America 1881: Legend of the West

As expected, they didn't even wait until the two people's work was over.

The overseer came again.

This time they were taken directly to the manager's office.

Because the manager had a separate appointment in the evening, he couldn't wait for them that late.

the two were told.

They were both fired for being AWOL.

At the same time, don’t even think about this month’s salary.

In a word, get out of here.

Holly surprisingly said nothing, but Hunter kept pleading.

However, it was of no use.

The manager was busy arranging his dress and didn't even want to look at them.

The two men soon stood at the gate of the explosives factory.

The setting sun shone on the faces of the two people.

This was the first time either of them had left work while it was still dark.

"It's over~"

Hunter burst into tears.

"It's okay, I'm with you." Holly comforted.

"Moody, thank you very much for treating my son's injury. I have caused trouble for you."

Hunter sighed, a little apologetically.

But now he's more worried about himself.

I was thinking about how to spend this month.

My son's hand was injured and he will definitely be unable to work.

I also lost my job.

I'm afraid I won't be able to make it through the end of the month just by relying on my wife's meager salary.

The economy has not been good in the past two years, and jobs are not easy to find. If it really doesn't work out, I can only try my luck on the dock.

"Hunter, please go home quickly and see your son." Holly said, "I will go to your house to find you later."

"how about you?"

"Let me take a walk and relax." Holly waved his hand at Hunter, indicating that he should go home quickly.

After saying goodbye to Hunter at the entrance of the factory, Holly began to circle around the outer wall of the explosives factory.

So far, nothing is much different from what Boss Chen expected.

Originally, he planned to do something on his own, but he didn't expect that he would get involved with Hunter.

In this era, factories do so many impersonal things that there is no need to design them specially.

In this case, according to Boss Chen and Hanif's plan, what will happen next

Holly walked around the factory several times.

The person who was supposed to show up still didn't show up.

Just as he was about to leave, a man wearing a gray overalls and a newsboy cap walked towards him from a short distance away.

"Are you Mr. Moody?" the man stopped him.

"Well, I am." Holly glanced at the man, a little confused, "Who are you?"

"I am the secretary of the Knights of Labor. My name is Khalil Bader. You can just call me Bader." The man briefly introduced himself.

"What's the matter?" Holly asked, but suddenly realized that he seemed to be a little too polite.

He changed his tone.

"I mean, if you have anything to say, tell me quickly, I'm very annoyed now!"

"Please come with me."

"Why should I follow you? What the hell is the Knights of Labor?" Holly said angrily.

"We are a trade union organization." Bader was very patient and "willing to serve all the workers who have been wronged."

Holly's expression relaxed and he followed Bede towards the city of San Francisco not far away.

"We already know everything about you." Bede said to Holly as he walked away.

Holly didn't ask how Bader got the news.

The Knights sent people everywhere to keep an eye on these factories in California, ready to find reasons to recruit new members at any time.

The two came to a small, low house.

Bede pushed open the door.

There was no one inside, but there were all kinds of messy things piled on the table.

"This is a point for the Knights. Everyone else has gone to prepare for the evening meeting."

Bede cleared a table and came out, and he and Holly sat down at the table.

"At night? Is there anyone attending tonight?" Holly was a little confused.

According to the intensity of work in the factory here, the workers basically fall asleep when they get home, so they don't have the time to attend these gatherings.

"Some, some, they are all the backbones and newcomers. For the happiness of the worker brothers, we are willing to sleep less."

"How come no one has ever taken me under my wing?" Holly showed a trace of dissatisfaction on his face. "I have been working in this factory for such a long time and no one has ever mentioned your organization to me."

"Isn't this what I brought you here today?" Bader seemed very patient. "The main reason is that your factory has always been under the jurisdiction of the California Workers' Party, and their union has more control."

Holly looked like he was suddenly enlightened.

But then, he began to ask relentlessly: "Then what is your relationship with the California Workers' Party?"

"We are both labor unions, but there is a slight difference in our philosophy." Bader explained, "We take a longer-term view than they do."

"Of course, most of the time, we fight side by side."

Holly ignored how hydrated he was "most of the time" and looked around the house like a curious baby.

"Don't you have to go to work? Aren't you workers?" he asked suddenly.

Bede was almost pissed off by the unique angle of the young man in front of him.

"I'm a worker! I'm working right now! I get paid!"

Bader uses three emphatic moods and three "I's" in a row.

He suddenly realized that if he continued to talk to this young man like this, there would be no end.

"Let's get down to business," he said.

"We hope that at the evening rally, you and Mr. Hunter can come out to rally as representatives of the injured workers." Bader stated his purpose.

"Telling about your own experience? Complaining about the inhumanity of the factory?" Holly raised his eyebrows.

"Well, to be precise, that's right." Bede was a little overjoyed. He didn't expect Holly's understanding to be so high. "After attending the rally, if you are willing, you will be a member of the Knights of Labor."

"Okay! That's great!" Holly beamed.

He stood up and stepped on the stool with one foot. His whole body exuded the energy and vigor of a young man.

"Are you going to avoid being bullied if you mention the name of the Knights of Labor in the future?" Holly looked at Bede with a smile.

Bede looked at Holly's innocent face and nodded: "Yes, no one dares to mess with you."

"Okay, then I'll go find Hunter."

Holly got off the stool, spread his legs and was about to run out the door, but was caught by Bede:

"Don't worry, we will also film other people going to his place. Let me teach you how to say it at night."

After saying that, Bede took out a manuscript from his arms.

"I don't know many words, Mr. Bede." Holly scratched his head and said.

"It's okay. I'll recite one sentence now and you can remember it." Bede was already prepared.

Most of the previous worker representatives could not read or knew very little.

He has experience.

In Bader's manuscript, he mainly said that he hoped that the worker brothers would unite and use the peaceful method of strike to fight for their own interests.

He is steady and his narration is bland.

However, after reading for a while, Bede found that the young man jumping up and down in front of him seemed a little absent-minded.

"Mr. Moody, do you really remember it?" After reading it, Bede asked with some confusion and worry.

"No problem!" Holly patted his chest, looking confident. "Although I haven't read much, my memory is very strong. I can remember everything others have said."

Beide agreed dubiously.

Spent a few more hours in the cabin until nearly midnight.

Bader looked at the clock and then gestured to Holly:

"Let's go, let's go to the rally."