The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 143 Reflecting on Being Too Merciful

Chen Zhengwei asked someone to send Anna home. As soon as he returned to the casino, Rong Jiacai told him a piece of news.

"Brother Wei, that George Walsh refuses to meet with you!"

"Who is that?" Chen Zhengwei looked surprised.

"The owner of the four-story building on Montgomery Street... Brother Wei, you asked me to contact him before."

After hearing Rong Jiacai say this, Chen Zhengwei finally remembered that there were so many things going on these days that he almost forgot about this person.

"Refuse to meet me? It seems like he doesn't like me very much?" Chen Zhengwei sneered. "Send someone to find out where he is! Tell me when you find him!"

Chen Zhengwei was going to tell George Walsh in person that no one could refuse him.

"Go find Da Poland!" Chen Zhengwei ordered. After going upstairs, Wanyun was not in his office, but was learning calligraphy in a private room next door.

The person who taught her to write was none other than the brothel's madam, Hong Ma.

After all, now in Chinatown, all of them have to rely on Chen Zhengwei. Now Wanyun is kept by Chen Zhengwei's side, so she has put a lot of thought into it. Knowing that Wanyun wants to learn calligraphy, she comes to teach her in person.

By the way, I will also teach you some ways to please others.

When Wan Yun learned that Chen Zhengwei had arrived, she served him tea and fruit, then went to a room on the side to learn calligraphy. Chen Zhengwei was left alone, which was a bit boring.

Then he picked up a copy of "Sanyan Erpai" from the bookshelf, glanced at it and put it back.

After waiting for more than an hour, the tall and fat man, dressed in a gentleman's suit, finally arrived at Chen Zhengwei's office.

"Mr. Chen! I haven't had time to congratulate you!" Greater Poland saw the badge on Chen Zhengwei's chest at a glance. The news had spread all over Chinatown in the past two days, and he also got the news.

Chen Zhengwei not only has a very good relationship with the Investigation Bureau now, but he has also become a police officer of the Investigation Bureau. This gives Greater Poland more confidence in Chen Zhengwei.

Maybe this really is his chance.

"Sit down! If you want some water, just do it yourself. How's the investigation going for you?" Chen Zhengwei asked while crossing his legs. Wanyun was not here, so he naturally wouldn't pour water for anyone.

"I have checked the territories of those gangs, as well as the general relationships between them. As for other things, it will take some time." Dapolan took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his head. He sweated a lot on the way here.

In fact, he already knew something about the gangs. After all, he also had business there, otherwise it would be difficult to find out everything in a short time.

"That's enough. Come with me to North Beach later!" said Chen Zhengwei.

"Xiwen, ask them to prepare three carriages!" Chen Zhengwei turned and said to Li Xiwen.

"Have you checked the situation reported by Costa San Francisco?"

"I found out. Their boss is Frank Nash, who is also the editor-in-chief. The reporter who wrote that article is Mike Thomas, a British guy!"

"Kill that reporter, and remember to say hello to him for me! He needs to know what mistake he has made!" Chen Zhengwei's slow and measured voice determined the fate of this reporter.

North Beach is located north of Chinatown, next to Fisherman's Wharf.

Duban Street in the center of Chinatown not only runs through Chinatown from south to north, but also extends into North Beach.

More than half an hour later, three carriages arrived at Beitan along Duban Street. Chen Zhengwei looked at the streets outside with interest.

Although it is close to Chinatown, the style here is completely different from Chinatown.

The streets were filled with workers wearing coarse clothes and looking dirty, and there were also many children running on the streets.

In this barbaric era, life was not easy for both the Chinese and the new immigrants from Italy and Germany, who could only barely survive.

Casinos, bars and brothels can be seen everywhere on the streets, and some prostitutes wearing coarse clothes come out to solicit customers at this time.

Chen Zhengwei noticed that at the entrance of some alleys there were groups of big men wearing bowler hats or newsboy caps. Some were playing cards, some were playing dice, and some were constantly looking at everything on the street.

"These are Vito's men, Vito Ferro. He is ruthless and everyone else is afraid of him. It is said that he has a silence order!" Dapolon introduced opposite Chen Zhengwei.

"What is that?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows with interest.

"All members must observe absolute silence and confidentiality, and not cooperate with any judicial department. Violators will be killed." "They have a saying: Pumpkin pumpkin, whoever dares to speak will die in the underground."

Chen Zhengwei sneered when he heard this, so they were a shameful gang.

Not cooperating with any judicial department? Completely cutting themselves off from the rights department and mainstream society in the United States!
In fact, most gangs have similar rules, just like the Hongmen. Hongshun Tang and Sanhe Tang are both branches of the Hongmen.

However, Chen Zhengwei completely disdained such restrictive rules.

If you can get into the judicial department, you will be the biggest.

But they are quite suitable for killing Charles.

"This is the Germans' territory..." After turning a street, Greater Poland continued to introduce.

On the street next to him, a big man in a crude suit saw Chen Zhengwei in the car through the window, and immediately took out a gun and walked over with a few people, pointing at the driver: "Stop the car!"

"I think I saw a Chinese guy in the car?" The big man opened the car door and said to Chen Zhengwei jokingly:
"Chinaman, you should pay a toll!"

"Don't come and cause trouble!" Greater Poland said angrily.

"It's none of your business. I'm looking for this Chinese guy!" The big German man sneered after taking a look at Greater Poland.

In his impression, these Chinese guys are timid and can be easily extorted.

Chen Zhengwei flashed the badge on his chest and said playfully, "Are you sure you want to blackmail a sheriff?"

"Sheriff? This is North Beach!" the big man cursed with some disdain, but he was not prepared to cause any more trouble, so he prepared to leave.

"I haven't told you to leave yet!"

"What? Are you still going to arrest me?" The big man turned around and looked at Chen Zhengwei with a sneer, but he saw that Chen Zhengwei had a gun pointed at him.

There was a hint of ferocity in Chen Zhengwei's eyes.

"You can come and go as you please? Do you think I'm the city gate?"

boom!
There was a bullet hole on the big man's head, and Dapolan, who was sitting opposite Chen Zhengwei, was shocked.

Chen Zhengwei obviously has many ways to solve this problem. He is now a sheriff and does not need to use this method at all.

As the gunshots were heard, the doors of the front and rear carriages were pushed open, and several thugs jumped down with guns and opened fire at the other Germans. In just a moment, several Germans were lying on the ground.

However, the gunshot also alarmed other people in the distance.

"I like to do things my own way!" As if seeing what Dapolan was thinking, Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows. Although there was a smile on his face, Dapolan felt a surge of pressure.

Even though his identity has changed, he still likes to do things according to his own set of rules.

Also, why do so many people dare to cause trouble for him?
Because no one is afraid of Chinese people in San Francisco.

How can you do business if no one is afraid of you?

I can't even eat shit!

Any rich businessman would dare to refuse to meet with him, reporters from newspapers would dare to write bad things about him, and even the Germans would dare to stop his car.

Chen Zhengwei was reflecting on whether he was too soft-hearted.

Then several carriages rushed down the street and left the street before the Germans could react.

A moment later, a group of Germans gathered around the bodies, all with gloomy faces. One of the men with blond hair looked around coldly: "Who can tell me what the hell happened here?"

　I spent a long time revising the previous chapter, and finally deleted some content before releasing it.

　　This resulted in a late update of this chapter.

　　This is really not my fault!!!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)