The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 444: Don’t Compete with the Dead
In the evening, a four-wheeled carriage was wobbling along the country road.

"I feel like I'm going to fall apart!" A woman in a fur coat complained, "Do we really have to leave like this? It's so cold in the carriage, it would be nice if there was a fireplace... We left in such a hurry that we didn't pack a lot of things..."

Anthony S. Batty looked annoyed.

This woman had been chattering all the way, and he now regretted bringing her along.

"Shut up!" Batty cursed under his breath.

"You're the mayor... why are we in such a hurry to leave San Francisco?"

"Shut up!" Anthony Batty growled again. He now wanted to kill this woman.

This stupid woman.

If he had no other choice, would he choose this? If he didn't leave now, he would not be able to leave.

Judging from that Chinese man's style, he might be shot dead while walking on the street.

After it was completely dark, the carriage arrived at a manor southeast of Sacramento. Anthony Battie finally relaxed a little, and most of the anxiety he had felt along the way dissipated.

No one knew that the estate was his.

There is no way that Chinese man could catch up here.

Rest for a night tonight, and tomorrow go to Stockton to take a bus to Nevada, and then head to the east.

Anthony Batti got off the carriage carrying a bag, looked at the quiet manor in front of him, and felt that he might be too cautious.

That Chinese man might not care about me anymore... until I leave, he won't catch up with me.

There wasn't actually much hatred between the two... just a little bit of unhappiness.

Anthony Batti was too lazy to pay attention to the chattering woman behind him. He picked up his bag, opened the door of the villa, and walked into the room.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor makes a crisp sound.

chap!
A flame was lit, and Anthony Batistuta lit the oil lamp on the side. The warm light made him feel a little better, and it seemed not so cold anymore.

However, when he turned around, he felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, the hair on his body stood up, and an expression of fear appeared on his face.

I saw a man not far away holding a bread in his hand, looking at me with interest.

Looking past his figure, there were two people sitting on the sofa.

Their appearance clearly revealed their identities.

Three Chinese.

They actually chased us here... How did they know this place?
Sweat instantly broke out on Anthony Batistuta's forehead and kept dripping down. This thought quickly flashed through his mind, and he retreated step by step.

The people in the room also stood up and walked towards him.

"Mr. Batty, why are you leaving before you hand over your position? You're making it very difficult for us!"

"I have no grudge against your boss! Why are you doing this?" Anthony Batty's voice was weak.

"It's not up to you to decide whether there is hatred or not!" a young man sneered.

"I have money here, I have two hundred thousand! If you let me go, I will give you the money!" Batty tripped over his heel and almost fell to the ground. He staggered and held on to the woman outside the door before he could stand.

"Idiot, if we kill you, the money will be ours too! Mr. Batty, come with us!"

How could Batty go back with them? Even though he had never dealt with Chen Zhengwei, he knew the other party's style of doing things.

He pushed the woman next to him into the house and turned and ran away.

"Don't let him run away!" Several young men in the room hurriedly chased out.

A moment later, several gunshots were heard in the darkness.

……

At this time, Chen Zhengwei was sitting on the sofa with a cigar in his hand, and sitting opposite him was Juan.

"I'm very interested in Cuba's cigar plantations. Would you like to cooperate?" Chen Zhengwei asked with a smile.

"How to cooperate?" Upon hearing this, Juan immediately became alert.

"Kill all those plantation owners, and then take over those plantations! I will provide the men, and you will be responsible for dealing with the Spanish and Cuban governments!" said Chen Zhengwei.

"Then we'll each have half of the plantation!"

Juan opened his mouth. He thought Chen Zhengwei was targeting his plantation, but he didn't expect Chen Zhengwei to cooperate in this way.

They actually wanted to swallow up all the other plantations in Cuba.

But if you think about it carefully, this is indeed Chen Zhengwei's style of doing things.

This is just too bold.

"I can't do that. They are not easy to deal with," Juan said.

He dared to attack those small plantations, but the largest plantations and cigar factories were beyond his ability to deal with.

"Although I have some friends in Cuba, those plantation owners are either supported by the governor and Spanish capital, or are related to the independence army," Juan explained.

Although he wanted to make money, he was indeed very cruel, and his story of making a fortune was also full of blood.

He also has a large number of gunmen under his command.

But he is not crazy.

The main reason is that the situation in Cuba is too complicated. Those plantation owners are either related to the governor or the independence army, and they are not easy to deal with.

"Juan, you have to be bolder! How can you accomplish anything if you keep hesitating like this?" Chen Zhengwei pointed at him with his cigar in disappointment.

"Are you still a man? A man should have the courage and ambition to conquer everything!"

If a person dies, a bird will look up to the sky, and he will not die for tens of thousands of years.

How can Juan make a lot of money like this?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen. I really can't do this! Starting next year, I can provide you 300 million cigars every year. This is the limit of what I can do!" Juan Chong apologized.

Chen Zhengwei took a few puffs of his cigar, changed his posture, leaned forward slightly, stared at Juan with an oppressive attitude and said: "Juan, our previous cooperation was very pleasant. But you are afraid of them...so you reject me?"

"Mr. Chen, I can't deal with the Spanish Governor and the King of Spain... Some of the independence army have guns. It will be useless even if we kill the owners of those plantations and cigar factories. It will only bring more violent retaliation, and the current transactions will also be affected." Juan was sweating.

He wasn't really afraid of Chen Zhengwei before.

However, Chen Zhengwei's power is growing.

Especially when he looks at people like this.

Juan felt like there was a tiger in front of him.

Chen Zhengwei stared at him for a long time before leaning back on the sofa and saying:
"Since this doesn't work, then please help me contact those plantation owners and tell them that I want to buy the Chinese laborers in their plantations. 80 dollars per person!" Chen Zhengwei took a step back and said.

$80 was the maximum he could offer.

Thirty thousand people is more than two million US dollars, enough for him to buy several battleships.

The most important thing is, when has Mr. Chen ever been a rich man?
$150 to $300, I might as well just rob it. "I can help Mr. Chen contact them... but I can't guarantee that they will agree..." Juan was relieved.

He knew that those people would definitely not agree, so he would then find a way to draw Chen Zhengwei's attention to them to avoid him taking his anger out on himself.

"That's it!" Chen Zhengwei stood up and led people upstairs.

He was very disappointed with Juan, as he felt that Juan rejected his kindness.

Today's Spain is no longer the maritime hegemon it once was. Its naval strength is similar to that of the United States, but its army is much stronger than that of the United States, mainly because it has more people.

The Spanish army has more than 100,000 troops, but the European continent is far away from Central America, and they cannot deploy too many troops in Cuba.

Late at night, when Chen Zhengwei was leaving the club, his henchman trotted up to him and said, "Brother Wei, we found our former mayor, but he tried to run away and was shot dead."

"Dead? Never mind, let him go!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand.

Since he's dead, that's fine, even though that guy caused me a lot of trouble before.

However, he never argues with the dead. If the news gets out, it will affect his reputation and make him look petty.

"It is said that he also brought a sum of money, a total of two hundred thousand dollars."

"Tell the people who did the work to keep 30,000 yuan and divide it among themselves. Send the rest here!" Chen Zhengwei said, and after giving the order, he went downstairs and went home.

The disappearance of Anthony S. Batty caused quite a stir in San Francisco.

Many people suspected that it was Chen Zhengwei who did it, but according to Batistuta's assistant Dais, Batistuta left on his own.

This led others to speculate that Anthony Battie left San Francisco because he was afraid of Chen Zhengwei's revenge.

The mayor of a city left quietly with his family without even doing the handover. This shows how much he fears Chen Zhengwei.

A few days later, Chen Zhengwei and his men entered the San Francisco City Hall.

There were many well-dressed gentlemen chatting in the lobby of the city hall building. They were all there to attend the mayor's inauguration ceremony.

The moment Chen Zhengwei walked into the hall, the chatter and discussion in the hall suddenly subsided.

Even those who didn't see Chen Zhengwei realized that an important person had arrived. They turned their heads to look, then put their hats on their chests and bowed slightly.

Chen Zhengwei nodded to everyone, then walked into the inauguration ceremony hall and sat down in the middle seat.

After a while, other people came in and took their seats.

The mayor's ceremony was presided over by a councilman. As he introduced the identity of the new mayor, James also walked to the front in high spirits and swore in front of everyone:

"I, James Otis, solemnly swear that I will faithfully perform the duties of the Mayor of San Francisco and will do my utmost to defend the Constitution and the laws. If I violate this oath, I will bear the legal and moral consequences."

After signing the written oath, James smiled and said, "Thank you Mr. Chen for your support, and thank you to the voters who voted for me..."

As the inaugural speech lasted several minutes, applause broke out in the hall.

Next James will be the mayor of San Francisco.

"Mr. Chen, thank you for coming. This is the most important thing to me!" After taking office, James immediately found Chen Zhengwei.

"Of course I will come to see you become mayor! After all, this was our original agreement!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"I will definitely do what I promised Mr. Chen!" James said immediately.

"Of course I'm not worried about that!" Chen Zhengwei smiled. He was never afraid of someone destroying his bridge after crossing it.

"Please have someone contact the Pacific Railroad Company. Jay Gould and I have agreed to build a railway from San Francisco to Los Angeles!" Chen Zhengwei said again.

"Of course, I'll ask someone to do it in a moment." James nodded immediately.

Jay Gould was now a major shareholder in the Pacific Railroad.

Chen Zhengwei and tycoons like Jay Gould have already reached an agreement. What remains is the railway construction plan, when to start construction, and how the San Francisco city government will allocate funds.

Building a railway requires a large number of sleepers, rails, and manpower... Obviously Chen Zhengwei has already arranged these aspects.

Chen Zhengwei owned a large number of steel mills, and he had a large number of Chinese workers under him.

Many of the miners who had been brought back from the Virginia mines were still unemployed.

Even for sleepers, there are two wood processing factories in Chinatown.

"I'll ask someone to contact you later to get a license for a security company!" Chen Zhengwei said again.

His security company still doesn't have a license.

He had previously verbally agreed with Jay Gould that Chen Zhengwei's security company would be responsible for the security of the Pacific Railway.

As we all know, Pacific Railway's trains often encounter cases such as murder and robbery, so they need a professional security team.

Obviously, no one in the United States is more professional than Chen Zhengwei's security company.

"Who is the contractor of the prison? Find his contract and find an excuse to terminate the contract." After Chen Zhengwei gave the instructions, he led his men away.

There will be a cocktail party coming up, and James will be the protagonist, so he has no interest in staying here any longer.

As soon as I walked to the door, a young man wearing a decent gentleman's suit, with golden hair, blue eyes and a charming smile came up to me with a grateful and respectful look on his face:
"Boss, thank you for giving me this opportunity!"

This young man is Max, a subordinate of Greater Poland, with a charming smile and language.

He became a hero who organized people to save themselves during the train robbery. After returning, Chen Zhengwei threw him into James' campaign team.

This was something he had never even dreamed of.

From that day on, he bid farewell to his previous gang life and his life was reborn.

He wore decent gentlemen's suits every day and began to learn various things from the campaign team.

Once James takes office, a series of officials will be appointed and he will become the city secretary.

In this position, he will be aware of various meetings and all aspects of city government.

Obviously, he knew what this was for.

So, to him, Chen Zhengwei is his benefactor who gave him the opportunity he had always dreamed of, and he also likes his current life very much.

Unlike before, he now finally has a plan for his life.

"Max!" Chen Zhengwei smiled. "I really like your performance in front of the camera. You were born to do this."

"Your journey has just begun. As long as you can meet my requirements, you will be the mayor of San Francisco in the future. This is just the beginning, not the end."

"Yes, I understand! So allow me to express my gratitude to you!" Max looked even more grateful.

"You can come to my place when you have nothing to do in the future!" Chen Zhengwei patted Max's shoulder, then turned and left.

Max is still too young now, but maybe he can climb very high in the future.

After all, he always has to have some of his own in the political arena.

　I'm a bit sleepy today, so I'll update one chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)