The woman took the child out. It was a three or four-year-old child who was still a little confused.
The woman looked at Chen Zhengwei with fear and vigilance, and huddled in the corner.
Chen Zhenghu and Yan Qingyou searched the upstairs and downstairs and said to Chen Zhengwei, "There is no one else."
"Get a sheet, tie him up, and gag him!" Chen Zhengwei stepped on Huang Baoru's back.
"Don't tie your wrists, don't leave any marks. Just wrap them with sheets!" Chen Zhengwei instructed the two men to tie Huang Baoru into a mummy, ensuring that Huang Baoru couldn't break free, and then blocked his mouth.
Huang Baoru still needs to be kept, he is still useful.
Chen Zhengwei pulled a chair and sat down. He looked at the woman carefully for a moment and then asked slowly: "What is your name?"
"Amei Wang..."
"How old is the child?"
"Four years old..."
"How long have you been doing this here?"
"Half a year..."
"Want to go home? Is there anyone else in my hometown? Are my parents still there?"
Chen Zhengwei's slow questioning made the panic in the woman's eyes ease a little, and tears flowed down her face.
"Mr. Wu, the president of the guild hall, is going out on the street to kill people. We are also using people's money to eliminate disasters. We have no grudges against you, and we don't want to harm you, but this matter cannot be spread. How can I believe that you don't Will you tell anyone?"
Wang Amei hesitated and begged in a low voice: "Can you make them turn around?"
Chen Zhengwei waved his hand. Although Chen Zhenghu and Yan Qingyou were curious, they turned around.
Wang Amei slowly lifted up her nightgown, but there was nothing sexy about it, but it was a bit shocking.
I saw that Wang Amei's body had a large number of scars, bruises, whip marks, new and old injuries intertwined together, and there were even bite marks on some prominent parts.
"So perverted?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows. This scene made him a little surprised.
Chen Zhenghu and Yan Qingyou glanced at each other. They became even more curious and finally managed not to look back.
"How much does he pay you a month?"
"Twenty...I have no choice. I still have a son, and I don't have anywhere to go..." Wang Amei looked sad and tears kept flowing down.
If she was a good-looking widow with a child, she would probably be even worse outside than here.
"I know it's not easy for a woman to make a living here with a child. People are cannibalized here!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.
When Wang Amei heard this, she shed even more tears.
"I will definitely not say anything nonsense. Please don't harm me and my son..."
"Don't worry, as long as you obey, you and your son will be fine. And I can give you a sum of money, so you can buy a boat ticket and take your child back to your hometown. If you don't want to leave, just stay in Chinatown and start a small business!" Chen Zhengwei said. , and then the voice became colder:
"But if you say anything nonsense, then no one else can be blamed! I am working for Mr. Wu. As long as he says a word, you and your son will appear in the sea in one day at most."
Although there were many loopholes in his words, it was enough to scare a woman with little knowledge, and Chen Zhengwei was too lazy to make up lies.
He doesn't have much sympathy either; he doesn't have much sympathy.
This is the way the world is, if you don't eat others, you will be eaten by others.
If you don't live up to your expectations, you can't blame others.
He just felt that this woman was still useful and could help him smooth over the whole matter.
She also has a son who is easy to control.
Wang Amei hugged her son again and said repeatedly: "I will definitely not talk nonsense!"
"Don't worry, what I ask you to do is very simple. I will teach you a few words then, and if anyone asks you about it later, you can just tell me what I said."
Chen Zhengwei said this just to make her feel at ease.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Wang Amei felt relieved. It seemed that the other party really had no intention of harming her and her son.
As for what Chen Zhengwei said about giving her a sum of money, she couldn't believe it.
"Turn around and look at them!"
Chen Zhengwei asked the two of them to watch, and then went upstairs.
The layout of the first floor is relatively simple, with a single floor of about 70 to 80 square meters, a living room, a kitchen and a maid's room.
There were some wooden furniture in the living room, but they were not worth much.
Coming to the second floor, there are three rooms in total, the study room, the utility room and the bedroom. The bed in the bedroom is quite messy.
Wang Amei's son was in the servant's room on the first floor, but she was taken down on the second floor. You can imagine what Huang Baoru was doing while she was waiting for someone to come.
Chen Zhengwei walked around and found an iron cabinet in the study, which was also locked.
He found the key in the bedroom and opened it. When he saw what was inside, Chen Zhengwei felt very good.
I saw a lot of green tickets placed inside, including ones worth five yuan, ten yuan, and fifty yuan.
At this time, few Chinese would deposit money in American banks, mainly due to the language barrier.
Therefore, some people will go to trusted people, such as guild halls, or remit money through guild halls.
Although Huang Baoru can speak some English, the banks are outside Chinatown, and those ghost guys have a bad attitude towards Chinese people, so he keeps a lot of cash at home.
Chen Zhengwei took out all the money and counted it. There were more than 3,200 yuan in total, which was considered a huge sum of money.
First, he divided out a thousand yuan, which disappeared directly in his hand and was saved in the system.
The remaining money was placed on the table, while Chen Zhengwei took out other items in the safe to check.
There was a thick stack of documents, including the lease contract for the cigarette factory and the house where he lived, the share contract for the shirt factory, and the deeds for two grocery stores.
Chen Zhengwei thought about it and realized that these things were not easy to deal with, but it was not completely impossible.
In addition, I also have a passbook from the Bank of California, and I have saved 3,000 yuan.
This money is easier to withdraw. In banks during this period, withdrawing money mainly relied on passbooks and signatures, without even passwords.
Moreover, in the eyes of those ghost guys, almost all Chinese people look the same. All they need to do is learn a little bit about Huang Baoru's signature.
"A man will not be rich without windfall, and a horse will not be fat without night grass!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.
It is really easy to make money in this era.
With these, Chen Zhengwei didn't care much about other things, but when he saw a sterling silver pocket watch in the study drawer, he still put it away.
You can give it to your little brother.
After taking everything downstairs, Chen Zhenghu and Yan Qingyou saw the pile of money that Chen Zhengwei was holding, their eyes became a little straightened, and then they looked excited.
No matter how much apprehension the two had before, they couldn't help but become excited when they saw the money. It was probably similar to seeing their first love, it was a heart-pounding feeling.
Chen Zhengwei took out 400 yuan and threw it to Chen Zhenghu: "These are yours!"
Then he took out 300 yuan and gave it to Yan Qingyou: "These are yours."
"I am the most fair person. I will get paid as much as I have done!" Chen Zhengwei put his hands on the table and laughed.
If you want to be a boss, you don't just have to look like a boss, you also have to do what a boss should do.
"Thank you, Brother Wei!" Both of them had smiles on their faces, and they couldn't help but count the money after they took it.
"You, come here too!" Chen Zhengwei waved to Wang Amei again.
Chen Zhengwei took out 200 yuan, but instead of giving it to her, he put it aside.
"I'll invite your son to play with me for three days. I'll bring your son back to you in three days, along with this money. Don't worry, he won't lose a hair. I always keep my word!"
…
Chen Zhenghu and Yan Qingyou were left at home. Chen Zhengwei went home directly, but he brought one more child with him.
After returning home, Chen Zhengwei washed his hands first, then turned on the system and started pumping ten times in a row.
As the roulette wheel flashes, the grids are opened one by one.
Two cans of braised pork, a pack of cigarettes, a brass kerosene lighter, an axe, a crowbar, a pair of handmade leather shoes, and 50 rounds of .44 Wesson Type III revolver bullets.
In addition, there are 0.2 attribute points.
"So-so!" Chen Zhengwei smacked his lips, not too satisfied.
This stupid batch system will put in a bunch of garbage every time to replenish the number.
In addition, the lottery guarantee can draw skill points or attribute points. The skill point is 1 and the attribute point is 0.1.
This time, he has two 0.1 attribute points in the tenth company.
Then Chen Zhengwei started his second ten-game run.
After a while, the grid on the wheel opened.
This time a new thing appeared, a fire stick.
Winchester M1873, a lever rifle with a tubular magazine that can hold 11 rounds of bullets, is also a favorite gun used by western vigilantes, gangsters, and even ordinary people.
Although it uses round-nose bullets, its accuracy and range are much worse than those of later generations, but it is much better than revolvers.
In addition, I drew another 0.1 attribute points. In addition, there are cigarettes, a bowler hat, two bottles of Yunnan Baiyao, a white shirt, a pair of glasses with gray lenses, a white silk scarf, and a hawthorn can.
"Damn it, I drew the gun but not the bullet. You want me to use it as a fire stick?" Chen Zhengwei took out the Winchester to study it, then held the barrel and waved it twice. It felt pretty good in the hand. .
But the crowbar feels better!
Cursing, he stuffed the Winchester back into space, then stared at his attribute points for a moment, then added one point each to his agility, strength and physique.
Suddenly he felt a wave of heat gushing out of his body, and at the same time a sense of power filled his whole body. When these feelings disappeared, he found that he seemed to be a little stronger and his body was a little more flexible.
Chen Zhengwei:
18 years old
Strength: 1.3 (1.3)
Flexible: 1(1)
Constitution: 1.2 (1.2)
Skills: Sanda LV2, Shooting LV1, English LV0.
"This is not bad..."
Sure enough, adding some points is much more comfortable than practicing hard.
The only problem is that I didn’t draw any skill points.
Chen Zhengwei put his hand on a bag aside, and then moved it away.
There were more than 1,900 yuan in the bag.
"Forget it, you won't die well when you bet on dogs. I'm not lucky today, so I'll do it again tomorrow!"
