The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 64 I am good at making friends

It was already ten o'clock in the morning, and there were still many people wandering around Portsmouth Square.

Most of them were Chinese, and there were some drunk Irish people looking at this side coldly from a distance.

"Brother Lin, Brother Lin, is there any work to do?" A young man wearing a newsboy cap, who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, squeezed into the crowd and asked with a smile on his face.

The man called Brother Lin was a young man in his twenties, and his clothes were much better than those of the Chinese workers around him who were wearing coarse cloth clothes.

"Would you like to work on the road construction? 55 cents a day, with lunch included!" Brother Lin asked loudly immediately.

"Only 55 cents for road construction? It was 60 cents before..." Someone nearby frowned.

Building roads under the scorching sun was hard and tiring work, and I was often bullied by the foreigners. 55 cents was too little.

"55 cents is enough to make you work!" Lin said disdainfully. "If you want to work, do it. If you don't want to work, get out! We only need people!"

Anyway, there is no shortage of people willing to work.

He has already negotiated with the foreigners. The lower the price, the more he will get.

"How long will the wages be paid?"

"You'll be paid once a month. Don't worry. I'm the big boss and I will definitely not let you lose any money!" Brother Lin said loudly.

Soon, Brother Lin shouted, "The place is full of thirty people, everyone make way!"

Brother Lin drove away everyone around him, leaving only thirty people. Then he looked through the crowd and saw a group of people standing not far away, all wearing gentlemen's suits.

At first glance, I thought he was a big boss and wanted to go up to him to build a relationship with him. But after taking a closer look, I felt that he seemed to be someone from the gang, so I ignored him.

Chen Zhengwei put his hands in his pockets and watched the people being recruited over there. He looked at the big sun in the sky and pointed and said, "It's hot here in this weather, and we have to repair the road under the sun. 55 cents a day..."

Not to mention him, even Li Xiwen and others felt that it was too little.

But the same thing goes, if you don't do it, someone else will.

He had seen this scene several times before. One of the factories was recruiting people, working 14 hours a day, with two meals provided, and only paying 50 cents.

The Irish work 12 hours a day and earn at least $1 to $1.

Not long after, a broker came over with a foreigner. The broker shouted, "The dock is hiring. 60 minutes a day. We need 10 people!"

Immediately, many Chinese people flocked over.

A few Irishmen on the side also walked over, a little drunk, and rudely pulled the Chinese workers in front of them away, cursing, "Get out of here, you bastards!"

Then he asked the foreigner, "Sir, are you hiring?"

"The price you ask for is too high!" said the foreigner.

"Sir, this is America, a place for white people. You should hire white people, not these cleaners. And the government stipulates that every company must employ a certain proportion of white people! Hire us, or I will make trouble for you!" One of the Irishmen shouted loudly, a little drunk.

"We have hired white people in accordance with regulations. You'd better get out of the way and don't cause trouble for yourself!" said the foreigner nonchalantly.

The two sides entangled for a while, and then the Irish people turned around and left reluctantly with a look of resentment on their faces.

At the same time, he kicked a Chinese man to the ground, lowered his head and roared at him:
"Go back to your country, bastard! Otherwise I will kill you sooner or later!"

Other Chinese people who watched this scene were angry but dared not speak out.

If you have a conflict with the foreigners here, those copper buttons will not ask the reason at all, they will only arrest them, the Chinese. Once they get in, they will be bullied by other prisoners.

Many Chinese people have suffered this.

The Irishman who led the fight kicked the Chinese worker a few times, but the Chinese worker just held his head and did not resist. The Irishman then spat at him.

As soon as I looked up, I saw a dozen Chinese people in black gentlemen's suits walking towards me. The man in the middle was wearing a hunting suit and looked very rich.

"Why, do you want to help him out? Or do you want to hire me? I can't do other things well, but I can help you manage and teach the pests. Many factories do this!" the Irishman joked.

He was not worried that these Chinese would dare to do anything to him.

Chen Zhengwei walked up to him with a smile, suddenly kicked him on the knee, reached out to grab his hair, and hit his knee directly on his face, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.

The other Irishmen were immediately furious and rushed forward.

"Hit me!" Chen Zhengwei sneered, grabbed the man's hair, and slammed his head directly to the ground. The Irishman's face was already bloody and fleshy, and even his nose could not be seen.

"How dare you be so arrogant in my territory? You don't take me seriously!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

"Come on, grab his hand!"

Chen Zhengwei reached into his waist, took out an axe, and smashed his right thumb directly with the back of the axe.

With a slight clicking sound, the Irishman let out an inhuman scream and tried desperately to pull his hand back.

Chen Zhengwei swung the axe again and hit his index finger.

Meanwhile, several other Irishmen were also rushed over and knocked to the ground by others. One of them looked at the scene and cursed angrily: "You bastards, you will be in trouble! I swear!"

"I don't know if I will be unlucky, but I know you will be unlucky!"

Chen Zhengwei stood up and kicked the Irish man on the temple, then walked towards the Irish man who spoke.

"You're talking so loudly, are you trying to scare me?"

"Hold him down!" Chen Zhengwei shook the axe in his hand up and down.

"No, no..." Fear appeared in the Irishman's eyes and he kept shaking his head.

A sharp whistle was heard in the distance. The two copper buttons saw the commotion from a distance and didn't take it seriously. This happened every day.

But when he saw those Irish people being beaten by a group of Chinese, he quickly ran over while blowing the whistle.
Chen Zhengwei turned his head to look at Tongkou who was running towards them, and grinned at them, his smile full of ferocity.

Then he smashed the axe in his hand down fiercely, hitting the back of his hand directly.
The Irishman immediately rolled over and screamed in pain, holding his hands.

"You're lucky. You'll be able to hold the spoon in your hands in the future! It's just that it's a little difficult to bear when it's windy and rainy!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

These Irish people don't have much savings, and all their money is used for gambling and buying alcohol. They have to pool money together just to treat their hand injuries.

Not to mention that it would be impossible for him to find a job any time soon.

"Stop! Did you hear me? Put your hands up!" The two men with copper buttons ran up to him, pulled out their guns with angry faces and aimed at Chen Zhengwei.

"Brother Wei, you go first, we will help you block it!" When Chen Zhenghu saw this scene, his expression immediately changed, and he said to Chen Zhengwei.

"Why are you leaving? I will have to send someone to rescue you then!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

"Damn it, put your hands up! You're dead!" one of them cursed, while the other took out a rope and came up to catch Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei cooperated by stretching out his hand, and then when the other party came up, he suddenly pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed it at the head of a man with a copper button.

Then, without waiting for him to speak, Chen Zhenghu and others pulled out their guns and pointed them at another copper button.

Now both Copper Buttons' faces turned pale and their scalps felt numb.

They have been patrolling the square for more than a day or two, and these Chinese people never dare to cause trouble.

However, today these people not only caused trouble, but also dared to point guns at them?

They are absolutely crazy!
And how do they have guns?
"Don't be so impulsive, it's just a small conflict." Chen Zhengwei said with a smile, holding a gun against the forehead of the man in front of him with one hand, and taking out a wad of money from his pocket with the other hand and handing it to Li Xiwen next to him.

Then he asked Li Xiwen to count out a hundred yuan for him.

After Chen Zhengwei took the money, he held it between his fingers and shook it in front of the brass button in front of him: "How about making friends?"

"I'm good at making friends and don't like it when someone rejects my friendship!"

"You're making it very difficult for us, Chinese!" the man with the copper button said, holding his breath and looking around.

There were so many people watching in the square, which made him feel very embarrassed.

"It's better than covering the national flag even if it's difficult...don't you think so?"

"Besides...I like people to be polite in front of me and call me sir!"

　Let me tell you about the next arrangements. It will be on the shelves next week, from Monday to Friday, but the exact day has not been determined yet.

　　Three chapters a day after it is put on the shelves.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)