The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 752 Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?
In Oregon, a group of people were rushing to Fir Town, led by Lim Boon Keng.

It was Lim Boon Keng who was in charge of communicating with the government and planning the land in Oregon.

Rong Jiacai didn't have the right person, so he simply threw the matter to Lim Boon Keng.

However, he also borrowed 200 people from a security company and found a few Indians to come with Lim Boon Keng.

It would be best if we can reach an agreement this time. If not, we will kill this Indian tribe.

Along the way, Lim Boon Keng was thinking about how to communicate with the Indians after arriving in Fir Town, and how to respond based on their different reactions.

"I hope these natives are not too difficult to deal with..."

It snowed yesterday and the roads were covered with snow, making it difficult for the carriage to move.

It was after noon when the group arrived at Fir Town. From a distance they saw some Chinese piling up wood outside the town and some people chopping wood.

"It looks like there was no fighting! The Chinese here were not affected too much." The team leader of the security company whispered to one side.

When they saw this group of people and the carriage coming, someone immediately came out from the town to greet them.

"Have those Indians come recently?" Lim Boon Keng asked.

"I come...I come every day. I'm in town now!"

"how is the situation?"

"Not bad, those people are not bad, it's just that communication is a bit difficult..." said the people in the town.

Hearing this, Lim Boon Keng immediately felt relieved.

When we entered the village, we saw a few dirty Indians wearing buffalo leather jackets sitting on the side of the road, talking to a few Chinese people.

Seeing this group of people riding horses and carrying guns, the Indians became a little wary, but did not make any drastic moves. Lim Boon Keng was not in a hurry to contact them, but just watched them from a distance.

Go directly into the center of the town and arrive at the town government, a slightly larger two-story wooden house.

"Thank you for your hard work along the way..." The mayor is Li Shaou, who is in his thirties. He used to work in mines in Peru and later worked on Chen Zhengwei's farm.

When he heard that there was going to be development here and sensed an opportunity, he signed up and instantly rose from a laborer to the mayor.

"What's the situation here?" Lim Boon Keng asked directly after sitting down.

"We were cutting trees in the forest, and one day they came and told us that this was their place. They saw that we looked like them, not white-faced, and they were quite curious."

"I sent someone to the city to send a telegram while trying to build relationships with them. After two drinks, those people no longer had any hostility..."

"Then after a while, they always came to the town to eat and drink. They didn't have much to eat, except smoked salmon, dried fish, or wild vegetables, and then they put some salt and made a big pot..."

"They are quite hostile to those foreigners. They have fought with them before and many people died."

"They think we are different from the foreigners. I tell them, we have the final say here now!"

After listening halfway, Lim Boon Keng understood.

This group of Indians were not very aggressive, and seeing that the Chinese looked similar to them, they were not that hostile.

Out of curiosity, I got in touch with the Chinese... and then I was won over at the dinner table.

Of course, if the people here were white, it would be a different story.

But this doesn't mean that what happens next will be easy to discuss.

Because they want to occupy the land on which these Indians depend for survival.

After thinking for a while, Lin Wenqing spoke: "Now the boss means to allocate an area here for them and build some houses for them so that they can spend the winter in them. And then give them enough food every month!"

"If they want to make money, they can work in our factories or join the army to earn money."

"They can learn Chinese and we treat them as Chinese."

"And this land... belongs to the boss!"

"I brought 200 people from the security company just to deal with these people!" Lim Boon Keng did not say what would happen if they disagreed.

Those 200 people from the security company say it all.

Li Shaou nodded, with no surprise on his face.

Everyone in San Francisco knows Chen Zhengwei's character.

"I've been thinking about what to do these days."

"Give me a submachine gun tomorrow, and I'll take them to see the power of it! I'll scare them first."

"Then talk to them again!"

Lim Boon Keng made some contingency plans on the way here, and Li Shaou's ideas were also included in the plans.

He immediately agreed and said, "Let's do it."

"You scare them first, and then talk to them. I also brought some Indians with me and asked them to talk to the other side, using both soft and hard tactics."

The next day, when the Indians came again, Li Shaou asked them to go outside the town and said he wanted to show them some good things.

When they got outside the town, Li Shaou took out a submachine gun and showed it to them. He said with a hearty and simple smile: "Your weapons are all outdated. Do you see what I have? We used this to drive away those foreigners!"

Then he fired a burst of bullets at the pile of firewood in front of him, changed the magazine, and fired another burst of bullets.

The Indians' faces suddenly changed.

Especially Little Xiaoqin, the middle-aged man with a scar on his face. His father is Old Xiaoqin, who was once a leader of the Modoc tribe and was killed by white people.

He had also participated in battles with the American army and knew American weapons. However, the weapons in the hands of these Chinese were beyond his knowledge of muskets!
……

It was almost noon and some Chinese businessmen were waiting anxiously at the door of the "city center mansion", with panic in their eyes and sweat dripping from their foreheads.

Chinese people in Los Angeles call this estate in the city center the Downtown Mansion.

"You are also old-timers in San Francisco. The boss never sees anyone before noon! Even if he does, it won't be you!" The thugs at the door stood there with guns in their hands.

"Yes, yes, we were rude!" A Chinese business owner wiped the sweat from his head and forced a smile.

When he turned to look at other people, there was resentment in his eyes, followed by an anxious sigh.

I was almost at a loss.

The night before, Yung Wing found an excuse to arrest a few people. They felt something was wrong, and then they asked around, and finally someone told them the truth.

Only then did they realize that it was Chen Zhengwei who had spoken.

Especially when the other party said with some sarcasm: "Who do you think Los Angeles belongs to? This is Mr. Chen's... You dare to covet Mr. Chen's things. Should I say you are bold or stupid?"

As soon as these words were spoken, they felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured over them from head to toe.

Most of them are aware of Chen Zhengwei's methods.

The ones who are unclear are already in jail.

Then he hurriedly went to Chen Zhengwei to apologize, but he didn't see anyone there. He waited in the carriage until morning and didn't even dare to go home.

The group of people waited for another three hours, watching a carriage drive in. One of them mustered up the courage to ask the shift changer:
"Mr. Chen, do you know we are outside?"

"Just wait. The boss didn't say he would meet you. What's the point of asking me whether he will meet you or not or when?"

At this time, Chen Zhengwei was meeting a Frenchman in the living room.

People sent by the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs wanted to discuss with him about Vietnam's Haiphong Port and Quang An Port.

"I had an agreement with the Vietnamese at the time that I would not transfer these two ports to anyone else." Chen Zhengwei said slowly: "But I have always had a good relationship with you French... This is a dilemma!"

"Isn't this a good situation? You French people will not be affected there. Whether you want to pass by or do business, you can go all the way smoothly. As for the port, I am still nominally in charge! This way I don't have to break my promise, and you won't be affected."

"Mr. Chen, I think the Vietnamese people's request has no binding force on you!" the other party said respectfully.

After all, how could it be better to borrow Chen Zhengwei's port than to control the port yourself?
Chen Zhengwei stared at the other person, the smile on his face began to disappear, and he said:

"So you just want me to break my promise?"

"Do you know that I'm a businessman, and honesty is the most important thing to me?"

"I gave you a solution that would satisfy both parties, but you disagreed and wanted me to break my promise. You are really putting me in a difficult position!"

"Mr. Chen, that's not what I meant..." the other party said immediately.

"No need to say more! You can leave before I change my mind!" Chen Zhengwei stood up and left, asking his men to send the man away.

He was planning to exchange the port with the French, but there was a prerequisite... that is, once Panama was in his hands, he would have to dig and operate the Panama Canal himself.

These two ports in Vietnam are the fulcrums of France's expansion in East Asia.

Those two ports are used to shut the French up.

Now that Panama is not in their hands yet, it is of course impossible for them to hand over the port to them.

But it's soon.

Su Ya's activities in Panama have been getting bigger and bigger.

After sending the French away, Li Xiwen said to Chen Zhengwei, "Brother, those Chinese businessmen have been waiting outside for a day and a night. Do you want to meet them?"

"Are you in such a hurry to see me? Are you in a hurry to be reborn?" Chen Zhengwei said casually.

"Since they are so eager to reincarnate, it would be a bit unreasonable for me not to help them!"

"In that case, take them to the small living room next door!"

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At the entrance of the mansion in the city center, a total of seven Chinese businessmen were waiting there with worried and anxious faces, and they kept complaining to each other: "You said Mr. Chen didn't care about such a small matter, and now? I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

"How should I know? It was all those people from Singapore who came up with the idea... I was just blinded by greed!" Another person also looked regretful.

In addition to Lin Fuyuan and others, some Southeast Asian Chinese businessmen came to San Francisco at the beginning of the year and then came to Los Angeles.

In their view, the land in Los Angeles was sold by the Los Angeles City Government, and the money from the sale was also used by the Los Angeles City Government to develop the city.

Then they came up with an idea: they hoarded some land under the pretext of building a factory and then sold it after the land appreciated in value.

Because Singapore is small and has limited land, British businessmen did this before, and a few Chinese businessmen also got involved and learned this practice.

However, they could not do it alone, so they intentionally got to know some Chinese businessmen in Chinatown and persuaded them.

"What's the point of saying this now? Why don't you think about what to do? You all know Mr. Chen's methods..." Another old man sighed and interrupted the two.

While the group was complaining to each other, Ma Zai waved at the Chinese businessmen and said, "Brother Wei wants to see you!"

"thanks, thanks!"

The seven people hurriedly followed the henchman into the manor, and at this time the manor looked like a monster with its bloody mouth wide open in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)