The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 656 Do you think I believe it?

A large group of thugs rushed out of the club. The faces of the two men changed. When they saw the direction of each other's gaze, they were sure that they were coming for them.

They had no idea how the information was leaked, but they reacted quickly.

One of them stood up and went into the cafe, trying to leave through the back door.

The other one just turned around and ran away.

But in San Francisco, there was no chance to escape.

On the streets and alleys, the Chinese, Italians, and even Irish people who can be seen everywhere don't mind helping when they see a group of Chinese people catching people.

Even the police on the streets are Chen Zhengwei's men.

Soon, the two men were stuffed into a carriage and taken into Chinatown.

"Brother Wei, we caught her. The girl is pretty... but Brother Wei definitely doesn't like her."

"Interrogate the people behind them." Chen Zhengwei said as he walked out, taking a dozen people home.

Late at night, screams were still being heard from a yard in Chinatown.

"I said...we are the White Knights..." The woman hung her head, her body was covered with scars, and half of her hand was missing, mainly five fingers.

Blood kept coming out of his mouth.

The torture methods used by Chen Zhengwei's men were rather crude.

"KKK members? KKK members are so tolerant? Do you think I believe it?" The man in charge of the torture asked someone to take note and said coldly, "Keep beating!"

"I want to know who is behind them!"

……

The next day, Chen Zhengwei finished his meal and sat on the sofa. The henchman came to Chen Zhengwei and whispered, "Brother Wei, the torture revealed the result. They first said they were members of the KKK, and then they were tortured all night before they confessed the mastermind. It was a plan arranged by Rutherford Hayes before, and it seemed that it was still being implemented after Hayes died."

"And then they didn't see any opportunities, so they decided to take a risk."

"Former President William Wheeler might also be aware of this matter."

"Hayes? He's been dead for so long, and the people I arranged before suddenly come here to assassinate me?" Chen Zhengwei sneered with narrowed eyes, taking two puffs of his cigar:

"Never found an opportunity, so they took a desperate measure? They might as well say they were sent by the British, and I would have damn well believed them."

After saying this, Chen Zhengwei paused and sat there continuing to smoke his cigar.

The other party said that he was arranged by Rutherford Hayes before, but he didn't believe it at all.

Even if Rutherford Hayes left someone behind, it was impossible for them to suddenly come here and assassinate him using such crude means.

There are many wealthy businessmen who have been killed by me. If there are some who have escaped and want to take revenge, they definitely cannot resist so much.

It is easy to seek death in the heat of the moment, but not many people can withstand a night of torture.

There are also many people in Colombia, Chile, Cuba... and even in the United States who want him dead.

The British may not be impossible.

After all, he now has penicillin in his hands, and he doesn't know how many people are jealous of him.

"They first said they were members of the KKK? Then they said they were people left behind by the former president?" Chen Zhengwei asked with narrowed eyes.

"Yeah, Brother Wei! Do you think there's something wrong? I'll have someone continue to torture you!"

"Go on, they are definitely not left by Hayes." Chen Zhengwei waited until the henchmen left before sneering, "These are fucking dead spies!"

"And the method was so crude, it was probably a spur-of-the-moment decision!"

Chen Zhengwei calculated rapidly in his mind.

"It's probably because someone is looking at the recent situation in the United States and wants to add fuel to the fire. It would be best if they can kill me, but if they can't, I will still add fuel to the fire!"

"If I really take revenge on the KKK, or purge William Wheeler who just stepped down...what will be the result?"

"It will only make the United States more chaotic and widen the rift between me and the US government. Who will benefit from this?"

Chen Zhengwei has always been very sensitive to conspiracies and intrigues.

Moreover, he estimated that the two men themselves did not know who ordered them, so there would be no result even if they continued to torture them.

"British... French... Spanish? I don't give a fuck who they are. I'm not a judge!" Chen Zhengwei thought for a moment and then sneered. He estimated that there was at least a 60 to 70 percent chance that they were British.

Chen Zhengwei pondered for a moment and called Li Xiwen: "Send a telegram to Xu Yan to find out if there are any Boers in New York! Or Dutch people who have connections with Transvaal and Cape... Find a way to get them to shoot the British ambassador. Remember, don't reveal your identity."

"The war between the British and the Boers has not yet ended, and the Boers' national sentiment is high. It is normal for them to assassinate the British envoy, right?"

“Of course!”

The British suffered a defeat in Africa and even the army commander was killed. Now it is obvious that they can no longer fight, and both sides are seeking opportunities for peace talks.

At this time, the British ambassador to the United States was killed by the Boers in New York...

Chen Zhengwei thought about it and thought it would be of little use as the British army was now unable to continue the fight.

But it's always good to give them a little trouble.

In addition, the US government will definitely have to take the blame again.

If Chen Zhengwei guessed wrong and this incident was not done by the British... then the British ambassador would be unlucky.

Chen Zhengwei never considers the question of whether he has chosen the wrong person.

It's a mistake to kill someone.

After thinking for a while, Chen Zhengwei got up and went out to the club with a dozen bodyguards.

"Brother Wei, the people you called are here." Club manager Ah Cheng walked to Chen Zhengwei and looked not far away.

There were eleven or twelve people sitting there. They stood up quickly when they saw Chen Zhengwei come in.

"Mr. Chen!"

"Let them come to my office later." Chen Zhengwei nodded slightly, then went upstairs to the office and took off his coat.

After a while, several people were brought up. Except for the few people who were studying internal combustion engines last time, the rest were experts in steam engines and mechanical equipment.

Among them were experts from the California Industrial Equipment Design and Manufacturing Company, formerly known as Pratt & Whitney, which was packed up and shipped back to San Francisco by Chen Zhengwei.

"Mr. Chen! Is there anything we can do?" everyone asked after entering the room.

"Sit down first and chat." Chen Zhengwei smiled at everyone with a very gentle attitude.

He has always been gentle to those who can create value for him.

"Humans first rowed boats with oars, and then they discovered sails. Then they realized that boats could move without rowing. After sails replaced oars, steam engines appeared, and steam engines replaced sails..."

"This is the natural evolution of technological progress. Every innovation stems from human pursuit of efficiency and convenience," one person said.

"That's true. Today, steam engines are used in every aspect of human society, and the whole society is changing rapidly."

"It's time to start another revolution!" Chen Zhengwei smiled and gestured to the people who studied the internal combustion engine last time:

"Please introduce them to the others."

Someone immediately stood up and explained the situation of the internal combustion engine to everyone.

Everyone suddenly looked thoughtful.

In fact, the internal combustion engine was not just discovered, but was invented several years ago, but there are still many problems.

The one in Chen Zhengwei's hand is an upgraded version.

After everyone knew the situation, Chen Zhengwei took out a few paintings from the drawer: cars, trucks, and tractors.

Chen Zhengwei put a few paintings on the table and said, "Next, this thing will be all over the streets and alleys of the United States, and then all over the world, completely replacing the current horse-drawn carriages."

Those people immediately stood up and gathered around the table, passing the drawings around.

These people were all experts in mechanics and had just learned about internal combustion engines. From Chen Zhengwei's drawings, they roughly understood what Chen Zhengwei wanted.

The most important thing about this thing is actually the idea.

Now the idea is before them.

Then he asked a question: "Mr. Chen, why don't we make it like a carriage, but design it like this?"

"Because I'm the boss!" Chen Zhengwei said unhappily. He was too lazy to explain aerodynamics to them.

The most important thing is that he is used to the shape of this vehicle.

"You guys study it first, and ask me if you have any questions." Chen Zhengwei gestured for them to study it on their own, and then sat there smoking a cigar and thinking about another thing.

The ones who benefit the most from promoting automobiles are oil companies.

So should oil companies pay for research and development?
He planned to call the Standard Oil people over as soon as the car samples came out, let them see it with their own eyes, and then pay for it.

Soon, these mechanical experts began to ask questions about the idea.

Chen Zhengwei also gave them answers, and if he couldn't answer them, he let them study it on their own.

What Chen Zhengwei knows least about here is actually the tractor.

After all, he had seen it when he was a child and knew what it was used for.

But with the idea of cars in mind, this is not a problem.

Even if there are problems, it is these experts who need to solve them, otherwise what is the point of having them?

……

At this time, Green was in the office, holding a document in his hand, with the name on it being Jonathan Sephardi.

There were several people standing in front of the table.

"Are you trying to tell me that this person is fake?"

Green's face looked very ugly. He was a member of the Pinkerton Detective Agency who had been recruited and had been collecting intelligence in other places.

The work was very effective...and he was even planning to promote the other party.

However, someone had just told him that this person's identity was fake, everything was fake, and he was not a member of the Pinkerton Detective Agency at all.

It was just that the Pinkerton Detective Agency's Chicago headquarters was wiped out, and the Pinkerton Detective Agency went through a period of chaos.

Then someone sneaked in pretending to be a member of the Pinkerton Detective Agency...

This is incredible.

You have to know that the Pinkerton Detective Agency is full of experts in investigation. Even the reserve agents have undergone professional training, and when they were taken over by the Pinkerton Detective Agency, they also went through layers of screening.

It was unexpected that someone sneaked in, and it was not discovered until a year later.

The most incredible thing is that for such a long time, not only did no one notice anything wrong, but the other party actually achieved quite a lot of results.

Or maybe it was because the other party did such a great job that he planned to promote him and sent someone to conduct an investigation.

It was discovered by accident.

"This is my mistake... I will take the responsibility. Before that, let's catch him and torture him to get to the bottom of things! Also, find out his purpose and the people behind him!" said a Pole standing opposite Green's table with a grim face.

"Don't let him run away." Green said with a gloomy face.

He specializes in this, so he naturally knows how serious it is to have an undercover agent planted in your organization.

……

In Arkansas, a man in his twenties, dressed in a gentleman's suit, with a mustache, handsome appearance and elegant manners, walked into a restaurant.

The man came to a table, behind which was a woman in her twenties.

"You look so beautiful today!" The man kissed the back of the woman's hand and then sat down opposite him.

This man is Jonathan Sephardi, who doesn't know at this time that Green has discovered his identity.

The two chatted for a while with smiles on their faces, and Jonathan Sephardi said casually: "I have tens of thousands of acres of farms in Louisiana. Due to some... reasons, you know, I don't know when everything will be settled. Then we can go to the farm to ride horses together."

"It will be soon!" the woman whispered.

"Oh? What did you hear?"

Soon, the woman was whispering about the news she had heard from the upper-class social circles.

Arkansas prepared to intervene in the war in Louisiana, sending in the National Guard.

Jonathan Sephardi wrote down everything the other person said in his mind, and the smile on his face became even more charming, making the woman almost intoxicated by his smile.

Then the two went out for a stroll in the afternoon and went to the woman's home in the evening.

The next day, Jonathan Sephardi sent a telegram to San Francisco, and at the same time he received a telegram asking him to go to the hotel to meet someone.

Soon, Jonathan Sephardi went to the hotel mentioned in the telegram. As soon as he entered the room, he was hit on the head with a stick.

When he woke up, he found himself in a dim room, tied to a chair, unable to move at all.

At the same time, several people appeared in front of him: "Jonathan Sephardi..."

Jonathan Sephardi suddenly discovered that these people were actually from the security company, and one of them was the person who was interrogating him at that time.

He immediately knew that he was exposed, and immediately shouted:

"Don't do it... I'll tell you what you want to know!"

"Who are you?" The other party looked at him with a gloomy face.

"David Abagnale..." David Abagnale said honestly. He felt that his problem was not serious.

Then he got punched in the face.

"What is your purpose?"

"I want to find a high-paying job... I think detective is a good job..."

"Then I saw an opportunity..." David Abagnale said honestly, without hiding anything.

He was just a farmer's son who wanted to find a job in the city...a job that would allow him to hang out with beautiful women and spend money like water every day, and that would allow him to say goodbye to his boring life in the past.

But no chance.

He worked as a waiter in a hotel in Chicago for six months.

Until one day he found a guest dead in his hotel room.

He didn't say anything, but went straight to rummage through the guests' luggage, trying to take away the valuables.

But they found the other person's diary and some other things.

And he was tired of his job as a hotel waiter.

Then he had a bold idea.

After he finished saying this, he was kicked to the ground: "Do you think we are fools?"

(End of this chapter)