"Since you're following me, that's something! Zhenghu, take them to make a suit of clothes for each of them!" Chen Zhengwei took out one hundred and fifty yuan from his pocket and gave it to Chen Zhenghu.
"Thank you Brother Wei! Brother Wei is so generous!" Everyone suddenly laughed, this trip was not in vain.
“Then we’ll book a restaurant and have a nice chat at noon!”
Chen Zhenghu took most of the people away, leaving only Yan Qingyou and a few young people with high reputations, including people from the three families.
"Come in and talk!" Chen Zhengwei turned around and entered the hall, and said to Yan Qingyou and others with some displeasure; "Other people give red envelopes to the boss when they want to be the boss, but in the end I have to give you red envelopes. I'm fucking paying my respects." More than twenty big guys!”
These people are all miserable. Even if they have some money in their pockets, they save it through frugality and have to mail it home every few months.
I didn't even go to work today, so I came to join Chen Zhengwei.
These people stayed because of this, and wanted to ask Chen Zhengwei how he planned to arrange them.
Otherwise, many people will go hungry if they are unemployed for a few days.
"Brother Wei also knows our situation!" Yan Qingyou laughed.
Chen Zhengwei sat down in the middle. There were not enough chairs in the room, so the other people either found a place to sit down, or simply leaned against the threshold.
A group of people came in just now, which shocked Chen Qiaoniang and Chen Zhengwu. These people came and left in a hurry, and only a few of them were left. Qiaoniang came over with a big kettle.
Chen Zhengwu was holding several bowls, and behind him was a man with a runny nose, who was Wang Amei's son.
"Introduce yourselves!" Chen Zhengwei said after sitting down.
"Brother Wei, I'm Chen Zhengshi, you can call me Shizi!" Chen Zhengshi is in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. At first glance, he might seem dull, but in fact he talks very sharply and keeps his posture very low.
"Brother Wei, I'm Yan Qingfa, just call me Fazai." Yan Qingfa is quite tall, almost 1.8 meters tall, with high cheekbones, small eyes, and a thin but strong figure.
"Brother Wei, I'm Rong Jiacai!" Rong Jiacai is only in his early twenties, but he doesn't have braids, and his skin is not as rough as others from the weather.
"Brother Wei, Jia Cai has passed the Tongsheng test and knows a little English." Yan Qingyou said from the side.
"Failed..." Rong Jiacai said with some embarrassment.
"Why are you here? How many years have you been here?" Chen Zhengwei asked with a smile. In fact, those who took the Tongsheng Examination were called Xiucai, and those who failed were called Tongsheng.
But in an environment where 95% of people are illiterate, even a child is not bad.
At least I know how to read, and whether I go to work or go back to the village to open a private school to teach children how to read, I won't starve to death.
"Come here to eat, I came here two years ago!"
"How is English?"
"I know some simple things... mainly because I don't have the chance to learn. I worked in a garment factory, and those ghost guys didn't even bother to talk to us." Rong Jiacai said.
During this period, few Chinese workers could speak English, partly because few were even literate, let alone learning another language.
On the other hand, there is no chance, so I can only hang out in Chinatown. Even if I go out to do work, it is still dirty work. I have no chance and no ability to learn.
"As long as you are willing to learn! Do you know what is most important? Talent! Talent is the most important thing!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.
Then he said: "I know what you want to ask me, I already have a plan!"
When several people heard this, they immediately listened attentively.
Chen Zhengwei had previously considered what he would ask them to do after recruiting people.
After recruiting people, you must be able to support the people under your command, and this support does not mean that he feeds and drinks these people every day.
You have to let them do things.
And it’s not like working in a factory or moving goods for people.
In fact, there are not many choices. After all, it is not easy for Chinese people to get out of Chinatown.
"Fan Tan!" Chen Zhengwei said directly without giving in.
"Most of the Chinese workers here like to gamble. After all, there are no women, so there is nothing else to do except gamble. It doesn't matter if you don't let them gamble. If you lock them up, they will have to gamble with their fingers and toes."
"Since they want to gamble so much and lose everywhere, why not give this money to me?"
When Chen Zhengwei said this, several other people were also a little moved.
"Brother Wei, it is indeed profitable to open a Tibetan stall. It's easy to talk about Copper Button, as long as you have people watching the door. But you have to pay money to the hall every week, and you are afraid that people from other Tibetan stalls will do it. Who dares to do this? , there are people behind it all!”
"You paid the money, but the local halls in this area won't trouble you. But the owners of those food stalls may find people from other towns!"
"Pay? Pay for what? I still want to collect money from other stalls!" Chen Zhengwei sneered, with a bit of ferocity and eagerness in his eyes.
"If someone comes looking for trouble, that would be great!"
"If you want to make money, you have to make a name for yourself and make others afraid of you. Otherwise, how will you make money? Besides, such a small Chinatown has more than ten tongs, which is too much!"
"Brother Wei, do you want to establish a court?" Yan Qingyou thought he had guessed Chen Zhengwei's thoughts and asked.
"What kind of church are you setting up? I am a serious person. We want to open a company and do serious business!" Chen Zhengwei sneered and leaned back.
"But doing business inevitably involves fighting and killing..."
What are the tips for doing business? It means killing all your competitors and leaving you alone to do exclusive business.
It’s impossible not to make a fortune by then!
At first glance, these people are not smart and don't know how to do business.
Of course, Chen Zhengwei also had an idea in mind. He not only wanted to do business in Chinatown, but also extended his business outside Chinatown.
The United States is so big, it should have a place for it.
Of course, there is no need to tell them this.
"In addition, we not only do food stalls, but also do pigeon tickets!" Chen Zhengwei added.
White pigeon tickets are similar to lottery tickets. The dealer lists 80 characters from the "Thousand-Character Classic" and participants subscribe to buy 10 of them.
Then the Xi family wrote all the words on a ball of paper and put it in a cage with an opening.
Then ask someone to shake the cage and knock out the paper balls inside, and take a total of twenty.
If you hit 5 characters, you will pay 1, if you hit 6 characters, you will pay 8, if you hit 7 characters, you will pay 40, if you hit 8 characters, you will pay 400, if you hit 9 characters, you will pay 6,400, and if you hit 10 characters, you will pay 20,000.
"I'll pay for the Fan stall, and you guys can look for a suitable location nearby this afternoon." Chen Zhengwei said. There is an area where Chinese workers gather nearby, which is just right.
Chen Zhengwei planned to set up a food stall first to give these people something to do.
As he said, a person always has to do something to grow, and the same is true for a group of people.
After finishing speaking, Chen Zhengwei leaned back on his chair, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, looking at everyone with a smile.
Now that he had manpower, he began to feel restless.
His target was the copper buttons of the Bureau of Investigation, as well as the gang members.
No one is rich without a windfall. Although it is possible to make money by opening a fan stall, gambling houses and fan stalls can be said to be everywhere in Chinatown.
On the contrary, it is the gangsters who not only control gambling houses and brothels, but also the human trafficking and opium business. They are the richest people.
Moreover, only by getting rid of those halls can we do exclusive business.
…
When it was almost noon, Chen Zhengwei finally saw the people who had gone to buy clothes.
Wearing uniform suits, white shirts, black trousers and vests, with bowler hats on their heads, they looked quite impressive standing together.
If they didn't tug at their sleeves from time to time and smooth out non-existent pleats.
"Weige!"
Everyone said immediately after seeing Chen Zhengwei.
"Let's go eat!"
At noon, a group of people ate in the restaurant for more than an hour, and each came up to propose a toast. Chen Zhengwei drank more than 20 mouthfuls of white wine alone, and drank more than half of a bowl of wine.
In the afternoon, several people were arranged to find a suitable place nearby, while Chen Zhengwei returned home to sleep a little drunk.
