America 1881: Legend of the West

Since Hanif arrived, Riley has felt much more at ease.

He spoke louder and his waist became stiffer.

He repeatedly asked Hanif to quickly take people to the workers to "solve the problem."

Hanif went to the Chinese workers.

Riley and the overseers watched from the hillside.

Those Chinese workers didn't do anything to him, and Hanif didn't do anything to the Chinese workers either.

After an hour of staring at each other with guns drawn, Hanif returned with the detectives.

"Mr. Hanif, why don't you take action?"

Riley asked in the log cabin office.

"I'm observing." Hanif poured himself a glass of water, "finding their weaknesses."

This is very mysterious.

Riley nodded in understanding.

Another week passed.

"Mr. Hanif, have you found the weakness?"

Riley ran out of the office and found Hanif standing on the hillside looking towards the direction where the Chinese workers lived.

"Can the telegraph machine at the mine be used?"

Hanif turned his head and looked at Riley seriously.

"It works, it works, why, is there anything I need to report to the outside world?" Riley asked.

"We need support," Hanif said solemnly.

"Support? Can't you and your people handle them?" Riley frowned.

"No, there are too many Chinese workers, and the people I brought here are not professional enough."

Hanif made the head-cutting gesture again.

"After all, this is a matter of operating a knife on the head."

Riley murmured inwardly.

Can't we just use a gun?

Oh, I definitely want to be a bit yin, so the impact may be smaller.

This mustache must be a professional in what he does, so it's better to watch it yourself.

Another week has passed.

Hanif first led the detectives around the residential area of ​​the Chinese workers, and then searched along the river.

He still didn't take action.

"Mr. Hanif, when will your people arrive?"

Riley really couldn't stand it any longer.

These twenty or so detectives stay here every day, eating and using their own food, but they still don't make any substantial moves.

"How many days has it been since the telegram was sent?" Hanif turned his head and asked a detective beside him.

"Report! Sent out a week ago!"

After hearing this, Hanif walked up to Riley and put his shoulder on his shoulder: "Come on, Mr. Riley, they should be arriving soon. It will take a while to get here from San Francisco."

Riley glanced at Hanif suspiciously.

Another week has passed.

"Mr. Hanif! I implore you to take action immediately. If you don't take action again, I will call the headquarters and sue you for breach of contract!"

Early that morning, after checking the supply warehouse at the mine, Riley rushed into Hanif's place.

These twenty or so people have completely eaten up the mine's warehouse.

He suppressed his anger and stared at Hanif intently, hoping that he would give him an explanation.

Hanif put down a romance novel in his hand and sat up from the bed.

He looked at the ceiling and thought for a moment, then said to Riley:

"I guess people should be able to arrive today."

"Hurry up, you have already eaten up the mine! I have to go around the river to the town to purchase!"

Riley was crying.

He also didn’t want to break up with Hanif.

First, it is up to them to resolve the strike; second, they really have guns in their hands.

"Why don't you go buy food first and we'll take action as soon as I arrive."

Hanif said to Riley confidently.

Riley didn't want to stay here for another minute, so he turned around and was about to walk out of the house, but was stopped by Hanif again.

"Is there anything else you can do? Mr. Hanif."

Hanif seemed to suddenly think of something and stretched out a finger: "Buy some meat. I haven't had a few meals of meat since I came to you."

Riley turned away.

He led a few people and drove the carriage out of No. 3 Mine.

Before leaving, he said to the supervisor: "Stay here and keep a close eye on them. If they arrive, go to work immediately!"

Riley took a long detour before arriving at Stone Spring.

The grain merchant in the town complained to him that business had been very bad recently, and the white miners had not come to him to buy flour or potatoes for a long time.

Riley had no time to think about these things, and had no intention of finding out the truth for himself.

He and his entourage drove the carriage back along the Beit River.

"Manager! Look!"

While Riley was sitting on the grain bag in a daze, one of his followers pointed to the other side of the river and exclaimed.

He looked in the direction pointed by his entourage.

A group of Chinese workers are walking in the direction of Mine No. 3 in small groups!

Riley rubbed his eyes.

Yes, it is indeed the direction of Mine No. 3.

Have they resumed work? !

He couldn't believe his eyes and was filled with curiosity.

What method did Hanif use to get the Chinese workers to give up the strike and return to the mines in such a short period of time?

What exactly do those professionals do? Is there such a power to turn decay into something magical?

He began to feel lucky that he didn't really break up with Hanif.

If that were the case, how embarrassing it would be now!

Riley suddenly remembered something.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" he shouted to his men who were driving.

"Manager, do you have any instructions?"

The men turned their heads and found that Riley's joy was beyond words.

"Turn around and go back to town! Let's buy some bacon!" Riley said.

By the time Riley and his purchasing convoy returned to Mine No. 3, it was already approaching noon.

Riley's carriage approached the mouth of the mine.

He found that Chinese workers lined up outside the mine.

"What are you doing? What are you doing in line? Why don't you go back to your post?" Riley jumped out of the carriage.

He felt vaguely that something was wrong.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

After passing through a group of Chinese workers queuing up, Riley finally arrived at the gate of Mine No. 3.

The sight before him stunned him.

There are five or six chairs placed in the open space at the entrance of the mine.

Sitting on each chair was a Chinese worker, and behind each of them stood a barber.

Each of them held a pair of scissors in their hands, cutting off the braids on the backs of the Chinese workers' heads, and trimming them slightly afterward.

The Chinese workers sitting on the chairs had different expressions.

Some were dull, some looked reluctant, and some were slightly excited.

Hanif and the detectives from the Border Detective Agency were watching the excitement with their arms crossed.

Hanif kept pointing.

"What are you doing!" Riley roared.

The barbers stopped what they were doing and looked at Riley together with the Chinese workers.

"Keep cutting, keep cutting." Hanif waved to the barber.

The work of cutting braids continued, with everyone selectively ignoring Riley and the mine workers.

Hanif walked up to Riley and frowned:

"What are you yelling about? Can't you see we are busy?"

"The action you're talking about is to cut the braids of these Chinese workers?!" Riley's eyes widened.

"That's right." Hanif made a head-cutting gesture, "Let's use a knife on the head."

"These are the backups you called for?!" Riley pointed at the barbers.

"Yes, there are too many Chinese workers. Although I have a few detectives who are capable, I still want to call in a few more professionals." Hanif began to introduce Riley, "Look, the one on the far left is Teacher Tony. , he is usually in Salt Lake City."

Hanif was still talking about Riley, but the manager couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Why?" Riley asked.

"Huh?" Hanif was interrupted, and he looked at Riley with confusion.

"I mean, why did you cut their braids?" Riley looked gloomy.

"Oh, you don't understand this. According to my observation, the braids are the spiritual support of these Chinese workers. Once their braids are cut off, they will become walking zombies. By then, let alone the strike, hey."

It was Chen Jianqiu's idea to cut the braids of these Chinese workers.

Ever since he came to Shiquan Town, he had been unhappy with the braids on the back of these people's heads.

So this time, he planned to remove all the "pig tails" from the back of these people's heads.

Some miners, like Chen Jianqiu, had already cut their hair short, so they naturally welcomed him with both hands.

Some people are different. They plan to return to China after making money. If they go back without this braid, they may not be able to save their heads.

Chen Jianqiu did not force himself on these people.

He would give these people a fare and send them back across the ocean.

But most young miners are still willing to accept it.

They now trust Chen Jianqiu very much, and Boss Chen will definitely not give them a hard time.

"That's enough! Stop your drama!"

Riley exploded again.

He couldn't believe Hanif's nonsense at all, and only thought that he was simply passive and slacking off.

The coal mine manager stared at Hanif fiercely:

"You just wait to be prosecuted."