The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 479 Let them know who we are

After Chen Zhengwei stirred up the emotions of black people through newspapers, he has been asking people to pay attention to news in this regard.

If the blacks make too much trouble, he will continue to fund white supremacist organizations to keep the two sides in confrontation and create a confrontational atmosphere in society.

This saves the American government from thinking about him every day.

However, over the past few days, although there were various marches and protests and small riots in various places, there was not a single large-scale conflict.

Especially in Charleston, South Carolina, there were large-scale protests by black people after the trial.

Then... they were attacked by a white supremacist group, killing and injuring more than a dozen people on the scene.

All the hundreds of black people at the scene ran away...

"Fuck, are these people so useless?" What Chen Zhengwei hates most in his life is this kind of useless people.

If Chinese people don't live up to expectations, he will kick them.

These black people were not living up to their expectations, and he wanted to kick them too.

I want to hang two more.

"You marched in the streets without guns? Why would you march without guns? And so many people were killed and injured, and you just ran back like that?"

The more Chen Zhengwei thought about it, the angrier he became, and he waved at Li Xiwen.

"Senior brother, what's the matter?" Li Xiwen walked to a place not far from Chen Zhengwei.

"Come a little closer, are you afraid that I will eat you?" Chen Zhengwei glared at him.

Li Xiwen felt something was wrong when he saw Chen Zhengwei's expression, and said aggrievedly, "Brother, I didn't say anything."

Having said that, you'd better move over carefully.

"Turn sideways!" said Chen Zhengwei.

As soon as Li Xiwen turned sideways, Chen Zhengwei kicked him in the butt.

After kicking the guy, I felt much better.

"Why are they so useless? Damn, are these people used to being slaves?" Chen Zhengwei cursed.

"Maybe... you're used to it?" Li Xiwen whispered.

The Chinese in Chinatown have been bullied for many years and have become accustomed to it. Not to mention the black people who have been enslaved for hundreds of years. Many of them have grandfathers who were slaves, fathers who were slaves, and they themselves were slaves. It has been like this since they were young, and everything they have come into contact with is like this.

Of course.

They have only regained their freedom in the last decade or so, but their lives are even worse than when they were slaves.

When they were slaves, at least they had enough to eat.

Chen Zhengwei was stunned when he heard this, a little confused: "Are you used to it?"

"Yes... they have been slaves since birth... they have been bullied since the day they opened their eyes... they must be used to it!" Li Xiwen felt a little sad. If it weren't for Chen Zhengwei, the Chinese in San Francisco would not be much better off.

How many people died when the railway was built? There was no compensation.

Although he came to San Francisco relatively late, he had heard of such things.

If it were now... Chen Zhengwei only needed to say one word and those people would have to pay the money honestly. Anyone who dared to delay would be skinned alive.

That’s why Chinese people in San Francisco respect Chen Zhengwei so much now.

"How the hell can I get used to this thing?" Chen Zhengwei was even more confused.

If you think about it carefully, this may be true.

After all, he had this bad temper... He was like this in his previous life.

There was just a small accident in my previous life... I was caught by the police by accident.

People like him simply cannot understand the mentality of those who are used to being bullied. They simply cannot understand it.

However, black people now generally have a mentality of obedience that has developed after long-term slavery, oppression and intimidation.

So there are more than six million black people in the United States, and many of them can’t even get enough food to eat, but there is no large-scale black protest movement.

"These black people are indeed not as reliable as the white supremacist organizations!" Chen Zhengwei muttered. As long as he gave those white supremacist organizations enough support, they would dare to overthrow the state government.

"No wonder those white people don't care about black people! Even though I'm a freshman, they still don't take black people seriously."

"The reason isn't just that black people don't have the right to vote, they're not a voting base! It's because they're useless!"

"More than six million black people, so many people, and they are not even worth the fucking united front work! Are they human beings? They are more than six million livestock!" Chen Zhengwei cursed.

There is no united front value, just like those Mexicans in San Francisco.

You don't even have to empty the toilet.

While Chen Zhengwei was cursing, the White House and the Department of Justice were also paying attention to the situation.

Although there are constant protests from black people in various places and criticism from immigrants from other countries, the overall situation is relatively stable.

"Fortunately, nothing serious happened!" The Minister of Justice breathed a sigh of relief.

He was also worried before, after all, there are millions of black people in the United States.

Moreover, American society is quite sensitive right now, and he is really afraid of causing another big mess, which would have a greater impact than what the Chinese had caused.

Now it seems... I was worrying too much.

Those black people are completely different from that Chinese person.

For some unknown reason, he developed a fondness for those black people.

They are good livestock, like cattle or horses.

"But we can't be careless. Let the police stations in all places pay attention to the situation in the black community! We must control the situation!"

"In just half a month, we won't have to be so careful."

Now, most of the state governments have been dealt with. In another two weeks, Congress will hold a new meeting to transfer the state militia groups into the National Guard. In peacetime, they will be managed and commanded by the states, and in wartime, they will be commanded by the Army Headquarters.

By then, the United States will have dozens more militia groups.

As long as half a year passes, even if there is another war with the Chinese, they will not be so worried.

The Indian War will also accelerate next, and when the Indian War is over, the army will be completely free.

Drive those Chinese out of American soil!
……

"He is a warrior. He is always fighting against injustice. He is a fighter for justice and a messenger sent by God..." In the dormitory of Visa College, Cicely was still writing down her thoughts on paper.

The tip of the pen rubbed against the paper, making a rustling sound.

On the bed next to him, there was a neatly folded newspaper, which contained Chen Zhengwei's speech.

"There seems to be a kind of light on him. No matter if there are a thousand or ten thousand people standing there, the first thing you see is him..."

"I thought it was love because he was so bright in my heart...but other people had the same opinion." Cicely bit her pen and thought for a while.

She had discovered before that she could always spot Chen Zhengwei in the crowd at a glance, even on a crowded street.

And in communicating with others, she learned that she was not the only one who felt this way.

Even if Chen Zhengwei was wearing ordinary clothes and standing among countless people, he would still be noticed at a glance.

After thinking for a moment, Cicely continued writing:

"This is the holy light that God has placed upon him!"

……

Cuba, Villa Clara, a somewhat dilapidated two-story building not far from the pier.

Although this place is shabby, it is the best house Xu Li and his friends can find.

There is a sign outside the small building that says "Kinmen Trading Company".

At this time, at the Kinmen Trading Company, a black man wearing only a pair of ragged shorts stood there and said, "Our boss asked, have you prepared the money?"

"It will take time for us to raise the money! How are our people?"

"You're still alive now... but it's hard to say what will happen in three days! Remember, I'll give you three more days! If you still can't raise the money, you'll die. Not only that person will die, you will die too!" The black man pointed at Xu Li and the people around him.

Xu Li wanted to kill these black people immediately, but he had to hold back and looked at him coldly: "There are still three days left! Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Remember, three days!" The black man snorted coldly and turned to leave. However, when he reached the door, he remembered something, stopped and turned around to sneer, "That guy always said your boss is awesome!"

"Let's not talk about whether he's really that good or not, this is Cuba!"

"So you have to behave yourself!"

After saying this, the black man left with a few of his companions.

"Fuck!" Xu Li kicked the cabinet next to him, and still not satisfied, he kicked it again.

The whole person is like a wild beast.

"These bastards! I must kill them!"

"It's almost there! The telegram said that Boss Situ Ye had already brought his men on board two days ago." A young man with a mole on his face and ordinary looks said from a distance. He was Shanghai Boy.

He was almost caught that day, but luckily he reacted quickly and ran away. In the end, he didn't even know where he was.

It was after midnight that we walked towards the dock and finally found the trading company.

Apart from him, several other people who came with him met with misfortune. Two of them were killed and one was captured.

He has been feeling angry these days.

Now we just have to wait for Situ Ye to bring people over.

"We'll keep an eye on some people at the port these days!" Shanghaizi looked at a few Germans on the side.

The local Cubans are somewhat afraid of the foreigners and generally do not target them.

They are a little safer.

The next evening, a ship docked at a smaller pier.

At this time, it was still light outside and the ship stopped by. Then the owner jumped down and greeted a few people in customs uniforms and stuffed some money into their pockets.

The few Germans waiting at the dock were staring at the name painted on the hull of the ship, the Newport.

This is a fictitious name often used by smuggling ships to conceal their identities, but this ship does indeed sail on this route.

"This is it!" Several Germans immediately went over to find the ship owner, and after a few words, they were taken on board.

Then he saw Situ Ye, who was dressed in a gentleman's suit and standing there smoking.

"Minister Situ!" Several Germans greeted him.

Situ Ye's position is the field affairs director of a security company. Although he is not as high as people like Aaron, Da Poland, and Schultz, his status is still relatively high.

"Just you few? Where are the others?" Situ Ye glanced at the Germans and asked.

"It's not very friendly here. They are still in the trading company! They have been waiting for you to come over recently!"

"Unfriendly? Then let them know who we are!" Situ Ye sneered and flicked the cigarette butt into the sea.

Turning around, I saw Chinese people walking out of the cabin, each carrying a bag containing a submachine gun and bullets.

Besides that, there is something new.

Several fist-sized things called grenades.

This was just manufactured not long ago. Let them use it on the battlefield to obtain more information.

Then decide if further improvements are needed.

(End of this chapter)