The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 123: Tens of thousands of Chinese in Chinatown were born in the United States

Not only Lin Yuanshan, but also Liang Yi Yue and others subconsciously thought of Chen Zhengwei after hearing that there was a fire in the archives and all the files were burned.

After all, it's such a coincidence.

But then I thought again, that shouldn't be the case? What good would it do for him if he did that?
Taking such a huge risk just to allow the Chinese workers in Chinatown to become citizens and improve their status?
Who would believe this if I said it out loud?
Do you really think he is a good man?
Although Chen Zhengwei had said a lot before, everyone still felt that Chen Zhengwei just wanted to keep all the Chinese workers in his hands.

At that time, all foreigners who want to hire Chinese workers will need to hire people from Chen Zhengwei's labor company, and Chen Zhengwei can ask for prices on both sides.

On the one hand, they charged high prices to foreigners, and on the other hand, they lowered the price of Chinese workers.

At that time, even if the Chinese workers wanted to refuse, they would have no choice, because after all, they would not be able to find work without going through the labor service company.

Who wouldn't make this much money? Who would think it's too much money? Not to mention Chen Zhengwei, even if it was them, they would make money!
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Portsmouth Square.

In the past, this place was crowded with Chinese workers looking for work. As long as there was a call for recruits, there would be a crowd of people immediately surrounding it, asking questions non-stop, as if it was a busy market.

This was still the case yesterday morning, but the various chambers of commerce came to notify us afterwards.

The brokers in the square were also called away by Chen Zhengwei's men. All brokers had to work for the labor service company and be responsible for connecting with the foreigners.

Now, next to the square, there is a row of tables where a group of Chinese workers are queuing up to register.

In the distance, some Chinese workers who had completed registration were gathered together and talking in low voices.

"Does anyone know what's going on? I don't understand why they suddenly ask us to go to some labor company to register..." A thin and old-looking Chinese worker asked the person next to him.

"I don't understand either, Feizai, you have a good brain, did you figure it out?"

"From now on, everyone has to register with the labor service company and can no longer just take jobs like this. When the time comes, the labor service company will help us get higher wages and better treatment!"

Feizai is a young man who is just twenty years old. He has a rather immature appearance and bright eyes.

Although he has only been in Chinatown for two years, people in this small circle think he is very smart and has a sharp mind.

"Is this true? Could such a good thing happen?" The older Chinese workers were a little unconvinced.

Not only did he not believe it, no one else believed it either.

"Anyway, that's what the Chamber of Commerce said... From now on, everyone needs to go through a labor service company to find work. Private work is not allowed! Otherwise, you will be in big trouble!" Feizai lowered his voice.

"Those people are not easy to mess with!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces changed slightly, they knew who was being talked about.

The Xinning people, a group of Xinning people, act very ferociously, and now no one in Chinatown dares to mess with them.

Especially their boss, it is said that he even beat the president of the guild to death. This news spread in the square yesterday.

"I don't want to do so many good things. He doesn't run a charity. As long as they take less money and can get the original wages, that's enough!" sighed a Chinese worker.

They are afraid that those people will monopolize the market and they won’t even be able to get their original wages.

When Chen Zhengwei passed by in a carriage, he looked out the window a few more times and then looked away.

This task seemed difficult to others, as not only did they have to deal with the Chinese workers, but they also had to deal with the foreigners. But in his eyes it was easy.

After all, those foreigners also need to make money by opening factories. Even if the wages of Chinese workers have increased, they are still much lower than those of the Irish.

Moreover, Chinese workers are more able to endure hardships, are good at learning, and will not cause trouble.

Besides, he didn't plan to increase the salary too much at once. He would first increase it to 20 yuan, and then ask for some food benefits for the Chinese workers. Even if the foreigners were not satisfied, they would have to accept it.

Unless they want to hire an Irishman for thirty bucks.

Then he took two dollars from it, and the Chinese workers' wages increased by three dollars. Everyone was happy, it could be said to be a win-win situation.

Wait three to six months, until the foreigners get used to this price, and then raise the price to twenty-two or twenty-three.

I took 2.5 yuan, and the Chinese workers took 20 yuan.

You have to know that among the tens of thousands of Chinese workers in Chinatown, even if 30,000 of them work through his own labor company, that means 30,000 people are helping him make money.

It can bring me $70,000 a month, which is more than $800,000 a year.

It makes more money than opium, brothels and casinos.

Of course, if these Chinese workers have higher incomes, the income of brothels and casinos will also increase. As he said, only when the Chinese workers have money can Chinatown prosper.

"Scholar, remember, open a white pigeon ticket betting shop here!" Chen Zhengwei suddenly thought of something and pointed outside the window.

There are so many Chinese workers waiting for work here every day. Maybe they want to buy a couple of lottery tickets? Maybe they will become rich overnight!

Chen Zhengwei felt that he was meeting the needs of the Chinese workers, and the money he earned could be used to do some social welfare.

For example, opening two schools in Chinatown.

Although there are few children in Chinatown, there are still some.

After all, it was only after the Page Act was introduced three years ago that East Asian women were banned from entering the United States.

Not all women in Chinatown are prostitutes. Some of them come here to reunite with their husbands or immigrate with their families. Although their number is not large, there are still several hundred of them, and the number will increase in the future.

Some Chinese workers also married South Asian or Mexican women.

What's more, Chen Zhengwei is not only planning to open a school for Chinese children, but also a night school for Chinese workers.

At the very least, teaching them how to read and write English and how to keep accounts will be of great help in improving the status and treatment of Chinese workers.

"I'm really a living Buddha!" Chen Zhengwei thought about it and sneered. "Brother Wei, what's wrong?" Rong Jiacai asked.

"I plan to open two schools, one for teaching children and the other for teaching Chinese people English reading, writing and bookkeeping. I will charge a little money or no money at all!" Chen Zhengwei casually stated his plan.

Rong Jiacai was stunned when he heard it, and then his expression became serious: "Brother Wei, this is a good deed for Wanjiashengfo!"

After all, he was a scholar and was quite sensitive to this aspect. He immediately realized what this incident represented and admired him more and more.

Although in the eyes of many people, Chen Zhengwei is not a good person.

But many of the things Chen Zhengwei wanted to do were truly for the Chinese workers in Chinatown.

"You can't even flatter someone, you're so pretentious! You're not as good as Aaron in flattering someone!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

Not long after passing the square, Chen Zhengwei saw a brass button standing on the side of the road. He rang the bell to stop the carriage, opened the window and said, "Alan!"

"Mr. Chen!" Alan trotted to the carriage.

"Get in the car! I want to find Michael, take me there!" said Chen Zhengwei.

The Investigation Bureau had suffered heavy casualties in the previous exchange of fire with the Hong Shun Tang, and now the people in the Investigation Bureau are very dissatisfied with the Chinese.

In the end, it was all the fault of those people who failed at Hong Shun Tang.

Chen Zhengwei was not afraid of anyone causing trouble for him, but he was afraid that he would not be able to control his temper and do something on the spot.

Just let Alan lead the way, it would save a lot of trouble.

When they arrived at the Judicial Bureau, many detectives who came in and out looked gloomy when they saw the Chinese coming in. Someone came over to ask Allen: "What did he do wrong?"

"He is here to see Officer Michael!" Allen explained hurriedly. The other party looked at Chen Zhengwei twice before leaving angrily.

Chen Zhengwei was taken to Michael's office. Chen Zhengwei laughed and said, "Michael, you look much better!"

"Thank you for the medicine, Chen!" Michael smiled when he saw it was Chen Zhengwei.

“I finally feel like I’m alive again!”

"Remember, you still owe me 5000 yuan!" Chen Zhengwei said bluntly.

"Damn it! You're not serious?" Michael cursed.

"That kind of medicine is rare and very expensive. Otherwise, I would have become a millionaire by selling medicine! And I gave you a chance that day!" Chen Zhengwei pulled over a chair and sat down, saying with a smile.

"What the hell!"

"We Chinese have a saying: if you make a mistake, you must admit it, and if you are beaten, you must stand at attention! Michael, I will not waive this payment for you, but I can deduct it from your monthly salary! Although it is not a small amount, it is nothing to you."

"You didn't come here to settle this debt with me, did you?" Michael rubbed his temple.

"When will you get promoted? I can't wait to have a sheriff friend!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"It will still take some time. We need to go through some procedures. It could have been faster, but there was a fire two days ago..." Michael said. He became a little excited when talking about this.

"You mean the archives caught fire and all the files were burned?" Chen Zhengwei asked.

"Yes, all the files and records of everyone in San Francisco are gone! Many people are so busy now that they don't even have time to sleep." Michael shrugged.

"Tsk, then I need to apply for a new personal file. After all, I was born in the United States... Although the information is lost, it shouldn't be too difficult to apply for a new one, right? Who should I contact?" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"You were born in the United States?" Michael seemed to have heard something absurd, then he smiled and shrugged:
"Well, you can be!"

Then Michael suddenly thought of something, his face changed, and he lowered his voice and said, "Could it be you who did that?"

"What does it have to do with me? Michael, who do you think I am?" Chen Zhengwei looked surprised.

Michael looked at Chen Zhengwei carefully for a while, and felt more and more that it was Chen Zhengwei who did it. After all, he knew how courageous Chen Zhengwei was.

Even the sheriff dared to kill him.

He even suspected that it was Chen Zhengwei who did it.

"Let me ask around for you!" Michael said after thinking for a while.

"I need something stronger. Money is not a problem. After all, there are many people born in the United States in Chinatown. Because the fire burned their identity records, it will be troublesome to handle them later. There are probably more than 40,000 people!"

"Fuck!" Michael couldn't help but swear when he heard the last sentence.

He was now certain that the fire was set by the man in front of him.

Not only did he have to change his own identity, he also had to change the identity of all Chinese people in Chinatown.

"Someone who can handle this kind of thing can't be easily moved by a sum of money!" Michael said quickly.

Chen Zhengwei placed a few US dollar bills on the table and then placed a bullet next to it.

Naked attitude is no longer concealed.

"If you don't like money, then you like bullets? If this one doesn't work, try the next one... Someone will always make a wise choice." Chen Zhengwei leaned forward and stared at Michael.

He didn't intend to hide it from Michael. After all, putting a little pressure on him would help him do things well and choose the right target.

"So Michael, I need you to help me find out who the right person is!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)