The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 14 You Must Repay This Favor
The next morning, when Chen Qiaoniang and Chen Zhengwu got up, they found a little child of three or four years old curled up on a mattress in the corridor.

The two were startled and pushed open Chen Zhengwei's door in panic: "Brother, there is a child in the corridor!"

"This is someone else's child, and he's being fostered here for three days. Go out and close the door, and don't disturb my sleep!" Chen Zhengwei said unhappily, and covered his head with the quilt.

After sleeping for more than two hours, Chen Zhengwei finally got up from the bed, went downstairs to wash his hands, then returned to the house, took out 500 yuan from his bag, and disappeared in his hand.

Draw ten times again.

1 skill point, 0.1 attribute point.

30 rounds of .44 Winchester bullets, a box of cigarettes, a bottle of soy sauce, a white shirt, two cans of yellow peaches, a short knife, and a pair of binoculars.

"Sure enough, what you draw depends entirely on your luck!" Chen Zhengwei wondered whether he should worship Mazu.

After all, I have already gone to the United States, and only Mazu can take care of me.

Chen Zhengwei directly added that skill point to English, and immediately a lot of knowledge about English flooded into his mind. Chen Zhengwei felt that his English level had exceeded his personal limit, and at least he would have no problem communicating with the Americans to a certain extent.

Then I added a little bit about flexibility. After all, when you go out to do something, it is important to run fast.

The three measurements become:
Strength: 1.3/1.3
Flexible: 1.1/1.1
Physique: 1.2/1.2
Skills: Sanda LV2, Shooting LV1, English LV1.

In the morning, I went to a nearby grocery store and bought some rice, flour, grain and oil.

This way, when I'm not around, Chen Qiaoniang can cook for herself.

Nothing unexpected happened the whole day. In the evening, Yan Qingyou climbed out of the back window of Huang Baoru's house and met up with Chen Zhengwei. The two of them were waiting near the Grand Stage Theater.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Yan Qingyou pointed at a man who got off a carriage and said, "That's Vice President Lin."

Chen Zhengwei looked over and saw a man in his forties or fifties with a mustache, a thin old man, wearing two-piece long gown and jacket, the upper one was black and the lower one was blue.

After getting off the carriage, he greeted people with a smile on his face, and it seemed that he had a wide network of friends.

He is Lin Yuanshan, the vice president of Ningyang Guild Hall.

Next to him was a woman in her thirties, wearing a jacket with rolled-up sleeves and patterned edges, looking no different from the women in eastern Guangdong in China.

Chen Zhengwei straightened his collar, put on a satin hat, and walked towards the theater with a walking stick.

It doesn’t matter whether Huang Baoru’s target is Vice President Lin or not.

As long as you feel it is, it's fine.

Vice President Lin must feel the same way.

Chen Zhengwei didn't rush to find Lin Yuanshan, but went directly to buy a ticket to the theater.

Tickets are 25 cents, 50 cents and $1. The theater is not very big. The first few rows have two chairs with a rectangular tea table in the middle, and the back has a big bench, which can seat four or five people.

By this time the theater was more than half full.

After Chen Zhengwei entered the theater, he stood aside and waited for a while. Then he saw Lin Yuanshan and his female companion sitting down in the two chairs at the front.

Chen Zhengwei then walked over and stood beside Lin Yuanshan, and said to Lin Yuanshan's female companion with a smile: "Is this Mrs. Lin? Please buy me a pack of cigarettes."

Lin Yuanshan's female companion turned her head to look at Chen Zhengwei in confusion, her eyebrows raised, and she was obviously unhappy.

But before she could speak, Lin Yuanshan pressed her shoulder and looked at her carefully. The person in front of him was very young, too young.

He was wearing a gentleman's suit, a top hat, and holding a walking stick in his hand. There was a kind of high spirits between his eyebrows that was not found in ordinary people. He was completely different from ordinary Chinese businessmen.

Lin Yuanshan signaled his female companion to leave for a while.

As soon as Lin Yuanshan's female companion stood up, Chen Zhengwei sat directly on the chair.

"Young man, you look a little unfamiliar!" Lin Yuanshan said.

"First time is unfamiliar, second time is familiar! President Lin will remember me next time!" Chen Zhengwei smiled kindly.

"What do you want from me?" Lin Yuanshan asked.

"Someone wants to buy your life!" As Chen Zhengwei spoke, he took out a gun from his arms and pointed it at Lin Yuanshan.

Lin Yuanshan was startled and his hand shook, causing the teacup to fall to the ground.

The crisp cracking sound immediately attracted the attention of others, but Chen Zhengwei had already put away his gun. "President Lin, don't worry. The fact that I'm still here talking to you means that I don't intend to kill you. At least for now." Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

Lin Yuanshan took two deep breaths, suppressed his surprise, and asked, "What is this gentleman's name? Who asked you to come? What do you want?"

If Lin Yuanshan sounded a little condescending when he mentioned the word "young man", he thought he wanted to discuss business with him, but at this moment, that bit of arrogance completely disappeared.

"I like your attitude now." Chen Zhengwei laughed, then looked at Lin Yuanshan and said word by word:

"Huang Baoru wants your life!"

"It's him..." When Lin Yuanshan heard the name Huang Baoru, he immediately believed it a little.

In the Ningyang Guild Hall, in addition to the president and vice president, there are the treasurer and the clerk. The treasurer is responsible for managing the finances of the guild, while the clerk is responsible for recording meetings.

In addition, there are some directors who are Chinese businessmen with high status and reputation and wealthy wealth.

Although directors have no real power, they can make suggestions at meetings.

Huang Baoru is one of the directors and the leader of the young and middle-aged group. He has a higher reputation than most directors and has always been quite restless.

Lin Yuanshan thought that he would make trouble again during next year's election, but he didn't expect that he couldn't wait so soon.

"I have always been a trustworthy person, but people have no intention of harming tigers, but tigers have the intention of harming people's hearts. He not only wants you dead, he also wants me dead. When he avenges you, President Lin, his reputation will naturally soar. I don't need to say more about other things, right?" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

Lin Yuanshan felt a chill on his back at this moment, and he was shocked and angry.

If Huang Baoru's thoughts had not been discovered by this person, he would have died here.

He did have doubts in his heart, but he couldn't afford to take the risk, and besides, the gun was pointed at him.

"You came to me not just to tell me these, right? What do you want?" Lin Yuanshan asked.

"You know that there was a group of Irish people nearby who attacked Chinese people several times before?" Chen Zhengwei asked first.

"I went to the police station to protest several times!" said Lin Yuanshan.

Chen Zhengwei sneered on the spot, saying that protesting was useless.

If protests were useful, the world would have been peaceful long ago.

However, Chen Zhengwei did not intend to mock Lin Yuanshan now, and continued:
"Huang Baoru left Chinatown for something and was beaten to death by the Irish gang. His servants can testify that he never came back after he left at night. Then, you transfer his assets to my name."

Chen Zhengwei had just arrived and was unable to swallow up Huang Baoru's assets by himself, but if Lin Yuanshan was willing to help, it would be much easier.

"I can't do it!" Lin Yuanshan said bluntly. "Even if Huang Baoru is dead, I have no right to do that. There are so many eyes watching me, I can't explain it."

"Don't be so decisive... I have three plans!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"First, the club will buy Huang Baoru's assets and let me take care of them! If anyone has any opinions, they can come to me."

Anyway, he has the final say on how much money to pay to the guild every month, and aren’t the guild’s assets his assets?

"Second, you find a few of your people and hold an internal auction. I will offer one thousand yuan to at least buy shares of the cigarette factory and the shirt factory. If one thousand yuan is not enough, you can make up the difference."

Lin Yuanshan originally thought that Chen Zhengwei looked young and wanted to spend some money to send him away, but he did not expect Chen Zhengwei to come up with these two plans.

This surprised him and he wondered if there was someone behind Chen Zhengwei.

After all, Chen Zhengwei looks too young.

Seeing Chen Zhengwei keeping silent, Lin Yuanshan subconsciously asked, "What about the third one?"

"President Lin, to be honest I did save your life. Even the slightest kindness should be repaid with a spring, let alone the life-saving favor. You have to repay this favor." Chen Zhengwei said slowly.

"If you don't agree with either plan, then you just don't want to repay the favor!" Chen Zhengwei placed his hands on the coffee table, making a crisp thumping sound.

When he moved his hand away, there was a bullet on the coffee table.

Chen Zhengwei looked at Lin Yuanshan with a smile.

"President Lin, if you don't repay the favor of saving my life, it will be bad if it gets out."

It can be fatal!
(End of this chapter)