before at the dock and at the banquet.

However, he just took a quick glance and felt that it looked familiar, so he didn't take it seriously.

He is face-blind.

He couldn't remember most of them.

Chen Zhengwei walked straight towards the club. The Indian security guard at the entrance of the club stepped forward and said, "Sir, this place is not open to the public!"

This Chinese man brought a large number of bodyguards, but there were no Chinese members in this club.

And what happened at the park gate had not yet reached their ears.

"Drag them away!" Chen Zhengwei tilted his head, and several of his thugs pushed the two Indian security guards aside and punched them in the face.

The commotion outside attracted attention in the club.

Before the people inside came out, Chen Zhengwei had already pushed the door open.

After seeing Chen Zhengwei's huge body, the conversation in the club suddenly quieted down.

Everyone's eyes gathered and looked surprised.

Why is he here?
"Can't I enter here? Did anyone tell me? I am a very reasonable person!" Chen Zhengwei looked around with a smile on his face.

"Sir, this is a private club..." A waiter came over and said stiffly, standing in front of Chen Zhengwei as if he was facing a giant.

Then Chen Zhengwei grabbed his head and said, "I f*cking asked you to say it, and you really dare to say it?"

"No one ever told me where I was not allowed to enter!"

"Everyone who sees me will say, Mr. Chen, your arrival makes this place shine!"

"Mr. Chen, he is just doing his duty!" A gentleman stood up and spoke.

"So you want to tell me that I can't enter here?" Chen Zhengwei grabbed the waiter's head and pushed it to the side. The waiter staggered and fell and hit his head against the wall.

"Of course not, it's just that he wasn't well-informed and didn't know it was Mr. Chen!" said the gentleman with a smile.

"What's your name?" Chen Zhengwei walked up to the other person and asked.

"Sir, I'm James Gibb! Excuse me, I don't mean to blame you... I just want to say that he..." James Gibb, the founder of Derby & Co., mainly engaged in shipping and coal business.

"You don't look like a Hong Kong official... nor do you look like a bank financier... Your skin is so rough, do you often go to sea? Check him out, and sink his ship if it leaves Hong Kong next time!" Chen Zhengwei said to his henchman beside him.

"Sir, I'm sorry!" James Gibb's face changed drastically.

He didn't expect Chen Zhengwei to be so violent, unreasonable, and not consider other people's reactions at all.

"I don't need anyone to tell me what I can do and what I shouldn't do!" Chen Zhengwei glanced at him.

"Mr. Chen, he just made a small offense, can you forgive him?" Another British businessman stood up and spoke.

Chen Zhengwei's brutality united these British businessmen in a common hatred of the enemy.

James Gibb gave the other person a grateful look.

Other British businessmen also put down what they were doing and looked over here.

If Chen Zhengwei doesn't restrain himself, everyone of them will oppose Chen Zhengwei.

They didn't believe that Chen Zhengwei dared to target so many businessmen.

Together, these people could influence most of Britain's commercial interests in East Asia, and their combined influence was enough to convince Britain to send out the East India Fleet or the Pacific Fleet to launch a war.

Chen Zhengwei looked at the man who stood up, then looked around, his mouth grinning almost to his ears.

Chen Zhengwei's eyes also narrowed.

"Yes, you are so brave. I admire you!"

Just when others thought that Chen Zhengwei would find a way out, several American businessmen were already feeling uneasy.

Chen Zhengwei picked up a pen on the side, crushed the back half of the pen, and took out the ink sac.

Then he grinned at James Gibb:
"I've changed my mind now! It would be too much trouble to wait until you leave Hong Kong before sinking your ship. I can't wait that long!"

"Everyone who knows me knows that I don't have much patience!"

After saying that, he inserted the pen into his neck.

Blood spurted out of the pen.

(End of this chapter)