The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 13: No one is rich without windfall
The woman carried the child out. He was about three or four years old and still a little confused.

The woman looked at Chen Zhengwei with horror and vigilance, and shrank into the corner.

Chen Zhenghu and Yan Qingyou searched the whole building and said to Chen Zhengwei, "There is no one else."

"Bring down a bed sheet, tie him up, and block his mouth!" Chen Zhengwei stepped on Huang Baoru's back.

"Don't tie his wrists, don't leave marks. Just wrap them up with a bed sheet!" Chen Zhengwei instructed the two men to tie Huang Baoru up like a mummy, making sure that Huang Baoru couldn't break free, and then blocked his mouth.

We still need to keep Huang Baoru, he is still useful.

Chen Zhengwei pulled a chair and sat down. He looked at the woman carefully for a moment and then asked slowly, "What's your name?"

"Sister Wang..."

"How old is the child?"

"Four years old..."

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Half a year..."

"Do you want to go home? Is there anyone in your hometown? Are your parents still alive?"

Chen Zhengwei's slow questioning eased the fear in the woman's eyes a little, and her tears flowed down.

"This guy wants to murder Mr. Wu, the president of the guild. We are just taking money from him to help him get rid of his misfortune. We have no hatred or grudge against you, and we don't want to harm you, but this matter cannot be spread. How can I believe that you won't tell others?"

Wang A-mei hesitated for a moment and pleaded in a low voice: "Can you ask them to turn around?"

Chen Zhengwei waved his hand, and although Chen Zhenghu and Yan Qingyou were curious, they still turned around.

Wang A-mei slowly lifted up her nightgown, but there was nothing erotic about the scene; instead, it was a bit shocking.

Wang A-mei's body was covered with scars, bruises, whip marks, new and old scars intertwined, and there were even signs of bites on some protruding parts.

"So perverted?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows. This scene surprised him a little.

Chen Zhenghu and Yan Qingyou exchanged glances, becoming even more curious and managing to hold back from looking back.

“How much does he pay you a month?”

"Twenty... I have no choice. I have a son and nowhere to go..." Wang A'mei looked sad and tears kept flowing down.

If she were outside, a widow with a good appearance and a child would probably be even more miserable than here.

"I know it's not easy for a woman with a child to make a living in this place. It's a place where people are eaten alive!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

When Wang A-mei heard this, her tears flowed even harder.

"I will definitely not say anything nonsense, please don't harm me and my son..."

"Don't worry, as long as you are obedient, you and your son will be fine. And I can give you some money, you can buy a boat ticket and take your child back home. If you don't want to leave, stay in Chinatown and start a small business!" Chen Zhengwei said, and then his voice became cold:
"But if you say something nonsense, you can't blame anyone else! I work for Mr. Wu. As long as he says a word, you and your son will appear in the sea in one day at most."

Although his words had many loopholes, a woman with little knowledge only needed to be scared a little, and Chen Zhengwei was too lazy to spend time making up lies.

He didn't have much sympathy either; he wasn't a very compassionate person.

This is the way the world is. If you don’t eat others, you will be eaten by others.

If you don't live up to your expectations, you can't blame others.

He just felt that this woman was still useful and could help him smooth over the matter.

She also has a son who is easy to control.

Wang A-mei hugged her son again and said repeatedly: "I will definitely not say anything nonsense!"

"Don't worry, what you are asked to do is very simple. I will teach you a few words, and if someone asks you about it later, you can just say what I say."

Chen Zhengwei said this just to put her mind at ease.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Wang A-mei felt a little relieved. It seemed that the other party really had no intention of hurting her and her son.

As for what Chen Zhengwei said about giving her some money, she didn't dare to believe it.

"Turn around and look at them!"

Chen Zhengwei asked the two of them to watch and then went upstairs.

The layout of the first floor is relatively simple, with a single floor of about 70 to 80 square meters, a living room, kitchen and maid's room.

There were some wooden furniture in the living room, but it was worthless.

There are three rooms on the second floor: a study, a utility room and a bedroom. The bed in the bedroom is quite messy.

Wang A-mei's son was in the servants' room on the first floor, but she was taken down from the second floor. One can imagine what Huang Baoru was doing when she and others arrived.

Chen Zhengwei walked around and found an iron cabinet in the study, which was locked.

Chen Zhengwei went to the bedroom, found the key, opened the door, and saw what was inside. He immediately felt very happy.

There were a lot of green bills inside, including five-yuan, ten-yuan, and fifty-yuan notes.

At this time, few Chinese people would deposit money in American banks, mainly because of the language barrier.

Therefore, some people will deposit money with people they trust, such as guilds, or transfer money through guilds.

Although Huang Baoru knew some English, all the banks were outside Chinatown and the foreigners there had a very bad attitude towards Chinese people, so he kept a lot of cash at home.

Chen Zhengwei took out all the money and counted it. It was a total of more than 3,200 yuan, which was a huge sum of money.

He first gave out 1,000 yuan, which disappeared directly from his hands and was stored in the system. The remaining money was placed on the table, while Chen Zhengwei took out other things from the safe to check.

There was a thick stack of documents, including the lease contracts for the tobacco factory and the house where he lived, the shareholding contract for the shirt factory, and the deeds to two grocery stores.

Chen Zhengwei thought about it and felt that these things were not easy to deal with, but there was still some hope.

In addition, there was a passbook at the Bank of California with $3000 in it.

This money was relatively easy to withdraw. In banks during this period, withdrawals were mainly based on passbooks and signatures, and there were not even passwords.

Moreover, in the eyes of those foreigners, Chinese people all look almost the same, and all they need to do is learn Huang Baoru's signature a little bit.

"A man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth, and a horse cannot grow fat without night grass!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

It is really easy to make money in this era.

With these, Chen Zhengwei didn't care much about other things, but when he saw a pure silver pocket watch in the drawer of the study, he put it away.

You can give it to your younger brother.

After taking all the things downstairs, Chen Zhenghu and Yan Qingyou saw the huge pile of money that Chen Zhengwei was holding. Their eyes widened and then they showed excitement.

No matter how nervous they were before, they couldn't help but get excited when they saw the money. It was probably the same as seeing their first love, it was a heart-pounding feeling.

Chen Zhengwei took out 400 yuan and threw it to Chen Zhenghu: "These are yours!"

Then he took out 300 yuan and gave it to Yan Qingyou: "These are yours."

"I am the most fair person. You will get paid according to how much work you do!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile, putting his hands on the table.

If you want to be a boss, you not only have to look like a boss, but also do what a boss should do.

"Thank you, Brother Wei!" Both of them had smiles on their faces, and couldn't help counting the money after taking it.

"You, come here too!" Chen Zhengwei waved at Wang A-mei again.

Chen Zhengwei took out 200 yuan, but didn't give it to her. Instead, he put it aside.

"I'll invite your son to my place to play for three days, and I'll send him back to you after three days, along with this money. Don't worry, he won't lose a hair, I always keep my word!"

……

Leaving Chen Zhenghu and Yan Qingyou at home, Chen Zhengwei went home directly, but he brought a child with him.

After returning home, Chen Zhengwei washed his hands first, then turned on the system and started drawing ten times in a row.

As the roulette wheel flashes, the grids turn over one by one.

Two cans of braised pork, a pack of cigarettes, a brass kerosene lighter, an axe, a crowbar, a pair of handmade leather shoes, and 50 rounds of .44 Wesson III revolver bullets.

In addition, there are 0.2 attribute points.

"It's just so-so!" Chen Zhengwei smacked his lips, not very satisfied.

This stupid system always puts a bunch of garbage in to make up the numbers.

In addition, you can get skill points or attribute points by drawing a lottery. The skill point is 1, and the attribute point is 0.1.
This time, he has two 0.1 attribute points in his ten consecutive draws.

Then Chen Zhengwei started his second ten-game streak.

After a moment, the grid on the wheel flipped open.

This time, a new thing appeared, a fire stick.

The Winchester M1873, a lever-action rifle with a tubular magazine that can hold 11 rounds of bullets, is also the favorite gun of western sheriffs, gangsters, and even ordinary people.

Although it used round-head bullets, its accuracy and range were much worse than those of later generations, but it was much better than a revolver.

In addition, I got another 0.1 attribute point, and other things, there were cigarettes, a bowler hat, two bottles of Yunnan Baiyao, a white shirt, a pair of glasses with gray lenses, a white silk scarf, and a can of hawthorn.

"Damn it, I got the gun but not the bullets, and you want me to use it as a fire poker?" Chen Zhengwei took out the Winchester to study it, then held the barrel and waved it twice. It felt pretty good.

But the crowbar feels better!

Cursing, he stuffed the Winchester back into the space, then stared at his attribute points for a moment, and added one point each to flexibility, strength, and physique.

He suddenly felt a warm current surging in his body, and at the same time a sense of strength filled his whole body. When these feelings disappeared, he found that he seemed to be a little stronger and his body was a little more flexible.

Chen Zhengwei:
18 years old

Strength: 1.3 (1.3)

Flexible: 1 (1)

Physique: 1.2 (1.2)

Skills: Sanda LV2, Shooting LV1, English LV0.

"This is not bad..."

Sure enough, adding some extra points is much more comfortable than practicing hard.

The only problem is that I didn't get any skill points.

Chen Zhengwei put his hand on a bag on the side, and then moved it away.

There are more than 1,900 yuan in the bag.

"Forget it, gamblers will not have a good death. I'm unlucky today, I'll try again tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)