The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 157 That Bastard Deserves to Die

Chen Zhengwei thought Michael would come to see him in the afternoon, but unexpectedly, he didn't come until the evening.

This made Chen Zhengwei quite pleased. Michael had grown up and begun to mature.

Able to solve problems on your own.

Instead of always complaining about trivial matters like a nagging woman.

In fact, Michael was chattering at home at this time.

When he received the news and rushed to Beitan at noon, he looked at the scene and asked witnesses, and he knew that it was Chen Zhengwei who did it.

Since Chen Zhengwei came to San Francisco, the security situation in San Francisco has deteriorated sharply.

In particular, the number of people who died from revenge killings and shootings has increased significantly.

Michael estimates that the public security in San Francisco will become more chaotic in the coming period of time.

Especially North Beach, and other areas around Chinatown.

"Brother Wei, I found out that a lot of opium has been flowing out of the hands of the Jews recently. Their boss is called Jamie Mays." Rong Jiacai came to Chen Zhengwei and said.

"Jews..." Chen Zhengwei nodded.

He knew that the director of investigation would definitely get rid of the opium through other people, and what the Jews said was understandable.

The Jews are not as stupid as the Italians.

And although the Jewish power is not strong... there are only a little over 10,000 Jews in the entire San Francisco, distributed in two communities.

Moreover, Jews, like the Chinese, were restricted in where they could live.

But the situation of the Jews is much better than that of the Chinese... Well, in fact, even the blacks in San Francisco are in a much better situation than the Chinese.

Moreover, the Jews have deep ties with the upper class in San Francisco and are much smarter than the Italians.

"Don't pay attention to it!" Chen Zhengwei said casually. For the time being, he had no conflict with the Jews.

"Have all those tenants moved out?"

"There's still one missing, the one that sells mining crushing equipment..."

"Xiucai, take some people to find him tomorrow. If he refuses to move, then there's no need to move!" Chen Zhengwei snapped his fingers, took out his pocket watch to check the time, then stood up and took Wanyun away.

……

At the same time, Schultz rushed into a room with his men, holding a gun in one hand. As soon as the two big men stood up, they were pressed into chairs.

"Magnus is dead. Follow me or die here!" Schultz's left hand's fingers were still fixed with a wooden board and bandaged, but his tone was fierce.

"Did you collude with the Chinese to kill Magnus?" One of the big men looked at Schultz coldly.

"That's right!" Schultz shrugged.

"Traitor! You have brought shame to the German people!" The big man spat at Schultz.

Schultz looked down at the phlegm stuck on his pants, a look of regret on his face, and said, "Kill them!"

Several men immediately thrust daggers into the necks of the two big men.

"If they don't agree, others will!" Schultz shrugged. "Let's go!"

From this afternoon till now, he has been in action, even without any concealment.

In the past, he would still be concerned about the Investigation Bureau, but after seeing Chen Zhengwei blatantly distorting the truth this afternoon, Schultz felt as if he had learned something and he became bolder.

Schultz then led his men to find Mags' other men.

"Follow me or die now!" Schultz's two men pressed one man's head on the table. Schultz put the muzzle of the gun against the man's temple and slowly pressed down the hammer.

"I promise, I promise to do something for you!" The other person's eyes were filled with panic. "Move the gun away!"

He was really afraid that Schultz's gun would suddenly go off.

"Very good!" Schultz signaled his men to let the other party go, then adjusted the wheel and pushed the hammer back to its original position.

As some of Magnus' important men were shot dead on the streets at noon, the remaining people began to be subdued by Schultz, and soon Schultz had gathered most of Magnus' men.

Even many of Martin's men who had just defected to Magnus were won over by him.

He also had more than a hundred people under his command.

...The next morning, Rong Jiacai brought his people to the four-story building on Montgomery Street. All the other shops on the first floor had moved out within just a few days, including the restaurant.

And the tenants upstairs also left.

The only one who refused to leave was the shop owner who sold mining crushing equipment, a hot-tempered foreigner named John.

"John!" Rong Jiacai took off his hat and walked into the store. John picked up a shotgun from under the table and pointed it at Rong Jiacai.

"How many times do I have to tell you this? I've been here longer than you have, and I won't leave here even if I die! Get the hell out of my shop, you bastards!"

Rong Jiacai could understand most of what the other party said, and he stepped back helplessly.

"Okay! This is your choice!" Then he walked to the side with his men, gave the others a look, and everyone took out guns from their waists, and then walked to the door of the store again.

At this time, John was holding a shotgun and wanted to go out to see whether those damn Chinese had left.

However, when he saw those Chinese, he also saw the guns in their hands.

Following a burst of gunfire, John fired his only bullet, but it missed the target a little.

After a moment, Rong Jiacai walked up to John and looked down at him with a somewhat indifferent expression: "You said you would not leave even if you die, so you can only die!"

John lay on the ground, his eyes lifeless, blood flowing along the ground beneath his body.

"Go to the square and find some brass buttons to clean it up!"

"Let's leave here first!" Rong Jiacai said to others.

While walking back, Rong Jiacai thought about what he would do if it were Chen Zhengwei.

"I guess he will sit in the store and wait for Copper Button to come, and then tell him that John committed suicide!" Rong Jiacai smiled, so he could not learn Chen Zhengwei's style.

……

After getting up, Chen Zhengwei yawned and left Wanyun's residence, taking Li Xiwen to find a place to have morning tea.

"Brother Wei!" Rong Jiacai knew that Chen Zhengwei had gotten up, so he brought his men over.

"Brother Wei, you don't look very well. It's better for you to be more restrained!" Rong Jiacai said after looking at Chen Zhengwei's complexion.

"Damn, when did you change your career to become a doctor?" Chen Zhengwei cursed angrily. He thought Rong Jiacai was blind. Then he said angrily:
"Last time I beat four by myself, I can handle any more!"

But hasn't Wanyun been learning calligraphy recently? What the hell has he been learning? It's like a vacuum cleaner that has become a spirit!
"Senior brother, I just heard you cursing in the toilet. Are you feeling unwell?" Li Xiwen asked with concern.

Even if Rong Jiacai didn't say anything, he actually wanted to ask.

"Damn, no one would think you're dumb if you don't speak!" Chen Zhengwei glared at Li Xiwen.

Turning his head to see Rong Jiacai still standing there, Chen Zhengwei knocked on the table.

"Sit down. Do you want me to treat you?"

"Brother Wei, the problem on Montgomery Street has been solved! I asked Copper Buttons to clean it up." Rong Jiacai said after he sat down and took the dishes and chopsticks from the side.

"Let's go take a look in the afternoon!" Chen Zhengwei immediately became excited. The decoration would take some time.

Chen Zhengwei plans to open the club within three months.

The first floor is a bar, the second floor is a brothel, and the third and fourth floors are casino clubs.

He wanted to turn this club into a money-spending den in San Francisco.

You should know that Montgomery Street is located in the center of San Francisco. It is surrounded by not only San Francisco’s government agencies, such as the Judiciary, but also San Francisco’s financial center.

To the west is Chinatown, to the north is North Beach and Fisherman's Wharf, to the northeast and east is San Francisco's financial district and Ocean Terminal, and to the south is South of Market Street.

After dinner, Chen Zhengwei took his people to the small building on Montgomery Street.

John's body had been carried away, and Alan, wearing two copper buttons, was smoking in front of the door of the mining crushing equipment store.

"Mr. Chen!"

"You have to move these things away!" Chen Zhengwei pointed to the equipment in the store.

"I've already bought this building, and I don't want these things to affect my business!"

Someone died before the business opened. How damn unlucky! That bastard deserved to be kicked out!

(End of this chapter)