America 1881: Legend of the West

"Young Master, please leave quickly and leave this place to us." Huang Qingyun glanced at the kicked over pickled cabbage jar at the door of the yard and the little blood stains left by the yellow hair on the ground.

He did not bother to hide Chen Jianqiu's identity and spoke directly to Chen Jianqiu.

However, other people around, except for a few TPJ veterans with twinkling eyes, did not quite understand what this "young master" meant.

However, Chen Jianqiu had no intention of leaving immediately.

"Where is the location of their union?" He looked at He Sanshui.

Everyone looked at each other.

What on earth is this man going to do? This is San Francisco, a place that is extremely unfriendly to Chinese people.

Huang Qingyun was also anxious, but he said that Chen Jianqiu was young and energetic, so he couldn't swallow this breath, so he had to persuade him hard: "Young Master, don't be willful."

It's okay to let him risk his life, but the young master cannot make any mistakes.

That's what the second lady asked her to be alone before she died.

"Don't worry, I'm measured." Chen Jianqiu said calmly, "I'm just asking."

Everyone was stunned again.

Is this a matter of proportion? The union has guns!

He took a deep breath: "Young Master, how about we go with you?"

"No, you can just stay here and do whatever you have to do." Chen Jianqiu shook his head, "Besides, I didn't say where I wanted to go."

Huang Qingyun's heart dropped.

He asked people to help the injured Xiao Liuzi to the side room to rest, and asked the doctor to continue splinting Xiao Liuzi's broken arm.

He and Chen Jianqiu returned to their rooms one after another.

"Where did I just say?" Chen Jianqiu sat back on his chair.

"Oh, young master, you seem to be saying, you need me to do something." Huang Qingyun was a little absent-minded, he thought for a moment and said.

"Well, I came here this time to recruit some capable people." Chen Jianqiu said, "I have some industries in Roswell and need some workers. This is also the purpose of my visit to Ningyang Guild Hall today."

"It's just that I seem to have gone to the wrong place. Huang Tongshi from Ningyang doesn't seem to be willing to help." Chen Jianqiu crossed his fingers and put them in front of him.

When Huang Qingyun heard this, his eyes suddenly shone with light, and the uneasiness he felt just now disappeared.

His young master is so powerful. In just one year, he has already bought a property in America. He is really promising at a young age.

“In San Francisco, the highest Chinese organization is the Chinese General Assembly, which is composed of seven general assembly halls, namely Ningyang, Zhaoqing, Hopewell, Gangzhou, Yanghe, Sanyi, and Renhe. Among them, Ningyang Assembly Hall is the largest. , so far it has nearly 30,000 members.”

Huang Qingyun introduced the situation of these guild halls in San Francisco to Chen Jianqiu: "In the Ningyang guild hall, Huang and Li are the common surnames. For many years, they have helped overseas Chinese in the same hometown fight for their rights and mediate relations, and to a certain extent, they have also protected Chinatown. Safety."

Chen Jianqiu nodded: "Well, I've heard that it's not easy for them."

"Although I am also a member of the Ningyang Guild Hall, I have to say one thing." Huang Qingyun continued, "The guild hall is mainly composed of fellow Cantonese people. Due to language and cultural reasons, there is no need for people from other nationalities to It’s difficult to fully protect Chinese workers.”

"It's difficult, young master. Everyone is here to stay together. If you want to pull someone away, it won't be that easy." Huang Qingyun sighed, "I'll think of a way to help you contact other guild halls."

"No, I won't force this kind of thing. Please help me gather people who live outside Chinatown who are willing to come with us, and then find a way to put them on the train. I will open it in Albuquerque, New Mexico." Wait for them."

"They will be very dangerous in the future."

Chen Jianqiu took out three gold bars from his pocket and handed them to Huang Qingyun: "I'll leave it to you, Uncle Huang, for the tickets and the food and lodging along the way."

Huang Qingyun nodded repeatedly: "Okay, this is simple. After sending them away, I will follow them."

However, Chen Jianqiu said nothing.

"What? Young Master, are you unwilling to have me because of my old age?"

Huang Qingyun was a little anxious. He rolled up his sleeves and patted his biceps. Under the bronze skin, veins popped out.

"I can still eat several large bowls of rice in one meal, and I still have a lot of strength!"

"No, Uncle Huang, you misunderstood, you have more important things." Chen Jianqiu walked to Huang Qingyun and pulled up his sleeves for him.

"You need to stay here for a while." He looked out the window. "Soon, some Chinese workers will come on board one after another, but they will all be repatriated. Even if they stay, it will be difficult to be hired."

"I hope you can help me find a way to send them to Roswell." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the roster, "The Chinese Mutual Aid Association cannot fail. It will be an isolated island here and it will be difficult."

"Don't worry, no matter how difficult it is, I will persevere." Huang Qingyun looked determined.

"Well, I will leave a batch of guns and ammunition for you, and I will ship some over in a while." Chen Jianqiu suddenly smiled, "Anyway, I don't lack these now."

Huang Qingyun's expression was a bit complicated, with a hint of surprise and a hint of worry.

"Wouldn't this give them an excuse? If we really had guns, wouldn't they be more aggressive in deporting us?"

The smile on Chen Jianqiu's face became even thicker.

"I know these rulers and law enforcers in the West better than you do."

"The Chinese are just chips on their table. If they really want to expel you, they will never lack reasons. If you don't have a gun, you will only be slaughtered by others, and you are not even qualified to be a bargaining chip."

"Guns can be used in many ways."

Huang Qingyun didn't fully understand what Chen Jianqiu meant, but he still nodded.

As a warrior who has experienced life and death, he and his people are not afraid of bloodshed.

Chen Jianqiu and Huang Qingyun chatted in the room all afternoon.

During this period, the veteran producer would still look out the window from time to time.

He was worried that Huang Mao would come back to cause trouble, so he could let the young master leave as soon as possible.

But this afternoon, it was calm outside and no one came.

In fact, it’s not that Huang Mao doesn’t want to come.

He was scolded.

When he covered his head and returned to the union's office with several sailors, he was ready to kill them.

He happened to meet the leader of the labor union and the leader of the California Workers Party - Irishman Dennis Carney.

The initiator of many anti-Chinese movements in California was furious when he saw Huang Mao's appearance.

"The bill was passed by the Senate and the House of Representatives two months ago. According to my information, it should be signed by the president in the next two days. Can you please stop causing trouble for me?" Carney frowned.

The Chinese are a card and his bargaining chip. They can only be effective if they are played at the right time.

At this juncture, he would not accept any uncontrolled behavior that would cause unintended consequences.

The riots he had planned against Chinatown a few years earlier had indeed gained him great popularity among white workers, but they had also led to him being labeled a provocateur.

But Huang Mao didn't know what the leader was thinking. He covered his head and wailed: "But those Chinese workers are still working on the dock."

"They're going to get out!" Carney finally couldn't stand his subordinates anymore. "Can you please use your pig brain more and stop going to the police?"

The police in San Francisco have always turned a blind eye to their brutality.

If a Chinese and a white man got into a fight in the street, both men would be arrested.

Then, after the verdict of the jury and the court, the white people will be acquitted, while the Chinese will be detained or directly deported.

Huang Mao was scolded so hard that he couldn't even lift his head.

He quit the union's offices.

However, he had no intention of calling the police.

In his dictionary, seeking help from the police was a shame.

He planned to solve the problem himself in the evening, when the leader was away.

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