The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 45 If You Don’t Want to Sell It, Then Don’t Sell It
After coming out of the cigarette factory, I went to pick up Chen Qiaoniang and Chen Zhengwu.

"Brother, Mr. Lin is teaching us how to write our names today!" Qiao Niang said happily, jumping up and down as she walked.

"That's right, you can learn martial arts and calligraphy from him in the future!" Chen Zhengwei nodded. He originally wanted to find a calligraphy teacher for them, but now it would be easier and he could just leave it to Lin Mingsheng.

This old guy doesn't even have a wife at his age. I'm giving him a chance to enjoy his company!
"Okay!" Chen Qiaoniang nodded vigorously. She cherished this opportunity very much.

Although this is an extremely easy thing for Chen Zhengwei now.

After dinner, Chen Zhengwei took out a hundred yuan and handed it to Chen Zhenghu: "Take a few people, find someone who knows English, and go buy ten pistols. Get revolvers, don't buy me muskets. Buy more bullets!"

Chen Zhengwei first bought some guns and let his men take turns going out of the city to practice shooting. He planned to train a group of gunmen first.

Of course, the subordinates still need to practice their boxing skills, and guns will not be used in minor conflicts.

If people use guns for such trivial matters as jealousy in brothels, social morals will be corrupted over time.

Chen Zhengwei has a strong sense of social responsibility.

Then he took out another fifty yuan and handed it to Rong Jiacai:
"Xiucai, go find someone to inquire about the situation of Danshan Hall and Ansong Hall. If there is any news about other halls, ask about it as well."

After dinner, Chen Zhengwei returned to the casino. Chen Zhenghu called a few people and said excitedly, "Come on, follow me to buy a gun."

I went to find someone who could speak English and went to a sporting goods store outside Chinatown.

Several people came to the gun counter, and Chen Zhenghu saw several revolvers inside, the same type used by Chen Zhengwei.

The boss was a middle-aged white man with brown hair. When he saw the few people, he pointed at the door and said coldly, "Get out!"

Chen Zhenghu had been in the United States for so long, and although he didn't know English, he could still understand this word, and a surge of anger suddenly surged in his heart.

However, it has been a long time since Chinese people have been afraid to provoke foreigners.

If a conflict occurs between the two sides, regardless of who is right or wrong, the Chinese will be thrown into jail.

Chen Zhenghu suppressed his anger and put a hundred yuan on the counter: "You don't want to do business either?"

The person next to him translated it into English, but the boss smiled mockingly: "I won't sell you guns. Don't even think about buying any weapons from me. Now take your money and get out, you bunch of scumbags."

It is an established rule not to sell weapons to Chinese people.

Chen Zhenghu had never been exposed to these things before, so he was not clear about this matter. This was the first time he heard about it.

If it were in the past, I would just accept being scolded.

Having done a lot of things with Chen Zhengwei these days, Chen Zhenghu became more and more angry. He immediately glared at the other party: "You bastard, what did you say?"

"I said get out! Or I'll shoot!" The foreigner took out a gun from under the counter, depressed the hammer, and pointed it directly at Chen Zhenghu.

Upon seeing this, the others hurriedly pulled Chen Zhenghu out, glaring at the foreigner before leaving.

"Fuck! These bastards!" Everyone cursed angrily after they left.

"That's how those foreigners are. They don't even consider us as human beings! Sooner or later, they will be punished!"

"Forget it, if this one doesn't work, let's go to another one! Buy the gun back first!"

Then they went to two more stores, but got the same result.

Only then did everyone realize that the foreigners simply did not sell guns to them. Even though American law did not prohibit Chinese from owning guns, it was a common practice among the people.

"What should we do?" Several people didn't expect that such a small thing could not be done well.

"Let's go back first. We are being targeted by Copper Button!" Chen Zhenghu saw a Copper Button from the Investigation Bureau walking towards them in the distance, so he turned around and left with his men.

What the Chinese workers hated most was dealing with copper buttons.

The group returned to the casino and found Chen Zhengwei, only to see that Chen Zhengwei had gotten a dart board from somewhere and hung it on the wall. Chen Zhengwei stood more than two meters away, took the dart and aimed a few times, then hit the bull's eye.

"Brother Wei is awesome! He's so accurate in his first try!" Xia Zai boasted while holding a few darts.

Xia Zai was the one who had his finger chopped off because of gambling. He now works in a casino. He got this dart. "This thing is too simple!" Chen Zhengwei looked very proud.

With his ability to control himself, playing darts is indeed not difficult.

"Brother Wei, it's just easy for you! I definitely can't play it well!" Chen Zhenghu walked over and said.

"You can learn this thing if you practice!" Chen Zhengwei turned his head and saw that Chen Zhenghu and others had nothing in their hands. The faces of the people behind them were also not looking good, so he knew that the task was not accomplished.

Chen Zhengwei waved his hand and Xia Zai went out.

"What's going on?" Chen Zhengwei sat down, lit a cigarette, took a puff and asked.

"Those foreigners won't sell to us at all!" Chen Zhenghu told the whole story, even repeating what the foreigners said.

"Is that so! Since he doesn't want to sell it, then he doesn't have to sell it!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

No wonder there are so few guns in Chinatown. Each gang only has a few guns.

On the one hand, the big bosses in the gangs don't want too many guns, so that only their subordinates will die in a shootout. But if guns are rampant, they might be shot to death while walking on the street one day.

On the other hand, guns are hard to come by.

After thinking about it for a while, Chen Zhengwei said, "Go find someone to make a few sets of clothes for Ansongtang!"

Although most Chinese people in Chinatown wear Ma褂 or tight-fitting clothes with two parts, there are still some differences in the clothes of each gang, and each gang has its own markings on the clothes.

"Tell the tailor to shut up!"

"Brother Wei, don't worry, I know what to do!" Chen Zhenghu guessed what Chen Zhengwei was going to do. After all, he had spent the longest time with Chen Zhengwei and knew Chen Zhengwei's style of doing things very well.

"Go! Also, tell everyone to be careful these days!" Chen Zhengwei sent him to do the work.

That night, the casino was still empty. There had been no customers in the casino for two days in a row, which made Chen Zhengwei look unhappy. After thinking about it, he asked someone to find the madam of the brothel.

"Uncle Wei! Are you looking for me?" The madam spoke sweetly and looked very friendly when she saw Chen Zhengwei.

"How is it? How many people stay and how many want to leave?" Chen Zhengwei asked, sitting behind a chair.

"There are a few who want to leave and want to buy tickets to go back! Some girls are still undecided. They are all miserable people. They were sold by their parents in the first place. Even if they go back, they will just be sold again. And even if they are not sold, they have been sold for so long. Even if others don't say anything to their faces, they will say it behind their backs... They can't survive at home!"

The madam said immediately, while carefully looking at Chen Zhengwei's expression, wondering if he had changed his mind.

"Well, ask them if anyone is willing to come to the casino to work! Just help the guests get wine and liven up the atmosphere." Chen Zhengwei said.

The madam knew what Chen Zhengwei wanted them to do and immediately said with a smile, "Master Wei, you have found the right person. Welcoming and seeing off guests is what we are best at!"

Chen Zhengwei nodded: "Go back and make the arrangements."

The madam was in no hurry to leave, and said with a smile: "Master Wei, you see there are only a bunch of rough men here, and none of them know how to serve others! No one can do the work of massaging shoulders and legs!"

Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "Why, you want to come over and massage my shoulders and legs?"

"If Mr. Wei doesn't mind, then I'm definitely willing to do it! But the girls in the building will hate me to death!" said the madam with a smile.

"That's all I'm saying... The situation is this, I have a goddaughter named Yulan... Mr. Wei, don't laugh, I also came from a poor family, and I'm very kind to the girls in the building. They all call me Hong Ma."

"Yulan is a poor girl, she was sold by her own father for only 30 yuan. She doesn't want to go home, and she has nowhere to go. I was thinking if Master Wei needs someone to serve tea and water, so I'll send her to you!"

"If Master Wei can take her in as a maid, this child will have a place to stay!" Hong Ma's eyes turned red as she spoke.

"Master Wei is a good man, a great hero. I wonder how many girls in the building want to serve tea and water to Master Wei!"

"But this child has only been here for a short time, has few thoughts, is simple, and is pretty. The head of Heshun Hall liked her looks and didn't let her take on other guests..."

"Bring it here later and let me see it!" Chen Zhengwei said after thinking for a while.

Anyway, the casino needs to keep some people to do the work, so one more person won’t make much difference.

(End of this chapter)