The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 162 This is fucking unscientific

"I'm going to be late again!" Anna jumped out of bed in a hurry.

"Damn!" Chen Zhengwei was awakened by Anna's panicked voice and almost kicked her. In the end, he had to bury his head under the pillow.

After a while, Anna cleaned up, lifted the pillow, kissed Chen Zhengwei on the face, and then ran away quickly.

Fortunately, although I was two hours late, the bank manager didn't say anything.

After all, an employee being late is just a small matter.

It's better than having a gun pointed at you.

Last time, several Chinese people came to see him.

This bank was located on the edge of Chinatown. No matter how arrogant he was or how little he wanted to know, he could occasionally hear some things from other people.

So he didn't want to cause trouble for himself at all.

……

Chen Zhengwei walked out of the bathroom with a gloomy face, holding his waist. He sat on the sofa, turned on the system, looked through it, and took out a box of Liuwei Dihuang Pills.

He never thought he'd need it.

He is 1.8 meters tall and looks like a normal person in a suit, except that he is a little taller than normal people.

But as soon as he takes off his suit, you can see that he has muscles, but they are not the kind of muscles that come from fitness.

His neck is much thicker than that of an ordinary person and looks a little short. His trapezius muscles are bulging high, and his abdominal muscles are very large.

In terms of physical fitness alone, I don't think I am much worse than Tyson.

However, even so, I still couldn't escape the fate of sore waist and weak legs. This is fucking unscientific!

After carefully reading the instructions, Chen Zhengwei poured a bottle cap of Liuwei Dihuang Pills into his mouth, then collapsed on the sofa and smoked a cigarette.

Half an hour later, Chen Zhengwei felt like he was alive again, and he felt like he could still beat eight more!
"Damn, it turns out this thing is the most useful in the lottery!" Chen Zhengwei suddenly discovered a new world. He opened the system again and took a look. He only had two boxes.

Chen Zhengwei felt that it was time for him to draw a lottery.

The physique of 1.8 is indeed a bit low and has gradually begun to fail to keep up with the changes in the times and society.

The only problem is lack of money.

Back at the casino, Chen Zhengwei casually asked Rong Jiacai, "Did everything go well last night?"

He was asking about taking over Schultz's territory last night. After all, this was the first time that the Chinese had truly stepped out of Chinatown, and he expected there would be some minor friction.

The truth was exactly what he thought.

"Except for some minor problems, everything else went smoothly!" Rong Jiacai shrugged.

The body was left on the street all night and was only taken away by the investigation bureau in a horse-drawn carriage this morning.

"Xiucai, ask Ah Hu to notify all the associations and halls, and have everyone go to the federal court to apply for identity documents in a week! Remember, a quarter of the people were born in the United States, and the others have been in the United States for more than five years!" Chen Zhengwei ordered.

Rong Jiacai nodded, with a bit of excitement and admiration on his face.

You have to know that Chen Zhengwei has done so many big things in San Francisco in a few months, and he has helped tens of thousands of Chinese people become citizens, which is still a big deal.

Compared with Chen Zhengwei's skills and ability to act, other people in Chinatown are indeed not very impressive.

Rong Jiacai now has an illusion that whatever Chen Zhengwei wants to do can definitely be accomplished and no one can stop him.

……

At Ningyang Guild Hall, Lin Yuanshan knew that Chen Zhengwei had sent someone over, so he invited him over.

"President Lin, how are you these days?" Chen Zhenghu asked with a smile as he entered the door.

"Thanks to Mr. Chen, the security in Chinatown has improved a lot recently, and even the streets are much cleaner! Sometimes I feel that the changes in Chinatown in the past few months are greater than in the previous few years!" Lin Yuanshan said with a smile after inviting Chen Zhenghu to sit down in the room.

Seeing Chen Zhenghu, Lin Yuanshan felt a little emotional.

You know, a few months ago, Chen Zhenghu was still looking for a job in the guild hall.

He was just an ordinary Chinese worker that could be seen everywhere, but after just a few months, he became completely different.

"Indeed, the changes are greater than those in the past few years!" Chen Zhenghu also nodded. He looked quite imposing sitting there, and there was no trace of his former shabby appearance at all.

"Mr. Chen asked you to come here. Is there anything you want me to do?" Lin Yuanshan asked carefully.

"President Lin, Brother Wei asked you to notify all members of the association to start going to the court to apply for identity certificates in a week. Remember, a quarter of the people were born in the United States... and the others have been in the United States for more than five years!" said Chen Zhenghu.

"Mr. Chen really did it?" Lin Yuanshan was a little incredulous. "Brother Wei can still deceive you?" Chen Zhenghu sneered.

"I never doubted that Mr. Chen could accomplish this, but I didn't expect it to be so fast! There are more than 40,000 people involved!" Lin Yuanshan said quickly.

"Whatever Brother Wei says he wants to do can definitely be accomplished!" Chen Zhenghu said as a matter of course.

"Okay, I've told you what's going on. You guys make the arrangements. I'll go look around other guild halls. You guys can contact me when the time comes to see how to make arrangements. If tens of thousands of people go there together, someone who doesn't know would think they're going to attack the federal building!"

I walked around the various guild halls with Chen Zhenghu.

Soon, the news spread that all Chinese people had to become naturalized citizens.

Like a huge rock thrown into the water, the Chinese workers were shocked when they heard the news.

"Are we suddenly Americans?"

"Then can we still go back to the Qing Dynasty?"

Many people were whispering.

"There is no such thing as nationality in the Qing Dynasty. You have obtained American citizenship. You can stay here if you want to, and go back if you want to. This is an opportunity that Mr. Chen has found for you. Many people wanted to become naturalized before but couldn't!"

"It's good to be able to go back!" Many people were relieved.

Looking at the clean streets around them and the trash cans everywhere, they also felt that Chinatown has changed a lot recently.

As for the happiest people, they were the wealthy businessmen doing business here and even the Chinese workers who ran laundries.

They have all been here for many years and have built up some assets. They have even brought their wives and children here, so they don't really want to go back.

However, in the past, when I wanted to become a citizen, I was always blocked by the court and could not become a citizen even if I met the requirements.

I didn’t expect that now all the Chinese in Chinatown can become citizens.

This made them feel incredible.

At the same time, I also sighed that although Chen Zhengwei was a little fierce, he did bring changes to Chinatown.

And they can really deal with foreigners and get things done.

He is different from those guild leaders who only know how to protest.

Some people also heard that the Xinning people had already gone to seize the Germans' territory, and even the foreigners were helping Mr. Chen.

Although many people have never seen Chen Zhengwei, they have a lot more recognition of him in their hearts. If there had been such a person in Chinatown earlier, the situation of the Chinese would be much better than it is now.

……

Eric is a reporter for the San Francisco Chronicle, and he wrote the previous article "Gang bloodshed hangs over the streets of North Beach."

When he was reporting on that incident, he heard that there were Chinese behind these gang feuds, and he was a little skeptical at first.

You have to know that Chinese people in San Francisco are at the bottom of society, have no influence, earn half the salary of other ethnic groups, do the dirtiest and most tiring work, and are also notoriously honest.

But after some inquiries, the information I got increasingly confirmed that there were indeed Chinese behind those gang feuds.

This made him quite interested.

Today, he heard that there was another shooting here, so he took a pen and drew a picture of the scene. Even after washing, there were still clear bloodstains on the ground.

He then began to ask nearby businesses.

However, not long after, he had just walked out of a restaurant when he was surrounded by several Chinese youths with unfriendly expressions.

"Who are you? What are you looking for?"

Several of them took out the guns on their waists.

Eric was startled and quickly explained:

"I mean no harm. I'm a reporter from the San Francisco Chronicle, here to do some interviews."

“If possible, I would like to interview you too!”

The one among the Chinese youths who spoke the best English was surprised and astonished when he heard this.

"Come with us!" several young men said directly. They remembered that Brother Wei seemed to have instructed them to find some reporters.

"Can I not go?" Eric became afraid again after hearing the other party's words.

"What do you think?" Several Chinese youths smiled jokingly.

(End of this chapter)