America 1881: Legend of the West

Chapter 396 People! We need more people!

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the telegram and then at Abiot.

"What position does he now hold in the Knights of Labor?"

"Well, Hanif said, he is now the vice president of the California chapter."

Abiot said.

Chen Jianqiu touched his nose:

"How long has he been involved with the Knights of Labor?"

Abiot counted on his fingers and frowned:

"It seems like only half a year."

hiss~

Chen Jianqiu scratched his hair.

Okay, how did this guy go from being an assistant to becoming the vice president in half a year?

Regarding this issue, Holly, who was sitting in the office of the Knights of Labor at this time, was also a little confused.

The day after he joined the Knights of Labor, the bearded Cronin pulled him to the tallest bell tower in San Francisco:

"Little Moody, tell me, what are we going to do by forming the Knights of Labor?"

The bearded man looked down at the San Francisco in front of him, took a deep breath, and felt like he was swallowing mountains and rivers.

"Fight for the interests of our worker brothers!"

Holly answered without thinking.

"Yes, if you don't give them benefits, they won't follow you. So, how can we benefit them? Why should we negotiate with those capitalists?"

The bearded man is good at teaching.

Holly paused, then replied:

"We,, want more people?"

"That's right." The bearded man was very satisfied with Holly's answer. "Only when there are more people on hand can the words have weight."

"The more weight you speak, the more people will follow you."

The bearded man began to gradually show his ambition. He pointed at the hurried pedestrians and carriages below, as well as the row upon row of buildings.

"Uh, why, why?" Holly asked subconsciously, feeling uncomfortable.

"Why?" The bearded man didn't understand.

"Well, what I mean is, if you follow more people, don't you become a representative of their will? After all, isn't it also a microphone?" Holly added to his doubts.

"No, no, no, most of them are blind and follow the crowd. You need to guide them according to your own needs." The bearded man was like a teacher teaching his students, "In that case, they will be your strength."

"When there are more people, it will be easier to get things done. When the time comes, you can choose to use more extreme methods to achieve your goals."

The bearded man suddenly felt that he had said a little too much, and he slapped his head: "Hey, why am I telling you so much?"

He patted Holly on the shoulder:

"Moody, I am very optimistic about you. You are as passionate as me. In this state, it is easiest to gain an audience."

“So, now, go get people and get more people to join the California Knights of Labor!”

So, in the next period of time, the only job Holly did was to recruit people.

According to the original provisions of the Knights of Labor, the main target of development was workers.

However, at this time, California was filled with various union organizations.

In addition to the two larger organizations of Dennis Kearney's California Workers' Party and Cronin's Knights of Labor, there were various other small, evil organizations.

These organizations have their own territory.

For example, the California dynamite factory where Hawley worked was the territory of the Workers' Party.

The Knights of Labor were causing trouble on their land and even pulled two people away. Dennis was very unhappy.

This makes him, the spiritual leader of the California labor movement, very embarrassed.

For this reason, he even led a large group of people to the door of Big Beard's house to ask for an explanation.

Unexpectedly, the bearded man breathed out of his nostrils and his attitude was extremely arrogant.

He looked down on Dennis at all.

In his words.

If Dennis, who led the workers to storm Chinatown ten years ago, was still a man, he is a softie now.

"Moody and Hunter have been fired by the explosives factory a long time ago. They are not considered employees of the explosives factory. You'd better not make trouble."

Big Beard said so.

After saying that, he turned around and walked into his cabin, giving Dennis a shut-in.

Holly first went to the streets near the factory to recruit people.

But the effect is very poor.

As a result, I waited until almost midnight every time.

Those workers had to work sixteen or seventeen hours a day, and when they came out they were listless, and no one was even willing to talk to him.

"Hey, kid, I heard Bruce say that you've been here to recruit people these past two days?"

A strong man wearing overalls appeared in front of Holly.

Behind him were a group of people dressed similarly to him.

At this time, Holly was leaning against the wall, staring blankly at the poor print in his hand.

He looked these people up and down.

These guys are not good people, and they seem to have something hidden up their sleeves.

Either a wrench or a hammer.

People who work normally will not be here at this time, and the factory will not allow them to take their tools out of the factory.

Holly said nothing.

Seeing that Holly didn't reply, the strong man pressed his knuckles:

"Don't you know that this is the territory of the San Francisco Federation of Workers? How desperate are you to think that you would choose to rob people from us?"

He turned around and faced his companions:

"Brothers, if this kid doesn't follow the path, let us give him color."

Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder by someone next to him:

"Boss, that kid ran away!"

The strong man turned his head quickly.

There was no sign of Holly behind him, only a pile of leaflets from the Knights of Labor scattered on the ground.

Although he was a little embarrassed, this incident still gave Holly an epiphany.

What is sown is not so quickly reaped.

Isn't it just to attract people?

If other workers' organizations are annexed in a "reasonable" way, won't there be people left?

He cannot do this kind of thing alone.

So, on a dark and windy night, he approached Hanif.

After hearing Holly's idea, Hanif was very supportive.

"Okay, for the long-term stability of San Francisco, it is time to punish these lawless hooligans."

He said righteously.

Holly tilted his head and looked at him: "Hanif, I think you should be the police chief of San Francisco."

Hanif straightened his clothes: "As a citizen who has settled down in San Francisco, this is a sense of responsibility."

Two days later, at the San Francisco Federation of Workers offices.

It's said to be an office, but it's actually just a short and small dilapidated wooden house.

The strong man was bragging and chatting with his companions.

"Hey, brothers, our funds for this month have arrived again." The strong man took a sip of wine and said mysteriously to his companions.

"Mr. Chris said that as long as we can get the workers in the factory not to participate in the workers' party's joint strike, he will add dozens of dollars more this month."

The strong man kicked the wine bottles under the table, looking quite proud.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

A group of people dressed as workers rushed in, led by a young man.

"Don't you dare kick my fucking door in?"

The strong man jumped up from his chair.

His companions also picked up useful things around them, such as chairs, stools, wrenches, etc.

They rushed towards the door in a swarm, ready to teach these uninvited guests a lesson.

Then they stepped back.

Because everyone on the other side has a gun in their hand.

"Hey, remember me, brother?" Golden Retriever pointed the gun in his hand at the strong man and looked at him with a smile, "We are all workers of the Knights of Labor."

The strong man looked confused and cursed in his heart.

Damn it, every worker in the Knights has a gun? What about the liar?

Golden Retriever walked up to him and pointed a gun at his head.

"I declare that starting today, the San Francisco United Workers Party ceases to exist, and all affiliated members, including workers, will be merged into the Knights of Labor!"

"You fart! You don't have all your hair, what are you dreaming about?"

The strong man was cursing. He didn't believe that the people in front of him dared to shoot.

"bang"

A wine bottle exploded on the strong man's head.

The strong man was dizzy, and the wine mixed with blood flowed from his head down his forehead.

Holly threw away the remains of the bottle in his hand and picked up a new bottle from under the table.

This bottle is full, and the weight is different from the one just now.

"A tough guy, right?" Holly looked at the strong man's confused eyes.

"Boom"

Another bottle was swung down.

This time, the bottle did not break, but was firmly swung on the strong man's head.

The strong man fainted and fell to the ground without saying a word.