The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 135 Forty Thousand Votes
Chen Zhengwei pushed open the church door and saw Pastor Hobart preaching on the stage.

The benches in the church were filled with devout believers, except for a few people in the last two rows who turned their heads when they heard the voice. Some were surprised that a young Chinese man came in, and then continued to look forward.

Chen Zhengwei glanced around and saw that there was not even a single empty seat, and there were still a few people standing against the wall.

I took out my pocket watch and looked at it. The service started at half past nine and would last about an hour. It was already ten past ten.

Chen Zhengwei exchanged a glance with Pastor Hobart in front of him, then went outside to lean against the wall to smoke. He waited until the church door opened again and some believers began to leave before he went in.

Judge Henry Billings Brown was a mature and vigorous man in his forties, with a beautiful mustache that he trimmed carefully every day.

After the Sunday service, he was about to leave when Pastor Hobart spoke to the believers who were surrounding him and said, "Mr. Henry Brown! Could you please wait a moment?"

"Of course, Reverend Hobart!" Henry Brown smiled, looking very gentlemanly.

Pastor Hobart smiled at him, continued talking to several believers around him, and put a twenty-dollar bill into a folder.

This was a donation given to him by a believer in gratitude for his preaching.

More money was put directly into the donation box on the side.

After everyone else left, Hobart walked up to Brown and said, "Mr. Brown, there is a generous believer who wants to talk to you. Would you like to talk to him?"

"Oh? I wonder who it is?"

"He's waiting for your approval in the chair in the last row!" Hobart reminded.

Henry Brown turned his head and took a look. With the help of the mottled light coming in through the window, he could see clearly that there were two Chinese youths sitting in the last row.

"It's actually a Chinese, which is rare." Brown smiled and said, "You can ask him to come over!"

As a devout believer, I still have to give face to the pastor.

This is also the importance of an introducer. A reliable introducer means that the other party is qualified to have an equal dialogue with him.

Instead of just anyone coming up to you and saying they want to have a conversation with you.

Pastor Hobart then walked to the last row and signaled Chen Zhengwei: "You can go through!"

Then he left the church so the two could talk in private.

Chen Zhengwei picked up his suitcase, walked over to sit next to Judge Brown, and then extended his hand: "Hello, Judge Brown!"

"Strange Chinese man, what do you want to talk to me about?" Henry Brown raised his hand with some reserve and shook hands gently with Chen Zhengwei.

At the same time, he was looking at the young man in front of him who was full of ambition.

He looks very young, without even a beard, and seems immature, but he is tall and full of strength and energy.

"The new election is just a few months away, and I would like to discuss the issue of at least 40,000 votes with Judge Brown!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"Are you referring to the Chinese?" Judge Brown thought to himself and knew what Chen Zhengwei was referring to.

Then he lost much interest and said calmly.

"Young man, you got two things wrong. First, they are not Americans. Second, even if they become Americans, they do not have the right to vote! According to California's election regulations, at least one must be literate and have sufficient tax records to be eligible to vote."

"Judge Brown, you have some misunderstandings about the situation in Chinatown. There are tens of thousands of native Americans there, and some Chinese workers who came to the United States to mine and build railways more than ten or twenty years ago. They became Americans a long time ago. It's just that because of a fire, all their identity documents have disappeared, and they need to re-apply for them."

Judge Brown understood what the other party was thinking and immediately showed an amused expression.

These days, there are many new immigrants who want to take advantage of the fire in the archives to fish in troubled waters.

But tens of thousands of Chinese Americans...the other side seems a little too fanciful.

The most important thing is the second point he mentioned before, that even if these people obtain American citizenship, they do not have the right to vote.

"Literacy and proof of tax payment are not a problem, and I'm talking about a minimum of 40,000 votes, depending on how many you're short of!"

“Italians, Germans, Eastern Europeans, even the Irish… I can get them to vote for your candidate!”

Chen Zhengwei's voice was full of confidence and determination, and others who heard his voice couldn't help but believe that he could do it.

Hearing this, Judge Brown was a little surprised and turned to look at the young man next to him again.

"Or some candidates will suddenly have some scandals? Or some people will withdraw voluntarily? It depends on how you want to win!" Chen Zhengwei shrugged again with a smiling expression on his face. There are many ways.

Even kidnapping other candidates is possible.

In this barbaric age, nothing is impossible.

This time, Brown began to seriously examine and consider the proposal of the young man in front of him.

If the other party can really do it, if he can bring back 40,000 votes, everyone within the Republican Party will pay attention to his opinion.

He may even become one of the most important people in the San Francisco party.

The only question is how can the other party convince himself that he can do what he says.

It would be fine if the other person was a white person, but he was Chinese.

"This is a little gift I brought for Mr. Brown! I think Mr. Brown will like it!" Chen Zhengwei put the box on his knees, then opened it, revealing stacks of US dollars inside.

Twenty thousand US dollars, this is a lot of money, even Brown's attention was attracted.

Brown thought for a moment and said, "I need to think about it seriously!"

"I hope Mr. Brown won't think about it too long!"

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zhengwei Chen, and they all call me Mr. Chen!" Chen Zhengwei closed the box, put it at Brown's feet, and stood up to leave.

He knew Brown needed time to investigate himself.

It is impossible for him to believe just anyone telling him there are 40,000 votes.

So I need to go back and do something.

"Mr. Chen, maybe you should take the money away!" Brown kicked the box at his feet and reminded him.

"I will never take back the money I give away. And no one will cheat me of my money!" Chen Zhengwei took off his glasses and grinned at Brown.

Brown immediately felt that this young man who was full of confidence and power seemed to have turned into a wild beast, making him feel some pressure.

This made him feel a little unbelievable.

……

When Chen Zhengwei walked out of the church, he saw Pastor Hobart talking to someone not far away.

Pastor Hobart said a few words to the other party, and then came to Chen Zhengwei: "It seems that you two had a good conversation!"

"Of course, I'm good at persuading people!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"Reverend Hobart, let's put my baptism in two weeks! I will invite some friends by then, and I also hope you can invite some influential church members in the community to bless me!"

"As you wish!" Reverend Hobart smiled.

Then Chen Zhengwei left in the sunshine.

"Senior brother, what's going on?" Li Xiwen said as he quickly followed Chen Zhengwei.

He knew what Chen Zhengwei was here to do. He couldn't even think about the American identities of the more than 40,000 Chinese in Chinatown.

Even in Chinatown, no one except Chen Zhengwei dared to think of such a thing.

"Most of it is done!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

Since the other party didn't directly refuse, there was no problem. Next, he wanted to show his strength and should go back and think about which direction to attack.

Of course, he has something more important on his mind right now: where to get a pair of sunglasses.

The California sun is so damn dazzling.

Especially outside of Chinatown.

(End of this chapter)