The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 9 I don't like people owing me money

"Have you found out clearly?" Huang Baoru asked.

"I found out that several Irishmen were beaten to death in front of Patty's Bar last night. Nick Burn was also killed. Even the FBI was alerted."

The person who was talking to Huang Baoru was the one who delivered the gun and bullets to Chen Zhengwei that day, named Huang Jie.

"He's quite quick!" Huang Baoru said after picking up the teacup and taking a sip.

"Boss, that guy is not a good guy. I don't know what trouble he got into in his hometown that made him run here. He might get caught again one day and bring trouble to you, boss." Huang Jie said with a turn of his eyes.

He was kicked by Chen Zhengwei that day and lost face. He has been holding a grudge and thinking about how to get revenge.

"You can think of it, but I can't?" Huang Baoru asked slowly.

Afterwards, he asked someone to secretly leak the matter. As long as he remained silent, he would not cause any trouble. After all, those Chinese workers did not even know English, let alone pass the news to the foreigners.

And those Chinese workers knew that they could stand up for themselves, and they could support themselves.

But Chen Zhengwei cannot be kept. Just as Huang Jie said, if he gets into trouble again and gets caught one day, it might bring big disaster to himself.

After pondering for a moment, he had another idea in his mind.

It is much easier to find someone to kill a Chinese worker who has just disembarked than to find someone to kill a foreigner. Even if he dies, no one will help him.

But before that, there is still something he can do.

……

The Ningyang Guild Hall is located on Duban Street, which runs from California Street in the south to Broadway Street in the north, running through the entire Chinatown.

The house that Chen Zhengwei just found is located at the northernmost end of Chinatown.

Fortunately, Chinatown is not big, and it is only a little over a mile to walk from where I live to the guild hall.

Along the way, I saw quite a few people from various gangs, standing in groups of two or three on the roadside, or entering stores to collect money.

In San Francisco, there are more than a dozen gangs of varying sizes, some with only a few dozen people and some with hundreds or even thousands.

The main business they were doing was gambling dens, brothels and opium dens.

However, there are some gangs that are not in Chinatown. For example, Yixingtang controls the piglets in the mines, and several other gangs control the piglets in some factories. They are even more cruel to those piglets than the foreigners.

The labor situation on Chen Zhengwei's ship is considered good.

The Chinese workers who were abducted, drugged and sold to mines and plantations in South America suffered the most.

Chen Zhengwei looked around with interest along the way. In Chinatown, 90% of the people still had braids and wore Ma褂, which made them look out of place outside of Chinatown.

We arrived at the Ningyang Guild Hall and saw several people standing or squatting at the door.

"Ah Hu, what is this?"

When several people saw Chen Zhengwei, their eyes lit up. They thought he was a factory owner and wanted to come up to him and ask if he was hiring.

"I'm from my hometown. I just got off the ship a few days ago!" Chen Zhenghu greeted several people.

"He doesn't look like one! This outfit must have cost a lot of money, right?" Several people looked at Chen Zhengwei's outfit and found that he looked more American than an American. It was hard to tell that he had just got off the boat.

"He is different from you bunch of rough guys!" Chen Zhenghu laughed, then pulled a young man aside and said, "I was looking for you, wait for me! I have something to tell you!"

This man's name is Yan Qingyou. The Chen family of Wencun and the Yan family and Rong family of Haiyan were sworn brothers in their ancestors and have a friendship of hundreds of years.

Every Chinese New Year, the lion dance team from one village would visit the other village to pay New Year’s greetings.

"Is it a good thing or a bad thing?" Yan Qingyou asked.

"Anyway, I won't harm you! Is Mr. Huang here?" Chen Zhenghu really couldn't tell whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, but when Chen Zhengwei asked him to find someone, apart from those people in the village, the first people he thought of were Yan Qingyou and his two brothers.

“Just went up!”

"We'll talk about it later!"

Chen Zhengwei smiled and nodded at a few people as a greeting, then entered the guild hall with Chen Zhenghu.

A young man inside was stunned when he saw Chen Zhengwei. He hesitated for a moment before coming up to him and asking, "Sir, are you Chen Zhengwei?"

"Yu Chong asked you to come? Wait for me to come down!" Chen Zhengwei said and walked past him.

The young man looked at Chen Zhengwei's back and was stunned for a long time.

It was really him. He couldn't connect this person with the young man who came off the boat earlier, covered in dirt and with two children.

It's only been a few days? So much has changed.

After Chen Zhengwei went upstairs, he pushed open the door of the room he was in last time. He saw Huang Baoru sitting inside. There was another person standing not far from him. He was the man who delivered the bullet to him.

When Huang Baoru saw Chen Zhengwei coming in without even knocking, his eyes flickered and he looked a little unhappy.

However, the change was very subtle, and then his expression returned to normal.

"Boss Huang! I have done what I promised you. By the way, I also sent you a few extra people, and I killed two of them the night before last. Where's the remaining money?" Chen Zhengwei simply pulled over a chair and sat across the table.

"I didn't expect you to do it so efficiently! I have another thing here, are you interested?" Huang Baoru had a smile on his face. Chen Zhengwei did it more efficiently than he thought.

"What's the matter?" Chen Zhengwei asked with interest.

Of the 600 yuan, only 23 yuan remained. Of the remaining 600 yuan, 372 yuan had to be given to Yu Chong, leaving only more than 200 yuan, which was not enough for anything.

"Tomorrow night at 7 o'clock, kill a man at the Grand Stage Theater. If you kill this man, I will give you 1,500 yuan! It's enough for you to live a carefree life for a while." Huang Baoru said to Chen Zhengwei with a smile.

"You are so generous... Which gang leader do you want to kill?" Chen Zhengwei asked with a smile after hearing this.

"Of course not. Those gang leaders are always surrounded by people when they go out. How can they be killed so easily? No matter how powerful you are, you can't beat four people with two fists. Besides, I don't have any grudge against them." Huang Baoru waved his hand.

"As for who it is, I will tell you when the time comes. But I can tell you that there is only one coachman with the target. How about that?"

Chen Zhengwei thought about it and realized that the person Huang Baoru wanted to get rid of was either his business competitor or the senior management of Ningyang Guild Hall.

Subconsciously, Chen Zhengwei felt that this could not be done.

He didn't even know who his target was, and he had specified the location as the Grand Stage Theater.

If there was any problem with the other party's identity, or if someone offered a reward, I would probably have no place to stand in Chinatown.

The most frightening thing when doing things is being completely in the dark, as you might get cheated by others.

Moreover, Chinatown is too small, only about one square kilometer, so there will be nowhere to run if you want to.

Chen Zhengwei thought about it for a while, then relaxed his body, put one hand on the armrest, crossed his legs and said, "Not interested, Boss Huang, please find someone else!"

"Add another five hundred and I'll give you two thousand." Huang Baoru said, stretching out five fingers.

"I said I'm not interested!" Chen Zhengwei sneered. He understood that one had to have a life to spend the money in order to make it.

"Boss Huang, where's my money?"

As Chen Zhengwei spoke, he was thinking about going to the Grand Stage Theater tomorrow. If he could find Huang Baoru's target, maybe he could sell Huang Baoru for a good price.

Chen Zhengwei had figured it out long ago. If he wanted to turn the tables and take over the Ningyang Guild Hall, the person standing in his way would not be the current president of the Ningyang Guild Hall, nor anyone else, but Huang Baoru.

Huang Baoru is the leader of the young and strong faction. If he wants to win over the young and strong faction in the guild hall, he must first clear Huang Baoru out.

If it can be sold for a good price, it will be considered that Huang Baoru has made a selfless contribution to the Chinese cause.

At worst, you can just burn more paper money for him during festivals.

"I didn't bring the money with me. I wanted to give it to you after you finished this thing." Huang Baoru said slowly.

"Add another thousand, three thousand to kill a person, think about it."

Chen Zhengwei knew more and more that something was wrong, so he ignored the words and glanced at the man not far away and said, "It doesn't matter if he didn't bring it. Just ask him to get it. It shouldn't take much time."

Huang Baoru leaned back in his chair. Seeing that Chen Zhengwei still refused to agree, he looked a little regretful and said, "How about this? Come and get the money tomorrow afternoon!"

Chen Zhengwei stared at Huang Baoru for a long time, his mind turning, and he suddenly suspected that Huang Baoru had no intention of giving him money at all.

Especially thinking back to what he said before, offering a high price for himself to go to the Grand Stage Theater to kill someone.

Maybe after I kill my target, he will ask his gang to kill me.

Thinking about it this way, Chen Zhengwei felt more and more that Huang Baoru's target was the top leaders of the Ningyang Guild. When he killed him, his reputation and status in the guild would be further improved.

He asked himself to come and get the money tomorrow to keep himself stable.

I just rejected him. When I go back today, I'm afraid Huang Baoru will find someone to kill me.

Chen Zhengwei's smile became a little dangerous, and his eyes narrowed: "Boss Huang, I don't like people owing me money."

(End of this chapter)