The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 709 You hit my boat and the paint was knocked off

The Vietnamese navy on the wooden boat looked at the increasingly larger warship with expressions of horror.

According to the other party's current route, the two sides will definitely collide.

The result of a collision between a steel behemoth with a displacement of nearly 10,000 tons and a wooden warship with a displacement of more than 100 tons can be imagined.

Compared with the enemy, their warships were like small dinghies.

"Full sail! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" The captain of the ship rushed over to steer the ship, and then the ship accelerated to one side.

Looking at the other side's actions, Chen Zhengwei ordered: "Inform the Warrior to turn 12 degrees to the right! Go full speed ahead!"

The sailors on the Vietnamese patrol ship were just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but they soon discovered that the opponent's largest warship had adjusted its angle and was heading towards them.

If both sides keep their speed unchanged, they will collide with each other in three minutes at most.

"They did it on purpose!" The captain's head was covered in sweat!
"Hold up the sail!"

Seeing that it was too late to reef the sails, the sailor simply drew his knife and cut the rope. The ship finally slowed down, but the Warrior adjusted the angle slightly.

The Vietnamese on the patrol ship looked at the high-speed bow of the ship with despair in their eyes and jumped off the ship one after another.

Another patrol ship in the distance and the surrounding fishermen watched in horror and anger as the patrol ship was crushed to pieces.

The people on the Warrior only felt a slight collision.

Chen Zhengwei looked at the wood fragments on the sea and the Vietnamese who were struggling to survive in the sea, and said with a smile: "Notify the Los Angeles and San Francisco to fire towards the port and inform them that we are entering the port!"

Normally, if you want to enter the port, you must first notify the other party, and then obtain consent before you can enter the port.

However, Chen Zhengwei always has his own way of visiting other people's homes.

The guns of the Los Angeles and San Francisco fired directly at the sea in front of Da Nang.

Boom boom!

Along with the sound of artillery fire, a huge column of water rose on the sea in front of Da Nang.

On a fishing boat hurriedly returning to the port, several fishermen looked at the water column two meters away and fell directly into the boat, their eyes full of fear.

The sound of artillery fire even alarmed the French in Da Nang.

Vietnam is now under the Nguyen Dynasty, and its largest port, Saigon, is controlled by France.

Da Nang is the most important port in Vietnam besides Saigon. It is also the military port of the Vietnamese government. However, it is now also influenced by the French.

"What happened at the port? Our army... hasn't reached here yet, right?" Several French businessmen were holding a salon in the manor and became confused after hearing the sound of artillery fire.

Soon, news came back.

“It’s not our army…it’s the American one!”

"And it was that barbarian!"

"Americans are savages. The British have always believed that they are the descendants of prostitutes and natives!" a French businessman laughed.

"The most brutal one!"

"That Chinese guy?" The others were stunned for a moment, then reacted.

Chen Zhengwei was in Hong Kong a few days ago, and Hong Kong is indeed very close to here, so it is not surprising that he appeared here.

It’s less than two days’ voyage.

"What is he going to do?"

"Forget it, let's not show up!"

Several French people didn't want to meet Chen Zhengwei at all.

At the same time, two torpedo boats had squeezed into the harbor and notified the port fleet that they were about to dock.

"Are you from the Qing Dynasty or Americans? What is your purpose? Why are you firing?" The Da Nang official asked with an English translator, suppressing his anger.

"Are you blind? Can't you see the American flag? As for firing, it's just a greeting!" The sailors who jumped off the ship didn't care about them at all.

"Our ship is coming into port now!"

"You need to state your intentions!" the port manager said in a deep voice.

Da da da!
A series of bullets landed on the ground near the port manager, startling him and causing him to step back with a pale face.

A few more sailors jumped off the ship, guns in hand. "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Clear this pier, or we will just shoot them down!"

Seeing these people being unreasonable, the port manager could only ask people to dispatch ships at the dock while suppressing his anger and saying, "Are you Americans? We in Vietnam have no conflicts with you in the United States! Are you trying to start a war by doing this?"

The sailors picked their ears.

"Talk to our boss if you have anything to say!"

They didn't know what Chen Zhengwei was planning.

More than half an hour later, the ship Chen Zhengwei was on arrived at the port.

Before that, hundreds of people from security companies had already driven everyone else away at the dock.

Even the port manager retreated to a distance, and the Vietnamese Army also sent a team of 100 people, holding old rifles and knives, to watch behind the port manager.

Chen Zhengwei stretched himself, rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, with fireworks still hanging on his shoulders, and got off the boat with one hand in his pocket.

Li Xiwen followed him with a dozen of his men.

As for Big Head, his face was pale, his steps were unsteady, and he fell to the ground as soon as he got off the boat.

The thugs at the dock all moved to the sides.

Chen Zhengwei walked to the front and asked, "Can you understand English?" The translator exchanged a few words with the port manager and said, "Sir, what is your purpose?"

"Your ship hit my ship!" Chen Zhengwei turned his head and pointed at the Warrior.

"Do you know how much my boat costs? You can tell it's expensive just by looking at its size! Didn't you see that the paint has been knocked off? You have to compensate me!"

At this time, a group of navy officers came running over in anger. One of them pointed at Chen Zhengwei and shouted, "They crushed the Hailong. I saw it clearly. They did it on purpose!"

After these words were spoken, the other Vietnamese people's faces also looked unhappy.

"What are they shouting? Are they monkeys?" Chen Zhengwei picked his ears.

These contemptuous words made the translator silent for a moment, and then he said: "You crushed our Sea Dragon!"

"Damn it! I haven't seen anyone so bold as to turn the tables on me in a long time!"

Chen Zhengwei stretched out his hand to the side, and the henchman immediately handed him the gun.

Chen Zhengwei took the submachine gun and fired directly at the group of naval soldiers running towards them.

Da da da!
Along with the flames from the muzzles of their guns, the navy sailors who were running towards them were covered in blood and fell to the ground.

This sudden change stunned all the port personnel and Vietnamese army soldiers on the scene.

"I fucking hate it when someone frames me! Why don't you even know what the consequences will be for framing me!" Chen Zhengwei cursed and threw the gun to his henchman.

The eyes of those Vietnamese soldiers turned red. Just as they were about to take action, they were pointed at by hundreds of submachine guns and retreated subconsciously.

"We have been on good terms with China for thousands of years and have paid tribute to the Qing Dynasty every year. Is this how you, the Qing Dynasty, treat your vassal states?" The port manager's eyes were bloodshot and his face was filled with grief and indignation.

"Or do you want to start a war?"

"Are you blind? Can't you see our flag?"

"You can protest to the Qing Dynasty, or to the United States!" Chen Zhengwei grinned and said, "You rammed my ship, and you want to frame me?"

"Pay me $300 million and we'll let this go! After all, I'm not a petty person!"

"Otherwise I will bomb Da Nang and then take Hue, but that won't be something that $300 million can solve!"

The person in charge of the port looked at Chen Zhengwei who was standing there like a bear and the hostility emanating from him. He felt sad and angry and his eyes were almost on fire.

He slowly looked around and saw that the Chinese were all holding guns, and their weapons were much more advanced than theirs.

He just saw clearly that the other party's gun could fire dozens of bullets in an instant.

Many Vietnamese troops still use flintlock rifles.

Only the most elite troops in the royal city had some imported firearms - a rifle that loaded gunpowder and bullets from the front.

And the number is very small.

Thinking of Vietnam's current situation, his heart was filled with sadness, and he suddenly pleaded in Chinese: "Sir, Vietnam is going through a difficult time now, and France is constantly invading us. We have to pay tribute every year, and you should protect us. In the past, you have helped us in Vietnam to survive many disasters..."

"What does it have to do with me? I'm not a Qing citizen, and you didn't pay tribute to me!" Chen Zhengwei interrupted the other party directly, looking impatient.

"Go and inform your king to pay compensation! Or I will blow up the port and attack Hue! Not a penny less than 300 million US dollars." Chen Zhengwei's face was full of indifference.

"If you can't produce it...you'll die! I wonder if anyone from the King of Vietnam is willing to buy it?"

"I'll give you a day to discuss it!"

"Aren't you afraid of being condemned by the international community for doing this?" The other party shouted helplessly when he saw Chen Zhengwei was about to turn around and leave.

Chen Zhengwei picked his ears.

condemn?

It is only natural to pay back debts!

Chen Zhengwei returned to the boat, and the people in Da Nang had no choice but to rush the message to Hue.

In the royal palace in Hue, King Nguyen Phuc Hong Nhan and his ministers were anxiously discussing how to deal with the French's continued invasion of the north.

They have asked the Qing Dynasty for help many times.

When the news from Da Nang came, Nguyen Phuc Hong Nhan was stunned at first, and then asked in confusion: "Who is this Chen Zhengwei?"

His eyes were looking at the Minister of Rites Ruan Zhonghe who was standing aside. He knew the situation abroad best.

When Ruan Zhonghe heard the name Chen Zhengwei, his face began to look ugly.

"He's a Chinese American, very difficult to mess with... He has a lot of fleets and troops..."

"Some time ago, the Qing Dynasty paid a sum of compensation!"

"That's the guy!"

When the other ministers heard that even the Qing Dynasty had to compensate him, what should they do?
Nguyen Phuc Hong Ren was silent for a long time, then burst into tears and asked Nguyen Trung Ha: "What should we do?"

"This man is rude and barbaric, and acts without restraint. He is also known for his barbarity in the Western world," Nguyen Zhonghe sighed.

"He's obviously here to rob. If we don't give him money, he'll really attack Hue!"

"But where can we get the money to give him?" asked another minister.

The southern part of Vietnam has been occupied by France, and they are still invading the north.

Vietnam's annual tax revenue is less than one million US dollars, and it still needs to support officials and buy weapons...

There is simply no money to give to this robber.

(The tax revenue of the Nguyen Dynasty at this time was about several million francs, including land tax, head tax, salt tax, customs duties and other miscellaneous taxes. 1 franc is 0.2 US dollars.)
(End of this chapter)