The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 82 Send a message back
After Chen Zhengwei and others left, the captain looked at everyone else, then kicked Lao Duan in the stomach, picked up a stick from the side and smashed it on Lao Duan's head, causing Lao Duan's head to bleed.

"How much did you charge?" the captain asked sullenly.

If the other party hadn't allowed people on board without permission, he wouldn't have been so passive. This was what made him most angry.

If Chen Zhengwei hadn't brought anyone over, he would have turned a blind eye if he knew that someone had paid people to get on the boat.

But since Chen Zhengwei has come to us, we can’t let him go easily!
"Hang him up!"

"Who else knows about this?" the captain asked again with a serious face. There were several people on board, so it was impossible that only Lao Duan knew about it. There must have been other people who saw it.

After a while, someone finally stood up.

The captain hit him with the stick again.

There are pirates everywhere these days. How can those who are able to engage in the business of trafficking piglets and travel across the seas and oceans be good people?
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The next day, when Chen Zhengwei got up, it was almost noon. He threw Wanyun's arm aside, got up and went to pee.

Chen Qiaoniang and Chen Zhengwu were playing downstairs. When they heard footsteps on the stairs, they immediately sat up straight and pretended to be trying to write. However, seeing that their bodies and faces were covered with ink, it was clear what they had been doing all morning.

Chen Qiaoniang noticed the ink on Chen Zhengwu's face from the corner of her eye, and was afraid that Chen Zhengwei would scold them both, so she immediately came up with an idea.

Seeing Chen Zhengwei coming down, Chen Qiaoniang spoke first to divert Chen Zhengwei's attention:
"Brother, if you don't practice for one day, your hands and feet will become slow, and if you don't practice for two days, you will lose half of your strength. You haven't been to the martial arts gym for two days!"

"Damn, who did you learn this from? You're so long-winded at such a young age!" Chen Zhengwei yawned.

Anyway, all the fellow disciples in the martial arts school were sent away by him. Instead of practicing horse stance every day, he might as well get more sleep.

"I was busy until late at night yesterday and didn't come back until late at night! I was practicing martial arts all the time and I would have died suddenly!" Chen Zhengwei slammed the bathroom door, and he saw Chen Qiaoniang and Chen Zhengwu working as if they were digging coal in a mine.

But he was too lazy to pay attention to it.

If they were at Guangdong's home before, these two people would have been hung up and beaten.

Chen Qiaoniang thought she had succeeded, and she blinked at Chen Zhengwu with a smug smile.

Now that she is no longer hiding from place to place and has settled down here, and her family is no longer short of money, Chen Qiaoniang's personality has become more lively.

On the other hand, Chen Zhengwu has always been taciturn and silent, and can't say a word.

After changing clothes, Chen Zhengwei called a few people to have morning tea. The captain also came to the tavern street. The street was full of thugs wearing black gentleman's suits. They just picked one to explain the situation and he was brought in front of Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei had planned yesterday to go back and finish the unfinished battle, then take a nap and get up at this time.

"Sit down and talk while eating!" Chen Zhengwei gestured for the other party to sit down. He really liked to talk about serious matters with others while eating.

"By the way, I didn't ask what your name was yesterday?" Chen Zhengwei asked.

"Mr. Chen, just call me Lao Cao!"

"Lao Cao..." Chen Zhengwei nodded: "Did your ship come from eastern Guangdong?"

"We sailed from Guangzhou, restocked in Honolulu, and arrived here..." Lao Cao nodded.

"How long does this journey take? How many months can we travel in a year?"

Most of the ships from Guangzhou to here are sailboats, which take two to three months to go back and forth, and they can only sail for a maximum of eight months a year.

If everything goes well, you can run it three times at most, but usually you only run two times.

“How many ships are there on this line?”

"There are thirty or forty ships in total... But not many people want them here right now, so many ships have gone to the South Seas!"

"Why aren't there so many people who want it?" Chen Zhengwei paused with his chopsticks in his hand, looked up and said:

"There is never too many people, and the more the better!"

"I asked you to come here to pass on a message to them to bring immigrants here. I want them no matter how many people there are."

"There are so many people in the country who can't make a living. Why don't you stay at home and wait to starve to death? Why not go out and find a way to make a living? At least you can have enough food and clothes!"

"As for the shipping fee, it would be best if they can afford it. It doesn't matter if they can't, I'll pay for them."

"Mr. Chen, let me ask you one more question. Why do you want so many people...what do you plan to do with them?" Lao Cao was a little curious. The railway here is no longer being built, and the mines don't need many people. Now the Gold Mountain in Melbourne is popular, and people are flocking there.

What does Chen Zhengwei need so many people for?
"Factory! There are so many factories in San Francisco, and they need people everywhere!" Chen Zhengwei said casually. It would take about three months for Lao Cao to make a round trip, and it would take a long time for the news to spread.

By the time those people arrive, Chinatown should have stabilized, and it will be exactly where it needs people.

"In addition, we accept both men and women, as long as you can send them over. I will take as many as you can!"

"Mr. Chen, it's okay for men, but for women... it's not easy to go through customs!" Lao Cao said in a low voice.

In previous years, in 1875, the United States passed the Page Act, which prohibited Chinese prostitutes from entering the country, but with the passage of this act, almost all Chinese women were classified as prostitutes.

There was already a huge disparity in the gender ratio among the Chinese community in the United States, and now the disparity is even greater. There are more than 40,000 people in the entire Chinatown, but only 2,000 of them are women.

"I'll take care of the customs! You don't need to worry! It doesn't matter if you're here to work or to reunite with your family." Chen Zhengwei said directly, smiling and saying casually:
"With more women, they can work with peace of mind and put down roots in the local area, instead of always thinking about running back."

Lao Cao felt that this was a bit strange, as he felt that these words did not sound like something that a newly rising gang leader would say.

He glanced at Wanyun, who was eating beside Chen Zhengwei and helping him pick up food from time to time. When he had breakfast with Chen Zhengwei yesterday, Wanyun had written down all the food that Chen Zhengwei liked to eat.

Wanyun's appearance and figure are like a little white flower, which is considered good in Guangzhou.

Lao Cao thought about it and realized that there were very few women in Chinatown. They were in short supply for ordinary Chinese workers, but not a big deal for the gang bosses.

Chen Zhengwei's tone... was as if he was speaking from the position of the leader of the entire Chinatown.

"I will help Mr. Chen pass on the message, there is no problem. But I have an agreement with other halls before..."

"You won't have to worry about this problem when you come back next time!" Chen Zhengwei interrupted him directly.

Chen Zhengwei didn't even bother to ask which gang Lao Cao had an agreement with.

Even if the gang was not destroyed a few months later, he didn't believe that anyone would dare to compete with him for people.

Lao Cao's heart skipped a beat and he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He ate a meal at Chen Zhengwei's place and left.

Chen Zhengwei walked out of the door leisurely, wondering whether he should go to the bank to look for his English teacher.

Last time I said hello and told her to give me a few days to think about it, as I’ve been so busy lately and don’t have time to go over.

Rong Jiacai came over with a young man: "Brother Wei, this is Lin Yuchang, he wants to work with you. He is good at English, so he has no problem dealing with those foreigners!"

That night, Lin Yuchang watched Chen Zhengwei snatch Michael's gun and shoot Sihai to death. Even though Michael was angry, he did not dare to turn against Chen Zhengwei.

At that time, he felt that Chen Zhengwei was completely different from the bosses of other gangs and associations in Chinatown, and he was somewhat tempted.

"Lin Yuchang... not bad! He can learn English and is willing to learn and use his brain!" Chen Zhengwei praised after looking at Lin Yuchang.

Lin Yuchang was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He looked very thin, had no braid on the back of his head, and was wearing a gray gentleman's suit, which made him feel very pleasing to the eye.

Chen Zhengwei simply put the matter of the English teacher aside and returned to the casino.

Rong Jiacai brought Lin Yuchang along.

Chen Zhengwei was not in a hurry to speak. He lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, exhaled the smoke, and then slowly asked about Lin Yuchang's situation.

After knowing that he used to be a broker in the square, he felt happy because he was in need of someone who knew the situation there recently.

Since we want to run a labor service company, we must first understand the situation inside clearly before we can do anything.

After asking for a while, it turned out that Lin Yuchang was indeed familiar with every aspect of the square, which made Chen Zhengwei nod slightly.

"Since you want to come and do something, then settle down and do it well. It looks like you can't fight, so use your brain. There are many people who are willing to fight hard these days, but not many who can use their brains. I'm optimistic about you."

What is the most important thing now? Talent!

Now, even someone who knows English is considered a talent in his eyes.

And they are urgently needed talents!
At least when dealing with foreigners, you don't need to show up in person in many cases.

(End of this chapter)