The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 55 Simple Faith

Chen Zhengwei opened the cabinet and found only a few deeds and some scattered US dollars inside.

Obviously, apart from things like the title deeds that could not be dealt with, all other valuables were taken away.

Chen Zhengwei picked up a few land deeds and took a look. In addition to the house where Uncle Chai lived, there was also a residence and three shops.

The shops were on Tavern Street, and one residence was on Stockton Street, on the western edge of Chinatown.

"Take people to this address tomorrow to check it out!" Chen Zhengwei handed the residential title deed on Stockton Street to Rong Jiacai.

"As for this house..." Chen Zhengwei thought about it and realized that this house was not as good as the one he lived in. It was located next to the court in the alley and was not facing the street. Although the house was made of brick and stone, it was not big.

The only advantage is that the yard is bigger and there is an open space next to it.

"You bring a few people to live here, turn the yard into a boxing gym, put some wooden dummies, and let them come here to practice boxing when they have nothing to do." Chen Zhengwei ordered.

"Thank you, Brother Wei!" Rong Jiacai smiled immediately. Although Chen Zhengwei didn't like this house, it was much better than a wooden house where a bunch of people lived together. Not only did it have a bathroom, but most importantly, it also had a living room.

What Chen Zhengwei cares most about is the bathroom, but in Rong Jiacai's opinion, having a house with a living room like this allows him to meet guests here, and he would be considered a respectable person in the future.

Moreover, there are three rooms in this house, upstairs and downstairs. He lives in one room and can accommodate four more people.

Afterwards, Chen Zhengwei went to visit the residences of Fatty Li and Niu Wei. Neither of them had much money at home.

Fatty Li was better off. He had a few hundred dollars in his house and ten gold bars hidden under his bed. Chen Zhengwei picked up one and weighed it. It was three taels of privately minted gold.

However, one liang in the Qing Dynasty was 37 grams, which means that this gold bar is about 110 grams.

Now, the price of gold in the United States is about 73 cents per gram, and this gold bar is about 80 US dollars. It seems that ten gold bars are a lot, but in fact they are not worth much.

Chen Zhengwei guessed that this was the way out that Fatty Li left for himself. If he needed to flee back to China one day, this thing would be hard currency.

The price of gold in the United States is relatively low, with one gram of gold equivalent to less than 20 grams of silver.

But in the country, the price of one gram of gold is close to 40 grams of silver.

Apart from this, the two of them have nothing in their home; they don’t even own the house.

"Give one to Ah Hu and one to Qingyou!" Chen Zhengwei said after thinking about it for a while. These two people have been with him for a long time and usually do a lot of work for him.

Now the two of them have a place to stay.

After taking away all the valuables, I returned to the casino and found out the news from there.

"Brother Wei, I found out. The leader of Ansong Hall sent a man named Asong to bring two people back to get the guns. I guess they saw that things were not going well, so they just took the money and ran away!"

"Fuck! When something goes wrong, he takes the boss's money and runs away. What's the point of having such a lackey? He has no sense of loyalty at all. I can't stand it!"

Chen Zhengwei cursed with a bad look on his face: "Search Chinatown for me, even if you have to scrape the ground to find those people!"

"Find out which day the boat will arrive, and keep an eye on the dock. Don't let them get away on the boat!"

After returning to the casino, Chen Zhengwei first went upstairs to take out 10,000 yuan and threw it on the gambling table downstairs, and then asked people to come in one by one to collect the money.

There was a pile of money on the table, and almost every thug who came in was a little excited. Even if they could only take a few dozen dollars, the pile of money there was very stimulating.

"Thank you Viagra!"

Aaron held the thirty yuan in his hand, not feeling very excited, but rather having mixed feelings.

It took me two months of hard work to get these, but now I can get them in one night.

But I still feel a little regretful. I didn't have the nerve to chop myself with an axe, so I got 30 yuan less.

"Come see me tomorrow, I've got something for you to do!" Chen Zhengwei patted him on the shoulder. Although this guy didn't look like a good person, Chen Zhengwei liked him very much.

"Thank you Brother Wei for giving me the opportunity!" Aaron was immediately delighted, and threw aside the regret of losing 30 yuan.

"You are right to thank me, but you have to fight for this opportunity yourself!" Chen Zhengwei smiled at him.

Just now, the people from Qinsongtang rushed over carrying wooden tables as shields. Before the others could move, A'long rushed over with a few brothers.

People like this deserve to be exposed!
After distributing all the money, Chen Zhengwei took the remaining money back upstairs. Just for this fight, he paid out nearly 6000 yuan to his subordinates.

Chen Zhengwei took out the pile of loan shark IOUs and looked through them. There were more than 4000 of them, adding up to about yuan. He put the IOUs back and directly received yuan into the system.

Chen Zhengwei decided to strike while the iron was hot and draw two tens in a row to see if he could have three good things happen at the same time.

It has to be said that making money in this era is not that difficult. How long has it been? He has already spent 20,000 yuan on the lottery.

"Scholar, take out the opium pipe and throw it away, and burn these two boxes of opium paste!" Chen Zhengwei warned:
"Let me be clear, if anyone dares to touch this thing, don't blame me for being merciless!"

"Brother Wei, don't worry. We know how powerful we are. I will break the legs of anyone who dares to touch this harmful thing!" Rong Jiacai said coldly.

It has not been many years since the destruction of opium at Humen.

Chen Zhengwei waved his hand and asked him to go out, then went to wash his hands, took out three cigars from a box, lit them and placed them in the cup.

"Mazu and all the gods and Buddhas, you see, I have upgraded your guns and given you cigars instead of cigarettes! Please bless me so that I can smoke something good later!" Chen Zhengwei muttered to himself with a pious look on his face.

Then turn on the system and press the ten-pull button once.

As the roulette wheel spun, the items turned up one by one: two attribute points of 0.1, 1 skill point, a set of blue gentleman's suit, a hat, a Colt 1873 revolver, one hundred rounds of pistol bullets, three boxes of Penicillin V Potassium Tablets, and a box of Liuwei Dihuang Pills.

When Chen Zhengwei saw what he had drawn, his expression suddenly turned ugly and gloomy.

"Really? Are you guys capable of this? How can I worship you like this?" Chen Zhengwei looked at him unkindly. He lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He looked at the three cigars for a long time, and then smoked a dozen in a row.

Two attribute points of 0.1, 1 skill point, a wool coat, pistol bullets, six cans of luncheon meat, a box of Wu Zi Yan Zong Wan, three six-pound shells with short fuses, a pair of metal-framed glasses with a gold glasses chain, and a box of five white silk scarves.

"Fuck!" Chen Zhengwei raised his hand and overturned the table, cursing:
"I've already said that I'm the fairest person. If you bless me, I'll worship you. Not to mention cigars, I'll even offer you pig heads. If you don't bless me, what's the point of me worshipping you?"

Chen Zhengwei has always had a very simple belief.

That is equal exchange.

If you bless me, I will give you benefits. If you don't bless me, don't blame me for cursing!
Chen Zhengwei stood up and walked around the room twice, cursing. He spent ten thousand yuan and only got this little thing. There was not even a skill point for mastery.

Do you think he is a fool?
"Senior Brother?" Li Xiwen rushed in after breaking open the door, and saw Chen Zhengwei standing there angrily.

Li Xiwen had no idea what was going on. An Songtang was kicked out today, and Chen Zhengwei was quite happy just now. Why did he suddenly become furious?

"It's okay, you go out first!" Chen Zhengwei said with a serious face as he extinguished the three cigars.

Then the more I thought about it, the more angry I became.

It took Chen Zhengwei a long time to sit back in his chair. He opened the system and looked through what he had just drawn, then took out one of the three shells.

"If we had this thing before, An Songtang would have died a more miserable death!" Chen Zhengwei tossed it in his hand. This thing had a short fuse on it and could be used as a grenade.

If one was thrown into the crowd, Ansongtang would be dispersed immediately.

Then he took out the pair of glasses. The temples were gold-plated, and two fiery red diamonds were inlaid near the lenses. The glasses chain was gold, and the lenses were also made of crystal and had no degree.

Chen Zhengwei put on his glasses and walked to the mirror to look at himself. He was indeed gentle and looked like a good person.

This pair of glasses concealed a lot of the fierceness on his face, and he quite liked it.

Moreover, these glasses look very expensive and classy!

Then Chen Zhengwei added the 0.3 attribute points equally to strength, flexibility and physique.

The properties become:
Strength: 1.6/1.6
Flexible: 1.5/1.5
Physique: 1.5/1.5
As a surge of heat surged through his body, Chen Zhengwei felt that he had become a little stronger, and his flexibility and physical fitness had also improved a little.

As for the two skill points, he took a look and decided to stay for now.

The fighting in Chinatown is usually a street fight, with the two sides only a few meters or a dozen meters apart, and they can hit each other with their eyes closed.

He was not in a hurry to improve his marksmanship.

Unless it can be upgraded to the mastery level, perhaps a derivative skill can be developed like Sanda, which will bring about a bigger change.

"Let someone clean it up!"

Chen Zhengwei put away his glasses, got up and went out. He had to go and cool down his anger.

(End of this chapter)