The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 187 Partner? If you die, you die.
Deaver is a street activist who relies on his excellent eloquence and infectiousness to gain financial support by giving speeches on the streets, docks or other places.

However, this profession has great limitations. He often receives high amounts of funding when city elections are approaching.

At other times, the support was much less, often barely enough to keep him looking like a decent human being.

Just like now, his shirt collar was torn, but he carefully hid it behind his neck.

"We work more than twelve hours a day to make profits for those rich people, and then we only get a salary to buy bread!"

"We must unite and negotiate with those factory owners to fight for the interests we deserve..."

Deaver stood in an open space and loudly proclaimed his views to a few listeners.

Every time someone passed by, he would raise his voice a little, but those people were just passing by in a hurry and had no interest in his ideas, nor did they even stop to listen for a minute.

Half an hour later, Deaver sat in a corner to rest. Although he was a little frustrated because his speech was not very effective, he soon cheered up.

He kept telling himself that he was preparing for the future.

His dream is to become a real politician, not a street activist.

Besides, the election is only a few months away, and by then someone will surely come with a lot of dollars to fund him.

Just as Deaver was thinking about the content of his speech, two people stood in front of him.

The other person was wearing clean leather shoes and straight trousers, which made him feel a little excited. Was someone moved by his speech?

However, when he looked up, he found that they were two Chinese, which made him a little disappointed.

But the next second the other party asked: "Maybe you need some financial support?"

"Of course!" Deaver immediately perked up.

"You also think that labor rights are..." Deaver was interrupted by the other party before he finished his words.

“No, we are not interested in your labor rights. We need you to give a speech about Chinese, immigrant rights and discrimination. Believe me, the money is very generous…”

"I'd love to!" Deaver said immediately.

Now, as long as you give him money, he can give a speech for the devil.

The two took it for granted and then took out a piece of paper with some key points of the speech on it. Deaver needed to give his speech around these key points.

They have recently bought over twenty street activists and street politicians like Deaver, located in various areas such as the Financial District, the Port, North Street, South of Market Street, Russian Hill, and the Mission District.

Chen Zhengwei’s order was to bribe as many as possible.

Chen Zhengwei doesn't care how much money he spends on this now.

What he needs to do most now is to break the shackles that restrict the Chinese.

In the entire United States, California is the state with the most severe discrimination against Chinese people, and in California, San Francisco and Old Silver Mountain are the cities with the most severe discrimination against Chinese people.

Because only here are there a large number of Chinese people.

As long as public opinion can be changed, the attitude of the top leaders in California and even the United States towards the Chinese can be changed with the help of money, interests and public opinion.

Only in this way can the shackles that restrict the Chinese be broken.

Then it will be convenient for him to do things.

……

The next morning, when Chen Zhengwei got up, he felt pain all over his body because the wooden board under him was too hard.

There was still a hint of fragrance at the tip of my nose, but Lin Changning was long gone.

Nothing happened last night. Chen Zhengwei just held Lin Changning and slept all night. He didn't know whether Lin Changning slept well or not, but he slept well anyway.

This is also the limit that Lin Changning can accept at present.

After changing clothes and arriving at the martial arts hall, Lin Changning was indeed there. He was wearing a moon-white jacket with a fur coat on the outside, and was sitting in the hall holding a book.

Three Words and Two Shots

It was Chen Zhengwei who brought it back from the office to show her.

After breakfast, Chen Zhengwei looked at the time on his pocket watch and took a group of people to the Kinmen Freight Company in the middle of Seaside Boulevard, a two-story building covering an area of about 2000 feet (180 square meters).

More than a dozen horse-drawn carriages stopped at the entrance of Kinmen Freight. First, dozens of thugs got off the carriages, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone near the port.

Some people saw what those people were wearing and spat in hatred: "It's those Qing insects again!"

Dozens of people wearing the same gentlemen's suits and coats can be recognized from a distance.

Then Chen Zhengwei got off the carriage, wearing a purple suit, a dark coat, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses inlaid with gems.

When facing ordinary people, he still has to pay attention to his image.

Even though he is wearing glasses now, they cannot hide the arrogance in him, but they can block the fierceness in his eyes.

"Mr. Chen!" Johnson arrived earlier than Chen Zhengwei. The two had made an appointment yesterday.

Johnson came forward to help Chen Zhengwei receive the Kinmen freight, and then called the Kinmen freight staff.

The original person in charge was Otto's man, and he hasn't come to the company for the past two days.

However, many employees in the company knew Johnson. After all, as one of the two shareholders, he had visited the company several times before.

"The company's shares have been changed. From now on, all company affairs will be handled by Mr. Chen! Other than that, you will continue to do what you did before." Johnson said directly.

Everyone looked at Chen Zhengwei, feeling somewhat bewildered.

Although many people knew that the real boss had gotten into trouble, the fact that the company was taken over so quickly by someone else, and by a Chinese, made them feel a little strange.

However, looking at the fierce-looking Chinese standing on both sides, no one dared to raise any objections.

Chen Zhengwei glanced at the crowd. There were more than twenty employees in total, but these people were only a small part.

These people are responsible for some of the company's administrative and clerical work.

There are also many loading and unloading and transportation workers.

"Call the other workers here and I will explain it together." Chen Zhengwei ordered directly.

After waiting for half an hour, the workers of the freight company were called to the door, and the place was in chaos.

Especially after learning that the company was taken over by the Chinese, many people were quite angry.

However, after what happened at the Port of San Francisco, many people were reminded of the previous case and realized how brutal these Chinese were.

In particular, there were dozens of Chinese young men in gentleman's suits standing nearby, and a dozen copper buttons standing on the side.

These copper buttons were specially ordered by Chen Zhengwei to intimidate these Irish people.

Then Chen Zhengwei and Johnson walked out. They took a quick look and saw more than 200 people crowded outside, looking at them with complicated eyes.

In other words, it is the young Chinese man who wears glasses but gives people a feeling of flying.

In the eyes of many people, he is a thief and a robber.

"You should know me. I am the second largest shareholder of this company. The largest shareholder is Mr. Chen who is now beside me. From now on, all the affairs of Kinmen Freight Company will be managed by Mr. Chen!"

Johnson spoke first again, then handed the paper loudspeaker to Chen Zhengwei and stood aside.

Chen Zhengwei picked up the paper speaker and said with a smile: "You don't need to care about my skin color, it's not important, as long as I can give you a salary increase!" "After I take over the company, everyone's salary in the company will increase by 10%."

Chen Zhengwei always knows what is most important and what can touch people's hearts the most.

Talk about ideals to those who have ideals, talk about status to those who like prestige and reputation, talk about promotion to those who have career pursuits, talk about elections to those with political ambitions, and what is useful to most people is talking about money!

Just a few words changed the expressions of many people.

If this Chinese guy can deliver on his promise, then it doesn't seem so bad.

"This is a thief. Can you trust this Chinese man?" an Irishman suddenly shouted, and then the crowd became slightly agitated.

Chen Zhengwei's eyes narrowed, and his look began to look dangerous.

Damn, why are there always people who are so blind?

"If you want to speak so much, why don't you stand up and say it?" Chen Zhengwei looked at a young man in the crowd. He was the one who spoke just now.

Following his gaze, many people looked left and right, then stepped aside.

Chen Zhengwei then "saw" this young man and another person, who would then pull out guns and shoot himself.

Without even thinking twice, Chen Zhengwei came up with the idea of pulling his new partner Johnson over to stand in front of him.

This was Chen Zhengwei's subconscious reaction.

But he changed his mind almost instantly.

Then he moved his feet and stood behind Johnson, holding Johnson's shoulders with both hands.

Chen Zhengwei still had a smile on his face, as if he wanted Johnson to say something.

Then, the two men were seen aiming their guns towards here, totally ignoring the shield in front of Chen Zhengwei.

They were so nervous that their minds were filled with the bullets in their guns, and they had no time to stop.

Boom!

As two gunshots rang out, Johnson's face looked a little panicked and he was shot twice in the chest.

"Fuck you, catch them!"

Chen Zhengwei was immediately furious and heartbroken at the same time, because this was his partner!
At the same time, he held Johnson's shoulders tightly, fearing that he would fall down.

Then two more gunshots were heard.

At this time, the crowd suddenly burst into an uproar. Some people began to run away, and the surrounding thugs and copper buttons rushed in. The scene was in chaos.

After the fourth gunshot, a thug finally rushed to the two men, pulled out an axe from his waist and chopped one of them on the shoulder.

After a moment of chaos, one of the two gunmen was hacked to death on the spot and the other was subdued.

Chen Zhengwei then threw Johnson, who had been shot six times, to the ground with a furious look on his face.

The partner I just negotiated with is not only a shareholder of the shipping company, but will also be responsible for the transportation of goods in Auckland.

"Quick, drive the carriage over! Send Johnson to the hospital! Nothing can happen to him!" Chen Zhengwei shouted loudly, and ordered someone to send Johnson away quickly. Then he grabbed a stick next to him and walked towards the subdued young man, and swung the stick directly on his head.

The stick broke with a snap, and the young man's face was covered in blood.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him die! I'll let him know how stupid he is!" Chen Zhengwei said angrily.

Once you fall into his hands, it's not easy to die.

"Mr. Chen, please leave here first!" Terrence's face was not very good, and he brought a few people to surround Chen Zhengwei.

"No need!" Chen Zhengwei's face was a little gloomy. He saw clearly just now that there were only two gunmen.

Besides...it wasn't him who was shot, why should he leave?

"Call everyone over here!" Chen Zhengwei ordered the company staff with a cold face.

……

More than ten minutes later, the workers of the freight company gathered together again, and many of them looked at the people next to them.

They didn't expect this to happen, and now they are somewhat suspicious whether there is another gunman in the crowd.

Chen Zhengwei was surrounded by several brass buttons, holding a megaphone in his hand, and looked at everyone with a gloomy face and said, "I came here with good intentions."

"I'm not a demanding boss, and money is not important to me. I'm rich, and I don't have too many demands on the company's profits. I'll even give you a raise."

"But just now, a shameful thing happened."

"There was a gunman trying to kill me, and Mr. Johnson, a gentleman, was accidentally shot by the gunman."

"Some people pursue their own ulterior motives and never consider the consequences of their actions."

“They don’t care what happens to the company or if you lose your job!

“I don’t know if this is an isolated case.”

"Until I figure this out, I'm going to reconsider giving you a raise."

"At the same time, I decided to recruit a group of Chinese people."

The crowd suddenly became agitated, and someone couldn't help but speak up:
"Sir, you can't do this!"

"No, I can. I'm the boss of the company!" Chen Zhengwei said coldly, then changed the subject:
"Of course, my goal is not to lay you off!"

"Most of you are just ordinary people trying to make a living, and I won't point the finger at you. But I will find those who hate me and the color of my skin."

"After I find these people, I will reconsider your treatment!"

"Also, if anyone knows of anyone who has hatred and prejudice against me and my skin, you can report it to me."

"As long as you find any one of them on the street!" Chen Zhengwei pointed at the henchman next to him.

"And I will give you the rewards you deserve!"

After saying this, Chen Zhengwei threw the horn aside and got on the carriage escorted by a group of people.

All that was left were a group of Irish workers and clerks looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Damn it!" An Irish laborer couldn't help cursing under his breath. The extra 3 dollars a month was very important to him.

It could give his children more clothes and make their breakfast more substantial.

Although he didn't say much, he still felt somewhat resentful towards the two gunmen.

In the eyes of the people around, some people were mocking and gloating, while others were complaining.

……

When Chen Zhengwei returned to the carriage, the gloom and anger on his face disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

Then he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

He did that on purpose.

(End of this chapter)