The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 21: Fighting and killing are inevitable in doing business
"Since you are following me, you should act like one! Zhenghu, take them to make a set of clothes for each of them!" Chen Zhengwei took out one hundred and fifty yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into Chen Zhenghu's pocket.

"Thank you, Brother Wei! Brother Wei is so generous!" Everyone laughed immediately, feeling that the trip was not in vain.

"Then we can book a restaurant and have a good chat at noon!"

Chen Zhenghu took most of the people away, leaving only Yan Qingyou and a few young men with higher reputations, including people from all three families.

"Come in and talk!" Chen Zhengwei turned and walked into the hall, and said to Yan Qingyou and the others in a somewhat unhappy tone, "Others give red envelopes to big guys when they pay respect to them, but I have to give you red envelopes. I've paid respect to more than 20 big guys!"

These people are all very poor. Even if they have some money in their pockets, it is saved by living frugally and they have to mail it back home every few months.

I didn't even go to work today, and came together to join Chen Zhengwei.

These people stayed because of this, and they wanted to ask Chen Zhengwei how he planned to arrange for them.

Otherwise, many people will go hungry if they are unemployed for a few days.

"Brother Wei also knows our situation!" Yan Qingyou laughed.

Chen Zhengwei sat down in the middle. There were not enough chairs in the room, so the others either found a place to sit or simply sat by the doorstep.

A group of people came in just now and scared Chen Qiaoniang and Chen Zhengwu. These people came and left in a hurry. Only a few of them were left, and Qiaoniang came over carrying a big kettle.

Chen Zhengwu was holding a few bowls, and a man with a runny nose followed behind him. He was Wang A-mei's son.

"Please introduce yourselves!" Chen Zhengwei said after sitting down.

"Brother Wei, my name is Chen Zhengshi, you can call me Shizai!" Chen Zhengshi is in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. At first glance, he looks dull, but in fact, he is very eloquent and keeps a humble attitude.

"Brother Wei, my name is Yan Qingfa, you can just call me Fa Zai." Yan Qingfa was tall, almost 1.8 meters, with high cheekbones, small eyes, and a thin but strong figure.

"Brother Wei, I'm Rong Jiacai!" Rong Jiacai was only in his early twenties, but he didn't have braids, and his skin was not as rough as others' from being tanned by wind and sun.

"Brother Wei, Jiacai passed the examination for Tongsheng and knows a little English." Yan Qingyou said on the side.

"I failed the exam..." Rong Jiacai said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Why did you come here? How many years have you been here?" Chen Zhengwei asked with a smile. In fact, those who passed the examination for the status of a scholar were called scholars, and those who failed were all called students.

However, in an environment where 95% of people are illiterate, being a student is good enough.

At least he knew how to read, so he wouldn't starve to death whether he went out to work or returned to the village to open a private school to teach children how to read.

"I came here to make a living. I came here two years ago!"

"How's English?"

"I know some simple ones...mainly because I didn't have the chance to learn. I worked in a garment factory and those foreigners didn't bother to talk to us." Rong Jiacai said.

During this period, few Chinese workers could speak English, partly because few could even read, let alone learn another language.

On the other hand, there are no opportunities and you can only hang out in Chinatown. Even if you go out to work, it is dirty and hard work. You have neither the opportunity nor the ability to learn.

"As long as you are willing to learn! Do you know what is the most important thing? Talent! Talent is the most important!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

Then he said, "I know what you want to ask me, and I already have a plan!"

When several people heard this, they immediately listened attentively.

Chen Zhengwei had considered before what to do after recruiting the people.

After recruiting people, you have to be able to support them. And supporting them does not mean that you have to provide them with food and drink every day.

Gotta let them do the work.

And it's not the kind of work that involves going to a factory or moving goods for others.

In fact, there are not many choices. After all, it is not easy for Chinese people to leave Chinatown.

"Fan Tan!" Chen Zhengwei said directly without keeping anyone in suspense.

"Most of the Chinese workers here like to gamble. After all, without women, there is nothing else to do except gambling. You can't stop them from gambling. If you lock them up, they will have to gamble with their fingers and toes."

"Since they want to gamble so much, and they lose everywhere, why not just give the money to me?"

After Chen Zhengwei said this, the others were also tempted.

"Brother Wei, running a fan stall does make money, and it's easy to get the copper button. Just have someone guard the door. But you have to pay money to the gang, and you're afraid that people from other fan stalls will do something fishy. Anyone who dares to do this has someone behind him!" "You pay the money, but the gang in this area won't bother you. But the bosses of those fan stalls may ask people from other gangs to come!"

"Pay? Pay what? I want to go collect money from other foreign stalls!" Chen Zhengwei sneered, with a bit of ferocity and eagerness in his eyes.

"It would be great if someone came to cause trouble!"

"If you want to make money, you have to make a name for yourself and make others afraid of you. Otherwise, how can you make money? Besides, there are more than ten gangs in such a small Chinatown. This is too many!"

"Brother Wei, do you want to set up a hall?" Yan Qingyou thought he had guessed Chen Zhengwei's thoughts and asked.

"Why set up a hall? I am a serious person. We want to open a company and do serious business!" Chen Zhengwei sneered and leaned back.

"But doing business is bound to involve fighting and killing..."

What is the secret to doing business? It is to kill all your competitors and only have yourself to run the exclusive business.

It will be impossible not to make a fortune by then!

It's obvious at first glance that these people are not smart and don't know how to do business.

Of course, Chen Zhengwei had another idea in his mind. He not only wanted to do business in Chinatown, but also wanted to expand his business outside of Chinatown.

The United States is so big that it should have a place for him.

Of course, there is no need to tell them this.

"In addition, we not only do foreign stalls, we also sell white pigeon tickets!" Chen Zhengwei added.

The pigeon ticket is similar to a lottery ticket. The dealer lists 80 words from the Thousand Character Classic, and participants buy 10 of them.

Then the Zhuang family wrote all the words on a ball of paper and put it into a cage, leaving a hole in the cage.

Then have someone shake the cage to knock out the paper balls inside, and take out a total of twenty.

中5字1赔1，中6字1赔8，中7字1赔40，中8字1赔400，中9字1赔6400，中10字1赔20000。

"I'll pay for the stall. You guys look for a suitable location nearby this afternoon." Chen Zhengwei said. There was a gathering area for Chinese workers nearby, which was just right.

Chen Zhengwei planned to set up a foreign stall first to give these people something to do.

Just like he said, a person has to do something to grow, and the same goes for a group of people.

After saying this, Chen Zhengwei leaned back in his chair, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, looking at everyone with a smile.

Now that he had manpower, he began to feel uneasy.

His target was the copper buttons of the Investigation Bureau and those gangs.

No one can get rich without unexpected wealth. Although running a foreign stall can make money, there are gambling houses and foreign stalls everywhere in Chinatown.

On the contrary, it is the gangs that not only control the gambling houses and brothels, but also the human trafficking and opium businesses. They are extremely wealthy.

Besides, only by knocking down those gangs can we do exclusive business.

……

It was almost noon when Chen Zhengwei finally saw those people who had gone to buy clothes before.

They were all wearing suits, white shirts, black trousers and vests, and top hats on their heads. They looked quite imposing standing together.

If they didn't tug at the sleeves from time to time and smooth out the non-existent wrinkles on the clothes.

"Weige!"

Everyone said immediately after seeing Chen Zhengwei.

"Let's go eat!"

At noon, a group of people ate in the restaurant for more than an hour. Everyone came up to toast. Chen Zhengwei drank more than twenty sips of white wine alone, and finished most of a bowl of wine.

In the afternoon, several people were arranged to find a suitable place nearby, while Chen Zhengwei returned home a little drunk to sleep.

　It’s Monday, please give me some rewards for next month so that I can get on the new book list.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)