The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 17: Keep a line in life

"Come on, I don't need to say anything more, right? Each of you say a few words and let me hear them."

Chen Zhengwei looked at everyone expressionlessly.

Everyone spoke one by one, and the man deliberately made his voice a little rougher so Chen Qiaoniang couldn't hear it.

However, Chen Zhengwei saw a man with sweat on his head and an unnatural look on his face, so he immediately walked up to him and asked, "So much sweat, are you hot?"

"It's a bit hot..." The man forced a smile.

"Qiao Niang, is it him?" Chen Zhengwei grabbed his braid and pulled him out.

Chen Qiaoniang looked carefully and realized that she had seen him on the third floor, and she immediately became suspicious.

However, before Chen Qiaoniang could say anything, the man pushed Chen Zhengwei away and ran out.

As a result, he was kicked in by Yan Qingyou as soon as he rushed to the door.

"You bastard, you still want to run?" Chen Zhengwei's eyes flashed with ferocity and he kicked him on the waist.

"Boss, let me go, I didn't do anything!" The man begged for mercy and tried to get up from the ground, but Chen Zhengwei kicked him in the face again.

"Fuck, you even dare to set your sights on my younger sister! You've got a guts, haven't you?" Chen Zhengwei had a ferocious look on his face. He pulled out an axe from his waist, swung it up, and smashed it down on his leg with the back of the axe.

Click.

The man suddenly let out a scream that was not like a human.

"You tried to kidnap my younger sister while I was away! What do you think I should do with you?" Chen Zhengwei held an axe in his hand and looked down at the man who was covering his leg and screaming.

The people in the room finally understood what was going on, and when they looked at the man on the ground, contempt and hatred appeared in their eyes.

Especially since other people knew that he smoked opium, they knew without a doubt that he wanted to kidnap the girl to do something.

People like this are despised and hated wherever they are.

"Boss, please let me go, I didn't do anything, I won't dare to do it again next time..." The man screamed and begged for mercy.

"Do you want there to be a next time? You don't dare to be caught by me next time, right? You are really a thief with such a stubborn heart!" Chen Zhengwei grinned.

"Come, hold him down!" Chen Zhengwei called Yan Qingyou and Chen Zhenghu, then swung the axe and hit his other calf with the back of the axe.

Next comes the arms.

Following the dull sound of hammering, the sound of bones cracking, and the inhuman screams, Chen Zhengwei finally stood up with satisfaction.

"Bah!" Chen Zhengwei spat on his face and cursed fiercely:
"You're lucky to have met me. If it were anyone else, they would have beaten you to death. But I'm a kind-hearted person and I can't do such a cruel thing. I'll keep your limbs for you!"

Although the others were silent, they did not sympathize with the people on the ground.

People like this deserve to be beaten to death.

Chen Zhengwei still felt unsatisfied, so he stepped on the opponent's broken leg again, and the opponent's voice became hoarse.

Chen Zhengwei then took out a silk scarf and walked out while wiping the sweat from his head.

"Damn, it's kind of hot."

After all, there were more than a dozen people crammed into a small room, like a pigeon cage.

After leaving the hotel and feeling the night breeze outside, Chen Zhengwei felt cooler.

As Chen Zhengwei walked, he said, "Send some food to this man every day. Don't let him starve to death."

"Brother Wei, no way? You still care about what he eats?" Yan Qingyou said in surprise.

"Someone once told me that one should not be too ruthless in doing things and should always leave a way out," said Chen Zhengwei.

"Let me know when his arms and legs are almost healed!"

Letting this man live is a much greater deterrent than killing him directly.

As long as he lives, this story will spread.

Yan Qingyou: ...

Chen Zhenghu: …

Something seems wrong...

"Let's go, send her back first, and I'll take you out for some fun!" Chen Zhengwei said with a laugh.

When Yan Qingyou walked, he would always unconsciously look at Chen Zhengwei's waist. On his waist were a crowbar, a gun, and an axe...

How can so many things be hidden and yet not be seen?
After sending Qiao Niang home and asking her to lock the yard, Chen Zhengwei took the two of them to Jinyu Tower again.

"The sir is here again!" This time the madam recognized Chen Zhengwei at a glance.

After all, few Chinese people dress like Chen Zhengwei. Even the rich people in Chinatown mostly wear long gowns and jackets, and then wear a top hat.

Moreover, Chen Zhengwei is tall and has a good appearance.

"Find some big breasts for my brother!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile, holding the madam's waist.

"We don't just have big breasts here. The other girls also have their own unique skills." The madam chuckled.

"How can a unique skill be as important as a big wave?" Chen Zhengwei laughed, thought for a moment and said, "Give me a big wave, and then another with a unique skill!"

"I admire people with skills the most. I want to see how amazing this skill is!"

...You are the reincarnation of a spinning top spirit. Dividing line...

"Damn, that's really fucking awesome!" Chen Zhengwei slept until noon the next morning, kicked his special skill off the bed, and his legs were weak when he went to pee. Then he got dressed and went out, leaving four dollars on the table.

"Brother Wei!" The other two were already waiting downstairs, and they had all changed their clothes.

A black dress and waistcoat, a white shirt, a bowler hat on his head, and handmade leather shoes on his feet.

When the two stood up, they subconsciously patted their clothes for fear that there would be wrinkles on them.

This set only cost 5 yuan. In the past, how could they afford to buy such clothes?

"Not bad, you look much more energetic." Chen Zhengwei looked at the two of them and nodded.

"Did you enjoy last night?"

"Great!" When talking about last night, Chen Zhenghu and Yan Qingyou both had smiles on their faces.

"Follow me, it will be more fun in the future!"

"Lift your head up and find time to cut off your braids. Why are you still wearing the Qing dynasty braids in America?"

It was easy to ask them to change clothes, but they were both a little hesitant when asked to cut their braids.

Chen Zhengwei was too lazy to pay attention to them.

"Let's have some morning tea first, and then go to Connie Street."

Connee Street is to the east of Chinatown, and Portsmouth Square between the two is the labor market.

Many Chinese workers were there, a group of them gathered around the broker and were vying for work. Some Irishmen in work clothes were looking at them coldly from a distance.

Some factories are hiring, and some are building roads in need of manpower.

It looks quite lively.

Chen Zhengwei looked around with interest for a few seconds, and only one thought came to his mind: this place was too chaotic, and the Chinese workers kept lowering the price in order to grab work, and they had no bargaining power at all.

An intermediary company should be opened here, and all factories need to recruit through this company, so that they have bargaining power.

Now the salary of Chinese workers is only a little more than half of that of Irish workers. In fact, even if Chinese workers and Irish workers received the same salary, they would be more willing to work harder and learn more than the Irish.

Of course, things are not that simple. The Irish represent votes, and the San Francisco council and mayor will consider the impact on the Irish when making choices, and even require some factories to employ a certain proportion of Irish people.

However, it is quite easy to raise the wages of Chinese workers to two-thirds of those of the Irish.

This kind of intermediary may not make much money, but it can affect tens of thousands of Chinese workers in Chinatown. I can give you a job, or I can make all the factories no longer need you.

That's influence.

While thinking about it, Chen Zhengwei came to the Bank of California on Conny Street.

"Withdraw money!" Chen Zhengwei found the most beautiful bank clerk and sat down in front of her. She looked to be in her early twenties, with blonde hair and blue eyes like lake water. She had a sweet face, or at least a sweet smile.

The body is also very hot.

Although Chen Zhengwei felt that women were not interesting, he was not the kind of person who was after women.

But isn't it always pleasing to the eye if it's prettier?

Chen Zhenghu and Yan Qingyou were standing not far behind him, both wearing black suits and top hats, and their aura was immediately evident.

"How much to take?"

"All!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

"Please wait a moment!" After looking at the number on the passbook, the clerk gave Chen Zhengwei a sweet smile.

After all, 3000 yuan is not a small number.

Chen Zhengwei felt that her smile was high in sugar. Coincidentally, he had been lacking sugar recently, so he immediately thought that he might need an English teacher.

I watched the female employee stand up and say a few words to the supervisor not far away, then come back and sit down.

"Can I ask if you are dissatisfied with our bank's service? You know, this is a large sum of money after all. The supervisor asked me to inquire."

"Investment... I like investing, investing in industries, and investing in myself."

Chen Zhengwei smiled and winked at her, saying, "Now I want to invest in myself. You see my English is not very good. Are you interested in a part-time job as an English teacher?"

"But I don't speak Chinese!" the female employee said with a smile.

"I hired an English teacher!" Chen Zhengwei repeated. "I hired an English teacher. What does that have to do with whether or not one can speak Chinese?"
"what's your name?"

"Anna."

"Anna, are you interested in a part-time job? It only takes your time after get off work, twice a week, five dollars each time!"

"Are you sure you're an English teacher? I've never been one." Anna gave a surprised smile.

You should know that her annual income is only 420 yuan, less than 40 yuan a month.

The part-time job offered by Chen Zhengwei paid more than her current salary, so she couldn't help but be tempted.

"Of course! I love learning! And I think you can do it!" Chen Zhengwei smiled brightly.

"I need to think about it seriously. Do you still want to withdraw money now?" Anna asked with a smile.

"Of course!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

(End of this chapter)