The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 747 The Bullets Will Go Around Me

Rong Jiacai returned to the casino. It was still quite lively there, but most of the people there were his own people.

He doesn't care about the casino's profits now, he just got used to being here.

Almost all of the people playing in the casino were his subordinates who were enjoying themselves.

"Brother Xiucai, there is a telegram! We encountered some Indians in Fir Town." When the henchman saw him, he quickly took out the telegram.

"Did any conflict occur?" Rong Jiacai asked.

"No, they met some Indians five days ago, and those Indians said that was their place. Apart from that, there's nothing else. They are quite curious about us." The man laughed.

There are also Indians in San Francisco. They were integrated into the United States very early, but their number is very small, only a few hundred.

In the eyes of foreigners, Indians and Chinese look exactly the same, but in the eyes of Chinese, there are still big differences in appearance between the two.

Xiucai nodded. Although Chen Zhengwei didn't like Indians, he always felt that it would be beneficial to integrate these Indians into the Chinese community.

And Chen Zhengwei also gave them a chance.

"They are still waiting for a telegram on the other end, right? Send them a telegram. Try not to have a conflict with them and maintain contact first. I will send someone over." Rong Jiacai said after standing there thinking for a few minutes.

He planned to send a few eloquent people over there and borrow some people from Aaron at the same time.

It would be best if we could negotiate with them, but if they refuse... then we have no choice but to kill them.

Otherwise, if they harass and attack the surrounding areas every few days, Fir Town will not be able to develop.

Also... there is the issue of prostitutes...

"Who is the current leader of the Mexican gang? Find him here for me. And find out about the current situation of the Mexican gang..."

The original boss of the Mexican gang was called Santos. Later, there were two internal conflicts and their power was dispersed. Now even Xiucai doesn’t know who their boss is.

I only know that several people visited him.

Two hours later, two groups of Mexican men came to Xiucai's casino. The two leaders looked at each other outside, with resentment and dissatisfaction towards each other in their eyes.

If this wasn't Chinatown, the two might have started fighting on the spot.

"Brother Xiucai lets you in!" the henchman came out to announce.

"Just the two of you!"

"Thank you!" The two nodded slightly, and then followed the henchman to Rong Jiacai's office.

"Mr. Rong!" Facing Rong Jiacai, who was sitting behind the desk in a respectful gentleman's suit, both of them bowed to show their respect.

The Chinese boss is Chen Zhengwei, and Rong Jiacai is his right-hand man.

Chen Zhengwei now pays little attention to what is happening in San Francisco, and Rong Jiacai is the person they can really deal with.

"Sit down!" Rong Jiacai's attitude was very gentle.

"Mr. Rong, is there anything you need from me?" The two began asking after they sat down.

"I heard that Mexicans don't have a good life? I mean those in Mexico..." Rong Jiacai asked with a smile.

"Yes, thanks to that foreign benefactor, many people have lost their land..." One of them shrugged. "Maybe Mr. Chen should go to Mexico to invest in some business. I think he will sell Mexico to Mr. Chen!"

The man's words were somewhat sarcastic, but they were not directed at Chen Zhengwei, but at Mexican President Porfirio Diaz.

At the same time, he was telling the truth.

Porfirio Díaz was a pro-foreign leader who paved the way for foreign investors.

Even in investment, foreigners are given priority.

The United States has invested a lot there, and the city has developed rapidly, but the cost is also huge.

A large number of farmers lost their land and had to go to the city to find work.

The men went into factories but with their meager salaries it was difficult to support their families, while the women became prostitutes.

In fact, in that era, most families had only one man who went out to work and had to support the women and children.

Even ordinary workers in the United States have a difficult life.

Not to mention Mexico.

There, urban workers can earn about $6 to $10 per month, depending on the type of work they do.

Farmers who worked as tenants could earn less than $6 a month.

Moreover, food prices in Mexico are higher than those in the United States.

In addition, farmers are forced to move to cities and rent houses, and the money is not enough for a family to eat.

"Since they can't eat, why don't they come to America?" Rong Jiacai smiled. "We need some prostitutes... the voluntary kind, and their salary will not be less. I will support whoever brings the most people!"

The two men frowned immediately, not because of the prostitute, but because Rong Jiacai wanted to interfere in their internal dispute.

"Think about this matter among yourselves! I need results as soon as possible."

There are many Mexicans in San Francisco. If these two are not obedient enough, kill them and replace them with obedient ones.

If they want to make a living in San Francisco, the most important thing is to recognize their identity and position.

After sending the two men away, Rong Jiacai continued to consider who to send to communicate with the Indians.

After thinking about it, he called his henchman: "I remember there are some Indians in San Francisco? Go contact them. I need some good talkers."

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Chen Zhengwei returned to San Francisco and went to find Anna.

When Anna saw Chen Zhengwei's carriage upstairs, she picked up her clothes and hurried downstairs, then trotted into the carriage and threw herself into Chen Zhengwei's arms.

She raised her head and bit Chen Zhengwei's lips. After a while, she smiled and said, "You've been gone for a long time this time. I missed you so much!"

"You won't leave again for a while, right?"

"I'm not leaving. I'm not going anywhere!" Chen Zhengwei patted Anna's butt.

Knowing that he had returned, President Garfield sent him a telegram, partly to thank him for his previous help.

He has recovered almost completely now, but he just can't overwork himself.

On the other hand, Chen Zhengwei was invited to attend the New Year's reception at the White House. This year he will hold a grand reception at the White House.

Chen Zhengwei was not very interested in the White House reception, mainly because it was too far to travel back and forth.

Anna lingered around Chen Zhengwei for a long time before she straightened her clothes and asked, "Where are we going now? To my place?"

"Eat first! Don't you see what time it is?"

"Meet a few people by the way."

"He must be a big shot!" Anna laughed.

Ordinary people cannot see Chen Zhengwei.

"Not really!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand.

Several gangster bosses from other areas are now serving time in prison.

One of them was released from prison yesterday, so he simply invited them all to have a meal together.

There are quite a few gang members serving their sentences in Chen Zhengwei's prison today, and they are all gang leaders from various regions.

Here you can not only wash away the charges against you without affecting your enjoyment, but you can also communicate with others.

San Francisco Prison is now very famous among American gangs.

After all, this is where you can learn the most down-to-earth business methods and criminal skills, and it is a holy place for American gangs.

A moment later, the two men arrived at the club, and more than a dozen people stood up when they entered.

"Mr. Chen, it's an honor to meet you!" Several gang leaders came over and held Chen Zhengwei's hands. One of them leaned over and kissed the ring on Chen Zhengwei's thumb.

The rest of the people were their subordinates, who could only bow slightly at the periphery.

"Eastman, congratulations on being released from prison! And you all...you look good! I guess life in prison must be pretty good!" Chen Zhengwei smiled.

"Yes, Mr. Chen, life in prison is very fulfilling. I have also read several law books, and I plan to continue my law studies at New York University after I return." Eastman, the boss of the New York gang, said respectfully.

"If you had worked so hard back then, you would definitely be a famous lawyer in the United States now!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

"I'm sure of that. It's a pity that not everyone has the opportunity to learn!" Eastman also laughed.

Chen Zhengwei turned his head and saw a man with a mustache wearing a decent gentleman's suit.

Bob Lane.

The younger of Bob's brothers and the head of the board of directors.

Now he doesn't look like the tired and dusty person he was when he was sleeping in the wilderness. He looks more like a nobleman.

"Boss!" Bob Ryan bowed.

"Bob... your clothes are very suitable!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile: "You must know him!"

"Of course!" everyone said immediately.

The executor of the Council, the head of the murder ring, how could they not know him?
"Let's eat and talk at the same time. I'm very hungry!" Chen Zhengwei invited everyone to the restaurant, where French food had already been prepared.

During the meal, Boston gang leader Allen Gustin said, "Mr. Chen, I received a message that the Boston police are tracking down Mr. Bob! They asked my men if they knew about the murder group. Of course, my men kept their mouths shut and said nothing!"

Chen Zhengwei looked over and Bob Ryan immediately said, "Some of our actions in Philadelphia were noticed. I will take care of it."

Three months ago, a newspaper reporter encountered a murder gang in Philadelphia that killed a banker.

During the subsequent in-depth investigation, the reporter unexpectedly heard the suggestive term "murder gang" from some local gang members.

He thought this was big news, so he sent the press release back to Boston headquarters while continuing to investigate.

The reporter's body was later found in the river.

A fire broke out at the newspaper's headquarters in Boston, and the editor-in-chief died in the fire.

This incident also attracted the attention of the local police, especially a local sheriff who had some friendship with the editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

But Chen Zhengwei didn't need to know this, he just said casually: "No one is unmanageable! Everyone has weaknesses, women, money, or family."

"If it's not these, then the body must be the weakness." Chen Zhengwei's words were full of certainty.

"Bullets are equal for everyone!" laughed the Boston gang boss.

A group of people discussed murder and crime recklessly, and downplayed it as if it were eating or drinking water.

Anna has long been accustomed to this.

Ever since she met Chen Zhengwei, Chen Zhengwei has been surrounded by these things.

"If it were you, I would suggest you use legal means!" Chen Zhengwei looked at the gang leaders again.

But Bob Lane is different. The people he leads are a violent murder group, and they are best at making someone disappear.

Then Chen Zhengwei laughed again: "Alan, you are half right. Bullets are equal to everyone, but there are exceptions."

"For example, me!" Chen Zhengwei pointed at himself and said arrogantly, "The bullets will go around me!"

(End of this chapter)