America 1881: Legend of the West

The second Santa Fe Railroad board of directors with Jianqiu Chen as chairman has ended.

Compared with the first time, the process this time was much more exciting.

But the result is still boring and tasteless.

No one wants their own interests to be harmed, so no one wants to see the Albuquerque-Roswell railroad stopped.

Some shareholders from the east even have trouble with unions all year round.

There are many unions fighting for the interests of workers, but the starting point of many so-called union leaders is not that pure.

These shareholders have had enough of their blackmail.

And they praised Chen Jianqiu's unique western approach to solving trade union issues.

Therefore, Otto's proposal to completely stop the use of Chinese labor was unanimously rejected.

Shareholders chose to continue to turn a blind eye to the employment of Chinese workers.

However, Chen Jianqiu guessed that since this matter was brought up, those people behind it would never let it go.

"Looking back, the contract will be signed in the name of the Chinese workers with legal status in Roswell."

After walking out of the conference room, Chen Jianqiu ordered Li Sifu, "Also, go downstairs and invite lawyer Dylan over.

Chen Jianqiu returned to his office, and soon after, lawyer Dylan also came in.

Since being rescued, the lawyer has changed his name and is working for Chen Jianqiu under his protection.

Boss Chen offered him a very high salary. He was protected by two gunmen when he came in and out, and he could go wherever he wanted as long as he wanted.

The premise is that he dares,

Scott’s spies are everywhere in the cities of this state.

And Scott's way of dealing with a man he thought was dead was to let him die again.

"Lawyer, has there been any progress with the solution I asked you to think of before?" Chen Jianqiu leaned on his chair, spinning the silver lighter in his hand and tapping the wooden table.

"Are you talking about how Chinese workers in the United States can legally obtain citizenship after the bill is introduced?" Dylan asked.

Chen Jianqiu nodded.

"I have been studying for more than three months, including the Constitution and various amendments, the bill, the Civil Rights Act and other related legal documents and judgments, and I have found a possible way."

Dylan's voice revealed the confidence of a top student at Harvard Law School.

"Oh?" Chen Jianqiu crossed his fingers and placed them on the table.

He leaned forward slightly, becoming interested.

"The bill does deprive Chinese workers who re-enter the country of their legal rights, and all state and federal courts are not allowed to grant citizenship to these people."

"but……"

Attorney Dylan paused and then said: "The Civil Rights Act of 1866 provides that: All persons born in the United States and not subject to the jurisdiction of any foreign government, except Indians who do not pay taxes, are hereby declared to be citizens of the United States. "

Chen Jianqiu did not interrupt the lawyer, but he keenly captured the meaning of his words.

"This statute was originally prepared for the emancipated black slaves after the Civil War. It was also the first authoritative definition of 'American citizen', but it lacked a constitutional basis."

The lawyer said while gesturing.

“Then, in the Fourteenth Amendment to the Constitution, adopted in the same year, it was added: All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the state in which they reside.”

The lawyer spoke out these laws in detail, and Chen Jianqiu's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"So, what you're saying is that the bill can stop those Chinese workers who enter the country 'again' through customs, but it can't restrict those who were 'born' here, born and raised here?"

Chen Jianqiu already understood what the lawyer meant. In places like the United States, there is no such thing as household registration.

This guy is really a genius when it comes to taking advantage of legal loopholes.

"However, there is another problem." Lawyer Dylan hesitated and said, "As far as I know, many Chinese workers who have entered the country do not have citizenship status, such as those in our company. Their entry information is stored in San Francisco. Customs House."

"The entry information records their place of birth, time of entry and other details."

Chen Jianqiu smiled.

It seems that he is going to San Francisco again.

……

More than a week later, on Route 66 in Arizona.

Because the ground temperature is too high, the light refracted through the air makes the scene near the ground begin to become illusory and trembling.

And on the blurry horizon, three people and three horses appeared.

"Boss, it's too hot. How about we find a place to rest first." Sean wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves.

He picked up the water bag and took a sip, then put it to his ear and shook it.

"There's not much water left."

"Yes, boss, the sun is too strong. Sean is already tanned." Hanif added that even though he travels all over the country, the summer in Arizona is indeed extremely hot.

Chen Jianqiu didn't say anything. They continued walking forward for a while and came to a fork in the road.

A trail leading from Route 66, not even a road, with some marks of horseshoes and ruts on it, leads into the distance.

There were no signs, no markings, not even a standing stick.

Chen Jianqiu took out a map from his bag.

After studying it for a while, he raised his head and glanced at the corn hovering in the sky not far away, and then looked around again.

"Let's go to a nearby town to replenish some supplies first." Chen Jianqiu put away the map and pointed to the branch road.

The three of them walked slowly along the road.

"Boss, why don't we bring more people this time?" Sean's butt hurt a little, so he moved a little and asked.

"The crowd is too conspicuous, you fool." Before Chen Jianqiu could say anything, Hanif behind him had already started mercilessly mocking the black people, "We are not going to fight."

Sean was silenced, but after being silent for less than a minute, he spoke again.

"Boss, what do you think that is?"

He pointed diagonally ahead, to the side of the road, behind a dirt slope.

Chen Jianqiu and Hanif also noticed,

There was an overturned carriage.

The horses pulling the carriage had gone somewhere. Not far from the carriage, a man was thrown down, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

They approached the overturned carriage.

Three men dismounted.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the man who fell on the ground and investigated the situation.

The man was dead, with a fatal wound on his back. The murderer was behind him and finished off the poor man with a double-barreled shotgun.

Next to his hand, dropped a gun, the bullets in the gun were empty.

Obviously, the deceased made some struggles before dying.

"Boss, come and take a look at this place!" Sean kicked an open empty box.

The words Wells Fargo are printed on the top of the box.

"This was a carriage transporting bank funds. He was robbed." Hanif looked at the marks on the ground and touched his beard. "There were at least three murderers."

"These people at the bank are so arrogant that they only sent him to transport it." He patted the dust on his hands, looked at the body, and shook his head.

"Let's leave as soon as possible." Chen Jianqiu put on his hat again and walked towards his horse.

However, at this time, three horses suddenly turned out from behind the hill.

When the people on the horse saw the scene in front of them, they immediately raised their guns and pointed them at Chen Jianqiu and the others.

"Hands up! Don't move! Police!"