"Did you find out clearly?" Huang Baoru asked.
"I have inquired clearly. Last night, several Irish people were beaten to death in front of Patty's Bar. Nick Byrne was also dead. Even the Bureau of Investigation was alerted."
The person who was talking to Huang Baoru was Huang Jie, the man who sent Chen Zhengwei a gun and bullets that day.
"His hands and feet are quite fast!" Huang Baoru said after picking up the tea cup and taking a sip.
"Boss, that man is not a kind person. He got into some trouble back home and came here. He might get caught again one day and cause trouble for you, boss." Huang Jie rolled his eyes and said.
That day, he was kicked by Chen Zhengwei and lost face. He has been holding a grudge and thinking about how to get revenge.
"You can think of things that I can't think of?" Huang Baoru asked slowly.
After that, he let someone reveal the matter secretly. As long as he remained silent, he wouldn't get into trouble. After all, those Chinese workers didn't even speak English, let alone spread the news to Gui Lao.
And those Chinese workers know that they can stand up for them, and they can support themselves.
But Chen Zhengwei cannot be kept here. Just like Huang Jie said, if he gets caught causing trouble again one day, he might cause big trouble for himself.
After pondering for a moment, he had another idea in his mind.
It is much easier to find someone to kill a Chinese worker who just got off the ship than to find someone to kill a ghost guy. Even if he dies, there will be no one to help him.
But before that, there was still something he could do.
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Ning Yang Guild Hall is located on Duban Street, which runs directly through the entire Chinatown from California Street in the south to Broadway Street in the north.
The house Chen Zhengwei just looked for is located in the northernmost part of Chinatown.
Fortunately, Chinatown is not big. It is only over a mile from my residence to the guild hall.
Along the way, I saw a lot of people from various halls, standing in groups on the roadside, or going into stores to collect money.
In San Francisco, there are more than a dozen large and small halls. The small ones only have a few dozen people, and the large ones have hundreds or thousands of people.
The main business is gambling stalls, brothels and opium dens.
However, there are also some Tangtangs who are not in Chinatown. For example, Yixingtang controls the piglets in the mines, and several Tangtangs control the piglets in some factories. They treat those piglets even more cruelly than the ghost guys.
The labor situation on Chen Zhengwei's ship is considered good.
Those Chinese workers who were abducted, drugged, and sold to mines and plantations in South America were the worst offenders.
Chen Zhengwei looked around with great interest along the way. In Chinatown, 90% of the people still had braids and wore mandarins, which was incompatible with outside Chinatown.
All the way to Ningyang Guild Hall, there were several people standing or squatting at the door.
"Ahu, what is this?"
Several people's eyes lit up when they saw Chen Zhengwei. They thought he was the boss of a factory, so they wanted to gather around and ask if they wanted to recruit people.
"My family just got off the ship a few days ago!" Chen Zhenghu greeted several people.
"It doesn't look like it! This outfit costs a lot of money, right?" Several people saw that Chen Zhengwei was dressed more like an American than an American, and they couldn't tell that he just got off the ship.
"He is different from you roughnecks!" Chen Zhenghu laughed, then pulled a young man aside and said: "I was looking for you, please wait for me! I have something to tell you!"
This man's name is Yan Qingyou. The Chen family of Wencun and the Yan family and Rong family of Haiyan are sworn brothers in their ancestors and have had a friendship for hundreds of years.
Every year during the Chinese New Year, the lion dance teams in the village would go to each other’s villages to pay New Year greetings.
"Is it a good thing or a bad thing?" Yan Qingyou asked.
"It won't hurt you anyway! Is Mr. Huang here?" Chen Zhenghu couldn't say whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, but Chen Zhengwei asked him to find someone. Apart from the few people in the village, he thought of Yan Qingyou and his two brothers. .
"Just went up!"
"We'll talk about it later!"
Chen Zhengwei smiled and nodded at a few people, saying hello, and entered the clubhouse with Chen Zhenghu.
A young man inside was stunned for a moment when he saw Chen Zhengwei. He hesitated before approaching and asked, "Sir, are you Chen Zhengwei?"
"Did Yu Chong ask you to come? Wait for me to come down!" Chen Zhengwei walked past him after saying this.
The young man looked at Chen Zhengwei's back and was stunned for a long time.
It turned out to be him.
He could not connect this man with the dirty young man who came off the boat with two children.
How many days has it been? The changes are too great.
After Chen Zhengwei went upstairs, he opened the door of the room where he was last time and saw Huang Baoru sitting inside. There was someone standing not far away from him, the man who sent him the bullet.
Seeing Chen Zhengwei come in directly without knocking on the door, Huang Baoru's eyes flashed and he was a little unhappy.
However, this change was very subtle, and then his expression returned to its original state.
"Boss Huang! I've finished what I promised you. Speaking of which, I gave you a few extra people, and I made two of them the night before yesterday. Where's the rest of the money?" Chen Zhengwei pulled up a chair and sat down Go across the table.
"I didn't expect you to do it so neatly! I have one more thing here, are you interested?" Huang Baoru had a smile on his face. Chen Zhengwei did it more neatly than he thought.
"What's going on?" Chen Zhengwei asked with interest.
Of the previous 600 yuan, only 23 yuan were left. Of the remaining 600 yuan, 372 yuan will be given to Yu, leaving just over 200 yuan, which is not enough for anything.
"Tomorrow at seven o'clock in the evening, we will kill someone at the Grand Stage Theater. If you kill this person, I will give you fifteen hundred yuan! It will be enough for you to be cool for a while." Huang Baoru said to Chen Zhengwei with a smile.
"Such a generous move...Which court official are you going to kill?" After hearing this, Chen Zhengwei asked with a smile.
"Of course not. How can it be so easy to kill those people who sit in front of the hall and shout at each other when they go out? No matter how powerful you are, you can't beat four people with just two fists. And I don't have any grudges against them." Huang Baoru waved his hand.
"As for who it is, I will tell you when the time comes. But I can tell you that there is only one driver beside the target. How about it?"
Chen Zhengwei thought about it, what Huang Baoru wanted to get rid of was either his business competitor, or the senior management of Ningyang Guild Hall.
Subconsciously, Chen Zhengwei felt that he couldn't do this.
He didn't even know who his target was, and he even designated the location at the Grand Stage Theater.
If there is any question about the other party's identity, or if someone offers a reward, I might not even have a foothold in Chinatown.
The most fearful thing when doing things is that someone with a blind eye might get tricked.
Moreover, Chinatown is too small, only about one square kilometer, so there will be nowhere to run if you want to.
Chen Zhengwei thought about it for a moment, then relaxed his body, put one hand on the armrest, crossed his legs and said, "I'm not interested, Boss Huang, please hire someone else!"
"Add another five hundred and give you two thousand." Huang Baoru stretched out his five fingers and said.
"I told you I'm not interested!" Chen Zhengwei sneered. If you want to make money, you have to spend your life. He still understands this.
"Boss Huang, where is my money?"
While Chen Zhengwei was talking, he was thinking about going to the Big Stage Theater tomorrow. If he could find Huang Baoru's target, he might be able to sell Huang Baoru at a good price.
Chen Zhengwei had long thought that if he wanted to become a guest and swallow up the Ningyang Guild Hall, the person standing in his way would not be the current president of the Ningyang Guild Hall, nor anyone else, but Huang Baoru.
Huang Baoru is the leader of the Qingzhuang Sect. If he wants to conquer the Qingzhuang Sect in the guild hall, he must first remove Huang Baoru.
If it can be sold at a good price, it can be regarded as Huang Baoru's selfless contribution to the cause of the Chinese people.
At worst, I can burn some more paper money for him during the holidays.
"I didn't bring the money. I wanted to give it to you after you finish this thing." Huang Baoru said slowly.
"Add one thousand more, kill someone for three thousand, please think about it."
Chen Zhengwei knew more and more that there was a problem. He ignored the words and glanced at the man not far away. "It doesn't matter if you didn't bring it. Just ask him to get it. It shouldn't take long."
Huang Baoru leaned on the back of the chair. Seeing that Chen Zhengwei still refused, he said with a bit of regret on his face: "Well, you can come and withdraw the money tomorrow afternoon!"
Chen Zhengwei stared at Huang Baoru for a long time, his heart turned, and he suddenly suspected that Huang Baoru had no intention of giving him money at all.
Especially thinking back to what he said before, he offered a high price to go to the big stage theater to kill people.
Maybe after he kills the target, he will find someone in the hall to kill him.
Thinking of this, Chen Zhengwei felt more and more that Huang Baoru's target was the top brass of the Ningyang Guild Hall. When he killed him, his reputation and status in the Guild Hall would be further improved.
He asked himself to come to withdraw the money tomorrow just to stabilize himself.
I just rejected him. After going back today, I'm afraid Huang Baoru will find someone to kill him.
Chen Zhengwei's smile became a little dangerous and his eyes narrowed: "Boss Huang, I don't like people who owe me money."
