The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 149 Chinatown Mayor

"The Germans were killed by the Chinese?" Vito Ferro looked at his deputy Duccio in surprise.

"Yes, it is said that those Germans ran to Chinatown, and many of them were killed, and then the FBI arrested some more people." Duccio shrugged.

"Do you know what I thought of when I heard this?" Vito asked first, and then, without waiting for Duccio to answer, he continued: "The rabbit bit the hound!"

"What a vivid metaphor!" Du Qiao nodded.

"I remember there was some chaos in Chinatown before. It seems to have calmed down now?" Vito asked again.

"Yes, the original Hong Shun Tang is gone, and now a new force has replaced them." Du Qiao nodded. Although other ethnic groups didn't know much about Chinatown, it was mainly due to language differences. Those Chinese didn't even speak English, so it was difficult to ask.

However, they still knew something about Hong Shun Tang, which controlled the opium channels in San Francisco.

In addition, there are many white residential areas outside Chinatown, so some news always leaks out.

"But what I want to say is that Martin Behrens is dead, and his power has collapsed. Now many people are eyeing his territory, including the Germans, Fabio, Jacopo and others..."

The Italian Mafia is centered around families, and Fabio and Jacopo are both heads of small families who are dependent on Vito, with Fabio being a senior member of Vito's family.

Vito's family has a strict structure and hierarchy, with Vito being the eldest, followed by his deputy Duccio, the second most important person in the family.

Below them are advisers and senior members, who are responsible for operating specific areas such as gambling, loan sharking and extortion.

Fabio, on the other hand, was another type. As the head of a small family dependent on Vito, he gained Vito's recognition and support and became a senior member of the family.

Below them are the ordinary members, who are the executors of orders.

And below that there are auxiliary staff and peripheral members.

The core members of the Vito family consist of only more than one hundred people, but the small families and peripheral members dependent on him number six to seven hundred.

"Duccio, what's important is not the territory, but the profit! A larger territory will disperse our strength!" Vito said, then stood up, took his coat from the hanger and put it on, then picked up his hat.

"I'm going to discuss a business deal with Jamie Mays (a Jew). He has a batch of opium. Because the amount of opium in Chinatown has decreased a lot, the price of this stuff has risen very quickly."

"Everyone from Hong Shun Tang was arrested by the Investigation Bureau before. The opium in his hand must have been obtained by the Investigation Bureau from Hong Shun Tang." Du Qiao said immediately.

"It's not important. What's important is that this thing can make money!"

This is an Italian restaurant on Union Street. It is Vito's business and also a place where Vito often appears.

He loves hearing compliments about the restaurant's dishes.

At this time, on the second floor opposite the restaurant, Vincent was using his fingers to open the curtains a little, his eyes fixed on the door of the restaurant.

Outside the restaurant door, several men in gentleman's suits and top hats were standing there, constantly looking around, appearing very alert.

When the restaurant door was pushed open from the inside, a short, round-faced, slightly fat man wearing a top hat walked out. Vincent recognized him as his target at a glance, Vito, the most powerful Italian mafia boss in North Beach.

The next second, Vincent picked up the Winchester M1873 rifle by the window and aimed it at Vito.

At a distance of more than ten meters, a rifle is much more accurate than a pistol.

However, the shop sign next to his window half blocked Vito's figure. Vincent hesitated for a moment and only put the gun aside after watching Vito get on the carriage.

Then sit in a chair and continue waiting.

There is only one chance to kill Vito, and he has to wait for a better opportunity.

……

"How about this?" Chen Zhengwei and Lin Changning were in the tailor shop at this time, holding a piece of red wool fabric in his hand.

The weather was cold, so he got up and took Lin Changning, Chen Qiaoniang and Chen Zhengwu to the tailor shop to make clothes.

"Too bright!" Lin Changning sat aside and said frankly, she liked plain colors, while Chen Zhengwei liked bright colors. "This is fashion! There is no aesthetic sense at all!" Chen Zhengwei sneered and put the material aside.

There were blue stripes, black and white stripes, black and white checkered ones, and dark orange, purple, and wine red patterns...

"I want all of these. Make a set of each and see how they go! Make them according to the style I gave you. Don't make any mistakes!"

"Don't worry, Master Wei, it can't be wrong!" the tailor said hurriedly. Even if he made mistakes with others, he would not dare to make a mistake with Chen Zhengwei's.

There were also some materials next to them, which belonged to Lin Changning and the other two. Lin Changning's materials were all blue, white, and moon white, and were used to make more than a dozen cheongsams and jackets and trousers.

Chen Qiaoniang and Chen Zhengwu also made several sets of clothes each. In the past, they couldn't even wear new clothes during the Chinese New Year. Even though their family conditions are better now, they are still quite excited about making new clothes.

"Get some fur materials and come back in a few days to make a few coats!" Chen Zhengwei gave another order before leaving with a few people.

Lin Changning took Chen Qiaoniang and Chen Zhengwu home. When Chen Zhengwei returned to the casino and saw Wanyun still wearing a thin cheongsam, he took her to another tailor shop to make a few sets of thick clothes and also ordered two coats for her.

Wan Yun smiled sweetly all the way, holding Chen Zhengwei's arm and walking briskly.

It was already evening when we returned to the casino.

"Brother Wei! Sister Wanyun!" When Chen Zhenghu saw Chen Zhengwei coming back, he quickly stood up, picked up the two bags at hand, followed Chen Zhengwei to the office, then opened the bags and poured them onto the coffee table.

There were piles of one, five, ten, and twenty dollar bills, and quite a few coins.

"Brother Wei, these are for this week, a total of two thousand two hundred and sixty-three yuan!" This is the fee he collected today.

Wanyun sat aside and put the money away according to face value.

"Starting tomorrow, have the cleaners clean up the territories of other gangs as well, and then start collecting cleaning fees."

"They have enjoyed it for so long, it's time to pay. This Chinatown is not mine alone. From now on, all shops, factories, and houses will pay according to their size. 20 cents per household for a residential house, 1 dollar for an ordinary shop, 20 dollars for a factory, and double the amount for a larger one!"

"Brother Wei, is this money paid on a weekly or monthly basis?" Chen Zhenghu asked.

"Monthly!" Chen Zhengwei thought for a while and said, this amount of money is actually not much, he has no intention of making money from it, and he doesn't think highly of this.

The entire Chinatown can only collect two to three thousand dollars a month.

There are four cleaners in one block, plus logistics, a total of more than 80 people, including those in charge of management. The monthly salary is 1,800 yuan, and the tool wear and tear is more than 100 yuan every month.

There are only a few hundred dollars left a month, but it is enough to support this sanitation management company.

"We can also order some metal trash cans and put them on the streets. There should be one at every street corner, so that they can throw their trash into the trash cans."

"If anyone litters again, we'll beat them up if we see them! After a few more beatings, no one will dare to litter anymore."

"Brother Wei, you have become the mayor of Chinatown!" Chen Zhenghu couldn't help but say.

"We still have to open the school, maintain sanitation, and negotiate their wages... Today I heard that there was another fight in the square..."

Although the Chinese workers in the square now find jobs through labor service companies and the price-cutting situation has improved a lot, they still often clash with the Irish.

Those fellow disciples from the Lin Family Martial Arts School were arranged by Chen Zhengwei to work in a labor service company. With Rong Jiacai also nearby, he could call dozens or even hundreds of people with just a whistle.

Those Irish people have suffered a lot recently.

"It's because you are useless. You have been here for so many years, but you can't do anything well. Even I can't stand it!" Chen Zhengwei said angrily.

If those people had done more before, he could have avoided a lot of trouble.

As a result, there are tens of thousands of people here, including more than a dozen guilds of varying sizes, but there is no one to take the lead, so he has to arrange everything now.

"Besides, what's the point of being the mayor of Chinatown? At least be the mayor of San Francisco!"

(End of this chapter)