The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 163 Soon this person will no longer exist in the world (two in one)

Eric was taken to Chinatown and looked around.

Although San Francisco has only eleven districts, and Chinatown is one of them, this is his first time here.

There were no heavy smokers with lifeless eyes and haggard bodies huddled at the entrance of the alley. The streets were relatively clean, at least cleaner than most communities in San Francisco, and there was no unpleasant smell in the air.

You have to know that in the past, whether in newspapers or casual conversations, Chinatown was always described as dirty, smelly, and full of heavy smokers.

This was different from what he had known before.

What has not changed is the Chinese people with pigtail braids that can be seen everywhere.

Eric glanced at the back of the heads of the people around him and found that they didn't have braids.

Moreover, you can see many young men wearing gentlemen's suits on the street, and they don't have braids.

And the further you go into Chinatown, the more young people like this there are; they can be seen everywhere on the streets.

Moments later, Eric was taken to the casino.

"Brother Xiucai, what newspaper is this reporter from... He was just asking around on Green Street and was brought back by us!"

"Which newspaper are you a reporter from?" Rong Jiacai looked at Eric.

"San Francisco Chronicle! I'm a reporter from the San Francisco Chronicle. What do you want to do by bringing me here?" Eric asked, feeling a little nervous.

"What a coincidence!" Rong Jiacai raised his eyebrows and took out a pocket watch from his pocket.

"Brother Wei should be awake, go to Ronghua Building and check."

The best Cantonese restaurants in Chinatown are Hui Xian Lou and Ding Shi Lou, while the best for morning tea is Rong Hua Lou.

Recently, Chen Zhengwei has been having morning tea at Ronghualou.

As expected, Chen Zhengwei was having breakfast at Ronghua Building.

Lin Changning beside him had a sullen face because he had not beaten Chen Zhengwei and had been taken advantage of.

Li Xiwen, Qiao Niang and Chen Zhengwu were also there.

"You are from the Rong family, right? Have you eaten? Sit down and eat together!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile when he saw the thug who came to report the news.

"Thank you, Brother Wei!" The other party immediately showed his joy. After having dinner with Brother Wei, he could brag about it for half a month when he returned.

"What's the matter with that reporter?" Chen Zhengwei asked while eating.

The henchman recounted what happened: "Brother Xiucai told us to keep an eye out for some reporters before. We just happened to see him asking around, so we brought him back!"

"Not bad!" Chen Zhengwei nodded and praised.

After dinner, Chen Zhengwei took out his glasses and put them on. He turned around and asked Lin Changning, "Do they look good?"

"Fortunately..." Lin Changning said insincerely.

This pair of glasses blocked most of Chen Zhengwei's fierceness, especially his sharp eyes.

"I'm going to meet that reporter!" Chen Zhengwei put his hand on Lin Changning's waist, and the heat from his palm was transmitted to Lin Changning's body through his clothes.

Lin Changning twisted his body uncomfortably, but couldn't break free, so he just let him do it.

Fortunately, Chen Zhengwei left quickly.

When I returned to the casino, I saw the reporter being taken aside.

"Let him come over!" Chen Zhengwei ordered, and then went straight to the second floor. Wanyun was not there, so he must have gone to the tailor shop.

"Sit down! Don't be so nervous, I'm not a cannibal! They all say that I'm easy to deal with." Chen Zhengwei smiled, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and threw another one to Eric.

"Sir, what do you want from me?" Eric asked stiffly. The other person was unexpectedly young, but not immature.

Just sitting there made him nervous.

"It's just a small matter. I asked you to write something and send it to the newspaper." Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"Chinese people made great contributions to the construction of San Francisco and the United States. Under every railroad tie of the Pacific Railway are Chinese people's bones. I don't know how many people are buried here. Their families have not even received the most basic compensation."

"And the remaining Chinese living here are hated and slandered by many people. You should know what those people say. Dirty, ignorant, and eat rats..."

Chen Zhengwei paused when he said this.

"What I value most is fairness, but this is obviously not fair."

“Chinese people should not be treated like this!”

"Misunderstanding and demonization come from the unknown. I hope you can write some reports to let them know what the Chinese have done and what Chinatown is like."

"I want to write a series to let people understand Chinatown and Chinese people from all angles. We have thousands of years of history and civilization. We are not as ignorant as many people imagine. The mark of history has been engraved in our blood. I believe there are many things to write about!"

After Chen Zhengwei finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows. He was very satisfied with what he said.

My recent studies have not been in vain.

After listening to what Chen Zhengwei said, Eric breathed a sigh of relief.

Obviously, he was safe.

"I can help you write some reports, but they may not be published!" Eric gave a warning in advance.

"It will definitely be published!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand casually, his voice full of determination and confidence.

Then he pulled a wad of money out of his pocket, took out five twenty-dollar bills and placed them in front of Eric.

"This is a personal gift from me, you can also regard it as my friendship!"

Although the other party agreed to write it, the quality of the writing depends on how much effort he puts into it.

Chen Zhengwei doesn't mind spending a little money to make the other party more attentive.

Of course, if Chen Zhengwei is not satisfied with what the other party does, Chen Zhengwei will let him know that his money is not so easy to get.

Eric later recalled the first time he met Chen Zhengwei. He was a very gentle young man, a dignified and friendly Chinese leader, and he did his best to help Chinese people integrate into the United States.

……

"Brother Wei, I found out about the editing situation of the San Francisco Chronicle. There are two editors in total." Rong Jiacai said to Chen Zhengwei not long after Eric left.

This is not difficult information to find out, it can be easily found.

This reporter was simply picked up on the road.

"Go meet them!" Chen Zhengwei said after thinking for a moment.

……

On Haight Street in the west of San Francisco, several horse-drawn carriages arrived at a residential area.

"Mr. Chen, the other party lives here... He went home forty minutes ago." Two Poles wearing coats and bowler hats came to the side of the car and pointed to a house.

"Well done, I'm very satisfied." Chen Zhengwei nodded to the two of them. He was always generous in praising ordinary thugs.

"Go knock on the door!" Chen Zhengwei said as he got off the carriage.

George's family was sitting around the dining table, each with a few pieces of roast chicken, a spoonful of potato soup, bread and cheese on their plates.

While the family was saying their prayers before dinner, there was a knock on the door.

George went forward and opened the door, only to see a Pole standing outside.

"Good evening, sir."

"Who are you?" George was a little surprised.

At this time, the Pole stepped aside, revealing Chen Zhengwei and seven or eight of his men behind him.

Chen Zhengwei smiled at him and walked into the room. He looked around and saw three adults in total, including George and his wife, and a young man in his early twenties.

In addition, there are four children, a very ordinary middle-class family.

"It looks lively!" Chen Zhengwei walked over and pulled George's chair over and sat down. He picked up a knife and stabbed a piece of roast chicken, tasted it, and then lost interest.

Others followed in and immediately filled up the small space.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?" George had a hint of anger on his face, but he didn't dare to show it.

These people all have a tough and fierce temperament.

"I came to talk to you about something. Don't worry, it will be over soon, and I don't plan to spend too much time here."

"That's right. There will be some reports about Chinese people next, and I hope they can appear in the San Francisco Chronicle." Chen Zhengwei smiled at George.

“It’s easy, isn’t it?”

"I want to see if the report meets the needs of our newspaper! If there is no problem, I won't refuse!" George said in a slow tone.

"I think you've made a mistake. You can't refuse!" Chen Zhengwei said playfully. "Those reports must be published in your newspaper, and in the first two pages!"

"There is another editor in the newspaper, and I can't make full decision," said George.

"Don't worry, he will agree." Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"I hope I didn't disturb your dinner. You can continue." After Chen Zhengwei finished speaking, he stood up and walked out.

After a while, George's house was empty.

Chen Zhengwei then went to meet another editor named Joseph.

After a cordial and friendly exchange with the other party, he very reasonably agreed.

This is not a difficult task.

……

The next morning, not long after George arrived at the newspaper office, the editor-in-chief Charles de Young came by.

George hesitated for a moment and did not tell the president what happened last night. After all, those people looked difficult to deal with.

He didn't want to get himself into any trouble.

Although professional ethics is important, life is more important, especially since he has children at home.

But George saw Joseph enter the president's office.

"That's what they said?" Charles asked grimly.

"Yes, I must maintain my integrity and position! Moreover, these Chinese are so bold that they actually came to my house to threaten me..." Joseph was still angry when he talked about this.

Especially since the other party went straight to his house, and although he didn't say it explicitly, he was actually threatening him.

This filled him with anger. He would never let the other party get what he wanted and would make him pay the price.

"You did a good job. Leave this matter to me and just concentrate on your own work. Don't worry, they won't do anything to you." Charles de Young said to Joseph.

When Joseph left the office, Charles's face darkened.

He could not accept the fact that someone actually reached into his newspaper and wanted to influence the direction of his newspaper through threats.

Especially when the other party is Chinese.

"George..." Charles suspected that the other party had also looked for George, but George did not come to find him, which made him a little disappointed.

An hour later, he arrived at the Investigation Bureau by carriage.

"Is your director here?" Charles first introduced his identity and then asked.

"The director is not here. He may come tomorrow."

"And the Sheriff?"

A moment later, Charles sat in Michael's office.

"Last night, the editor of my newspaper was threatened by the Chinese. The other party wanted to influence my newspaper through dirty means." Charles said straight to the point.

When Michael heard this, he cursed "FUCK" in his heart.

It goes without saying that this is what Chen did.

He is the only Chinese who would do things this way.

"You must find these people, otherwise I will report this matter and the whole of San Francisco will know about the inefficiency of your investigation bureau."

"You should know the influence of our newspaper."

"Don't worry, we will resolve this matter." Michael was sweating and quickly comforted the other party, then asked someone to record the situation.

Charles left the bureau satisfied and went to the synagogue on Montgomery Street.

Although Charles was born in the United States, he has Jewish and Belgian ancestry, with more Jewish ancestry, so he is also familiar with some important Jewish figures.

"I want to see Jamie Mays!" Charles said to the two young men at the church door.

Moments later, he saw Jamie Mays in a restaurant not far away.

"Charles, why are you here?" Jamie Mays laughed when he saw Charles.

"I'm here to seek your help!" Charles said after sitting down.

"Oh? What happened?" Jamie Mays raised his eyebrows. He was very optimistic about Charles.

These people control newspapers and their voices, and can often play a big role.

"My people were threatened... Although I called the police, you know the capabilities of the San Francisco police." Charles shrugged, with an expression that said you know what's going on on his face.

Jamie Mays burst out laughing.

"So I need you to warn them!"

"Who is it?" Jamie Mays asked.

"Chinese!"

"Chinese?" Jamie Mays was a little surprised, and his mind was turning. He knew that there had been some changes in Chinatown recently.

Those Chinese who bought guns from me before... I wanted to get a piece of the opium market through them, but they were all arrested.

Although he now has a batch of opium in his hands, it will be gone after he sells it.

After personally experiencing the huge profits from opium, he was even less prepared to give it up.

He was ready to talk to the new leaders of Chinatown.

It’s just that I haven’t found the right opportunity yet. Unexpectedly, I heard news about the Chinese from Charles.

It seems that the Chinese are indeed different from before.

He actually wanted to reach out to the newspaper and influence public opinion.

"Yes, those Chinese!" Charles nodded.

"Okay, I'll talk to them!" Jamie Mays said after thinking for a while.

The two of them quickly reached a deal, and Jamie Mays didn't mention any compensation.

"I'm having a dinner party in a few days and have invited several congressmen. Would you like to attend?" Jamie Mays asked, changing the subject.

Charles hesitated, then nodded.

In fact, the San Francisco Chronicle does not have a clear political inclination, but since Jamie Mays helped me, I must return the favor.

……

"Chen, you're in trouble!" Michael hurriedly found Chen Zhengwei who was having morning tea.

"Would you like to try our Chinese morning tea?" Chen Zhengwei asked slowly.

"I'm not hungry!" Michael was not very interested in Chinese food, although it did look very exquisite.

However, the herbs he had seen before left a deep impression on him.

"You should calm down, Michael!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

After Michael sat down, he looked at the table full of morning tea and couldn't help but say, "You are so extravagant!"

"You can do it too!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile. Seeing Michael calm down, he asked, "What happened?"

"Just now someone from the San Francisco Chronicle came to the investigation bureau! You should feel lucky that the director was not here and I received him!" Michael has a big face that does not look good. If something happens to Chen Zhengwei, he will also be greatly affected.

Then he explained the situation again.

You have to find a way to deal with him.

"Don't worry, there's no trouble!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"Soon this person won't exist in the world anymore!"

Even if the other party really found the director, Chen Zhengwei didn't care.

At worst, we can just give him more money. If that doesn't work, we can just let the director commit suicide due to too much pressure.

Although there will be some troubles later, he believes he can handle it.

Not to mention that the other party came directly to Michael.

　There are two chapters today, one chapter is over 4000 words, and the other chapter is over 2000 words, still more than 7000 words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)