The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 748: Merciful Mr. Chen
After dinner, Chen Zhengwei kept Bob and chatted with him for half an hour to learn about the current situation of the board of directors...or the murder group.

Bob now has more than 260 men under him, of all ethnicities, all skilled killers.

Some are good at marksmanship, while others are good at faking accidents.

In the past six months, there have been at least 1000 murders in the United States related to them.

They can be seen in gang vendettas, hired murders, and even "business competition."

Bob was very proud of this, and the Council Executive Committee developed rapidly under his leadership.

However, Chen Zhengwei just said: "Bob, you've crossed the line!"

Bob Ryan was a little surprised: "Boss..."

"The Council serves me first, and then the executors of the Committee! The next step is to provide assistance to some members of the Committee... This is to help those members of the Committee clear obstacles and help them solve problems." Chen Zhengwei said indifferently:

"I never told you to hire someone to kill someone, or even to participate in business competition between companies! That would only expose you to everyone's eyes..."

"That's not what you should do!"

"Boss, but we can make a lot of money this way..." Bob Ryan was a little unwilling.

He put in a lot of effort this year to rapidly expand the committee, which also brought great benefits.

He thought Chen Zhengwei would be very happy, but he didn't expect that his contribution would be wiped out with just one sentence.

"What's the use of money?" Chen Zhengwei asked.
Bob Ryan was stunned for a moment, his mind racing. Only with money could the council develop rapidly and recruit more killers.

Now everyone's eyes are filled with fear when facing him, including the gang leaders.

He enjoyed it very much.

If it were before, he wouldn't have any other ideas.

But after going through all this, he was unwilling to be just a knife.

But apparently, Chen Zhengwei just asked him to make a knife.

Chen Zhengwei watched Bob Ryan's expression change with interest.

After a moment, Bob let out a long sigh: "I know, boss, it's my mistake!"

"I will go back and make arrangements, narrow down the scope of business, and do what I should do."

Seeing Chen Zhengwei nod, he bowed, then slowly stepped back a few steps, and then turned and walked out.

The moment he turned around, Bob Ryan's face turned gloomy and his hands were clenched in his sleeves.

However, behind him, Chen Zhengwei also had a revolver in his hand, pointing it at the back of Bob Lane's head and pulling the trigger casually.

boom!
There was a hole in the back of Bob Ryan's head and he fell to the ground.

"You've done this for me for so long, allowing you to die without any fear... I'm still very merciful." Chen Zhengwei smiled.

"If you don't want to make a knife, then don't make it!"

Li Xiwen and his men pushed the door open outside.

"boss!"

"Clean it up... the carpet is dirty again." Chen Zhengwei thought for a moment and said, "Since he has done a great job, I won't blame him."

"Contact the people in the board of directors and conduct an internal cleansing! Get rid of Harry Ryan and his people...all of them."

"In the board of directors... is it Gu Suoyun?" Chen Zhengwei thought for a long time before he remembered this person. His name was Yan Qingyun. It was a good name, but he was a taciturn person and not very sociable.

So everyone calls him Gu Suoyun.

"Let him clean up the internal affairs first... I will arrange for someone to take over the board of directors later!"

There is no way. Gu Suoyun is only suitable to be a deputy and executor, but not suitable to lead a department alone.

After making the arrangements, Chen Zhengwei stood up, stretched, and turned to look at San Francisco in the night.

Today, the street lights in downtown San Francisco have all been replaced with electric lights, which are much brighter.

It costs a lot...but the San Francisco City Government is rich.

Chen Zhengwei took out a cigar and lit it, then went downstairs and saw Anna sitting at the gambling table playing roulette with a lot of chips in front of her.

Chen Zhengwei walked over and put his arm around Anna's shoulders: "How's your luck?"

"I lost a little bit..." Anna stood up and kissed Chen Zhengwei on the face, then sat down and pushed out all the chips worth more than 1000 US dollars in front of her: "All bets 16!"

He also smiled and said to Chen Zhengwei: "16 is my lucky number!"

This action attracted a lot of gamblers to watch.

The dealer glanced at Chen Zhengwei, who shook his head.

The dealer understood and spun the roulette wheel.

"26 o'clock big!"

Anna stuck out her tongue, then stood up, hugged Chen Zhengwei's arm and walked out: "Let's go!"

Chen Zhengwei originally wanted to ask her if she knew why he failed.

Because the roulette wheel is controlled by his people, if he wants someone to win, they will win. If he doesn't want someone to win, he will never win.

But seeing that Anna didn't seem to take it to heart, Chen Zhengwei didn't bother to say anything.

As long as you are not addicted to gambling, it doesn't matter if you play a few rounds casually.

……

The next morning, Chen Zhengwei woke up and leaned against the head of the bed to smoke. Anna opened her sleepy eyes, hooked her arms around Chen Zhengwei's neck, and pressed herself against his chest.

Chen Zhengwei had been gone for so long, and she was reluctant to let him out of her sight for even a second.

"I built you a mansion in Los Angeles! It's on the hill... and you can see the ocean!"

"I've also arranged an apartment for you in the city center."

"Moving to Los Angeles?" Anna inquired.

"You don't need to, you can just come over whenever you like! I'll be spending a lot of time in San Francisco." Chen Zhengwei smiled.

He spends nearly half of the year in San Francisco.

After all, this is the metropolis of the West.

The development of Los Angeles is mainly based on the continuous influx of Chinese immigrants.

After getting up at noon and having morning tea, I accompanied Anna around San Francisco in the afternoon and returned home in the evening.

There was a fireplace burning at home. Lin Changning was sitting on the sofa with a blanket on his knees and a book in his hands.

Chen Zhengwei walked over and sat down on the sofa, throwing his shoes aside.

"The winter in San Francisco is really terrible... When are we moving? Come to think of it, I don't know what Los Angeles is like now. I heard that it changes every day!" Lin Changning asked.

Winters in San Francisco are cold, humid, and very uncomfortable.

She had never liked winters in San Francisco.

"Let's wait a week! And you don't need to bring anything with you when moving, just leave everything here! The furniture over there is all new!" Chen Zhengwei said casually.

He still has some things to deal with these days.

The shipyard was designing a diesel-engine ship, and he needed to see the design, and he had to wait for John Rockefeller.

"There are a lot of things to take!" Lin Changning said immediately, already thinking about what to take away. "By the way, when we get there, what about Qiaoniang and Zhengwu going to school?" Lin Changning asked again.

"They are already so old, just arrange someone to take care of them!"

"Zhengwu is fine, but Qiaoniang is not! If I'm not here, no one can control her!" Lin Changning objected immediately.

"It will be ready in half a year. The school over there has been built, and they can start studying there next fall."

……

Two days later, Chen Zhengwei met Green.

"Sorry, boss! I couldn't greet you when you came back!" Green looked apologetic.

He had just returned from Mississippi.

"Tell me, what's the situation over there?" Chen Zhengwei said indifferently. He hasn't paid attention to the situation of black people in the South for a long time.

Green went to Mississippi State to deal with these things.

"There are good sides and bad sides!" Green said without waiting for Chen Zhengwei to ask, "Now black movements are erupting all over the East and South. Black people are taking to the streets, marching, and attacking the government. Many states have black armed organizations."

"Of course, the weapons are provided by us."

"That sounds good!" Chen Zhengwei said with interest. "But don't let them make too much trouble!"

After all, this is his America.

He just needs to let the blacks cause some trouble so that the whites will realize the threat posed by the blacks.

Rather than allowing them to continue to slow down America's development.

"The bad side is that Nathaniel and his men are almost done... They now occupy half of Louisiana and two cities in Mississippi... It doesn't look bad."

“But they are divided internally, and the US government has convinced the elites…”

"I guess there will be changes in the next two days."

"Of course!" Chen Zhengwei nodded.

Nathaniel and his men's mission had come to an end. The black movement in the United States had already been ignited, so it didn't matter whether they lived or died.

The actions of these black people are doomed to fail.

Chen Zhengwei thought for a moment.

I wanted to let Green find an opportunity to kill Nathaniel, but then I thought there was no need for that.

In fact, as the black movement has developed to this point, the US government must know that someone is helping them.

But so what?
Chen Zhengwei only provided a small, insignificant help, and he was originally a pioneer in the racial equality movement.

Even if they knew they did it, what could they do? Would they bite themselves?

He guessed that Garfield invited him to the White House reception, perhaps wanting to discuss this matter with him.

After all, if black people continue to make trouble like this, it will seriously slow down the development of the United States.

A large amount of military expenditure is spent on internal wars every year. At the same time, the development of many cities in the south has been seriously affected.

……

On the third day of their conversation, in Louisiana.

Monroe, a small river port city, is also the headquarters of the Black Panther Army.

At this time, a group of people in a building were having a fierce quarrel.

"We should negotiate with the US government. War cannot solve any problems. Only negotiation can bring peace and what we want!" A well-dressed black man standing beside the long table shouted.

"It's not time yet!" Nathaniel shook his head.

After so much training, Nathaniel is full of calm temperament and has become like a real leader.

"We have tried to communicate with them before, but they rejected our demands. They only gave us some insincere concessions, which is not what we want! Do you still remember what we want? Our own city, our own shops, the same status as white people, so that our descendants will no longer be discriminated against and bullied!"

"They won't agree! We have done our best!" said another well-dressed black man.

"They will agree as long as we show our strength. The Chinese did it, and we have more people, countless young people, so there is no reason why we can't do it!" Nathaniel still insisted on his opinion.

"We have been losing people, but it's not you who died. Can't you see clearly now? The Chinese won the war, but we didn't! We can only remain in a stalemate and continue to send young people to die! Do you know how painful it is for me to see the young men who greeted me with a smile every morning die on the battlefield?"

“Nathaniel, do you think you are the savior? But you are not. You don’t have the ability of a savior. You are just sending people to their deaths…” The black man who spoke earlier tried hard to squeeze out tears.

Today the Black Panthers are divided into three groups.

One part is composed of early members of the Black Panther Army, led by Nathaniel, and those passionate young people who came from poor backgrounds.

They are staunch advocates of war.

One part is mainly composed of former elites such as congressmen and businessmen, as well as some black people who follow them.

They advocate negotiations with the United States and oppose continuing the war.

And these people have more or less received promises from the US government.

Of course, it’s the ones who take the lead.

The last part is the neutrals...

Inside the room, the dispute between the two sides escalated and then a fistfight broke out.

"You are not a savior, you are just an executioner now, just letting those young people die for your stubborn ideas!" A former congressman covered his eyes and roared angrily.

"You can continue to fight if you want, but we reject war, we need peace!"

After saying that, he slammed the door and left angrily.

Then some more people left.

Nathaniel looked at their backs with pain in his eyes.

They touched Nathaniel's pain in one respect: he was not a savior, unlike Chen Zhengwei who won battle after battle and could defeat the US government with just a handful of people.

That's why he wants to unite everyone.

He once welcomed the participation of these lawmakers and business elites.

These people are all knowledgeable people and I have learned a lot from them.

But I don’t know when the conflicts and rifts between the two sides began to grow bigger and bigger.

"Nathaniel... I... I'm sorry, this time I think they are right. We shouldn't continue fighting and continue to have people die..." A leader of the neutral faction shook his head and left with an apologetic look on his face.

He was not bought by the US government...but he was bought by Green.

Since Chen Zhengwei felt that Nathaniel's mission had been accomplished, Green began to add fuel to the flames, causing the Black Panther Army to further split.

Seeing that even the neutrals had sided with the other side, Nathaniel felt even more distressed.

In the next few days, bad news continued to come.

Some opposition groups began to openly engage with the US government.

The Black Panther Army also began to split under this situation.

Some military commanders publicly expressed their support for the opposition and rejected war.

(End of this chapter)