Everyone headed to the dock, and as expected they were stopped by people from the Investigation Bureau.
"We're going to find some prisoners on the ship!"
"Prisoner?" The other party shrugged, easily got out of the way, and then reminded: "Don't get close to the fire!"
A wooden boat set up on the edge of the pier was burning with raging fire. Of course, no one would get close to it.
After searching for a moment on the pier, Rong Jiacai suddenly pointed to a sailboat and said, "That should be it!"
After all, there are slight differences in appearance and size between Eastern and Western ships, especially the old sailing ships that transported Chinese workers, which can be easily identified.
At this time, several sailors on the bow of the ship were looking at the fire in the distance, and were careful of the fire burning to their side.
Michael raised the oil lamp above his head to let the other party see his identity clearly, and shouted: "People from the Bureau of Investigation, lower the ladder!"
The sailors glanced down, then their expressions changed and they left in a hurry.
After confirming Michael's identity, the others called the captain and lowered the ladder.
Chen Zhengwei and his party climbed onto the boat, and the captain was also woken up and came over wearing his coat.
"You are?"
"People from the Investigation Bureau, we are looking for a few people. They stole this gentleman's money!" Michael glanced at Chen Zhengwei next to him.
The captain looked at the clothes of Chen Zhengwei and his party, and thought of what he had learned in the past two days.
People like them who run boats all year round will ask for information wherever they go, and the one who has been the most popular in Chinatown in San Francisco recently is Chen Zhengwei.
Especially their clothes are easy to identify.
"Excuse me, is your surname Chen?" A captain who can travel across the ocean is definitely not a good person, but I have heard some things about Chen Zhengwei in the past two days, so I asked carefully at this time.
"The information is quite good! Hand over the person!" Chen Zhengwei said playfully.
"As expected, it's Mr. Chen. I always hear Mr. Chen's name when I come to Chinatown this time, but I haven't been able to visit him." The captain held Chen Zhengwei in his hands carefully and said.
"I wonder if there is some misunderstanding?"
"Is this a misunderstanding? Just call everyone on your ship to find out!"
The captain thought for a moment and called everyone over, asking at the same time: "Who is the person Mr. Chen mentioned who stole your things?"
"People from Yihai!" Seeing that the captain had a good attitude, Chen Zhengwei told him casually.
He has always been a person who treats me with respect. Depending on my mood, I consider whether I should treat others with respect.
After hearing this answer, the captain finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Within a moment, all the crew members on the ship were called over. There were more than twenty people in total, all men with bronzed muscles and fierce temperaments.
"Everyone is here?"
"There are still some people resting in Chinatown. After all, it's hard to take a boat trip..." the captain explained.
This trip lasted about forty days. After docking, it was natural to disembark and have some fun.
Chen Zhengwei glanced at everyone and asked directly: "Who was on the bow of the ship just now and then left?"
After waiting for half a minute, no one spoke.
"You don't want to say it, right?" Chen Zhengwei took out his gun and put it on the head of the nearest sailor: "You tell me!"
This man was always at the bow, and he must have known who had left.
The other sailors suddenly became agitated when they saw this.
"Mr. Chen!" The captain's face darkened.
However, the people led by Rong Jiacai took out their guns and pointed them at everyone.
"Everyone be quiet!"
Michael took a look at the situation on the field, ignored the guns in the hands of Rong Jiacai and others, and said directly to the captain as if he hadn't seen anything: "It's best to let your people tell the truth!"
Michael's attitude surprised the captain.
"You're not even talking about this? Are you so loyal?" Chen Zhengwei pressed the hammer down with his thumb, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.
The sailor with the gun pressed against his head swallowed and quickly pointed at the two men: "The blind man and Old Huang!"
The faces of the two people who were pointed out changed. The one called the blind man quickly explained: "I'm going to inform the captain!"
The other person's face turned pale: "I'm going to call others..."
"Who left first?" Chen Zhengwei put down the muzzle of his gun and looked at the two of them with a sneer.
"It's him..." The blind man looked directly at the other person.
"Very good...then it's you. Tell me, where is he?" Chen Zhengwei sneered.
"I..." Old Duan hesitated for a moment, but looking at the dozen gunshots in front of him, it was obvious that the other party was not someone who could reason with him.
The desire to live defeated greed, and he said: "They are hiding in the boxes in the garbage bin..."
"Wouldn't it be nice to be so honest earlier? Go and bring them back to me, as well as the things they bring!" Chen Zhengwei said to Rong Jiacai and others.
Rong Jiacai and others went to arrest the man, and Chen Zhengwei said to the captain: "Go to my territory to find me at noon tomorrow!"
The captain's heart skipped a beat again: "Mr. Chen, what do you want to see me for?"
"Don't worry, I'm just asking you about transporting people here!" Chen Zhengwei took out his cigarettes, threw one to Michael, and then another to the captain.
Michael's eyes lit up after he lit the cigarette: "Chen, where did you buy this cigarette?"
"The best tobacco is rolled out by eighteen-year-old girls on their thighs, and there is nothing artificial on them when they roll it. Each pack of cigarettes has its own aroma..." Chen Zhengwei smiled and talked nonsense to Michael.
His cigarette factory is preparing for this, but it is not easy to recruit people.
What he took was extracted from the system.
"Sounds great!" Michael's eyes brightened even more, and he seemed to feel that the tobacco had a certain aroma.
He never thought that cigarettes could be such a luxury, it simply opened the door to a new world.
Even the captain next to him felt that it was amazing, and he would have more to talk about in the future.
"I'll give you some later!" Chen Zhengwei laughed, patted Michael on the shoulder, and then turned to look at the captain.
The captain smiled and lit the cigarette: "The taste is indeed different! Since Mr. Chen said so, I would be disrespectful if I said no."
He probably guessed what Chen Zhengwei's purpose was. It was just those piggies. There were several tongs in Chinatown doing this business.
But unlike what he thought, Chen Zhengwei just felt that there were too few Chinese in San Francisco.
He just inquired about the situation and tried to organize a fleet to transport more Chinese.
There are more Chinese people, even if they just go to work and spend money in Chinatown, they can continue to bring value to themselves.
What's more, the more Chinese people there are, the louder their voices will be and their influence will be greater.
The louder the Chinese can make, the louder his voice becomes.
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After a while, when Rong Jiacai and others came out, they dragged several people with them.
"These guys still want to run away!" Rong Jiacai kicked one of them and said.
These people still had scars left by axes on their bodies. The most serious one had a chest injury so deep that his bones were visible, and it looked like he would not survive.
"They like to run, give them a chance later!" Chen Zhengwei sneered. "Where are my things?"
Rong Jiacai took a bundle from Ma Zai behind him and handed it to Chen Zhengwei.
Chen Zhengwei stretched out his hand to take it and felt it was heavy.
Asking Li Xiwen to hold the oil lamp, Chen Zhengwei walked aside and opened the baggage. As expected, there was a pile of U.S. dollars inside, as well as some gold bars and jade. In addition, there were two land deeds and an IOU worth 5,000 yuan.
"Is there anyone else who owes me so much money? I almost forgot!" Chen Zhengwei read the handwriting on the IOU clearly by the light of the oil lamp, patted his head, and suddenly realized.
After confirming that there was no problem, Chen Zhengwei wrapped the baggage and threw it to Li Xiwen.
He walked up to Asong and squatted down: "Are you so brave that you even dare to take my things?"
"You don't have to die well..." Asong gritted his teeth with blood on his face.
"I walk and sit upright, eat well and sleep well. Fortune tellers say I can live a long life!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.
"You want to go back, right? Don't say I won't give you a chance!"
Chen Zhengwei stood up and said to Rong Jiacai: "Find a boat, throw a few of them into the sea, and let them swim back on their own!"
"Remember to give them a little difficulty!"
"Just because of these few people, I didn't sleep in bed in the middle of the night and came here to enjoy the sea breeze..."
