America 1881: Legend of the West

Seeing the governor and Chen Jianqiu running downstairs one after another, the remaining businessmen and mayor on the bell tower platform knew they had to run away no matter how slow they reacted.

They scrambled towards the stairs.

However, the stairway is extremely narrow, with no more than one person allowed to pass side by side at a time.

None of these wealthy businessmen want to be left behind.

So a wrestling contest began at the top of the stairs.

Everyone knows that if you leave late, you will most likely be caught by the angry workers.

A beating is inevitable.

If the situation gets out of hand, it is not impossible to have the street light hung off.

These wealthy businessmen have a clear understanding of what they do on a daily basis.

Who doesn’t have something dirty on their hands?

They are usually full of fat from eating, and now they are fighting for the entrance of the corridor.

For a moment, he was on his back, showing off all kinds of ugliness. He was no longer the gentleman he used to be.

"Robert! You bastard. My sister is your mother after all. Is this how you treat your uncle?" An older timber merchant was shouldered by another fat man and sat down on the ground, cursing.

The latter didn't even look at the old man, and went down the stairs with a bang.

He took the lead and was the first to rush to the first floor.

Then, the fat man was dumbfounded.

"Where's my carriage?"

He rushed out of the door, stood in the street looking around blankly, and shouted loudly.

"The carriage! The carriage!"

But no one responded to him.

The carriage and the driver disappeared.

The wealthy businessmen behind him also ran to the door one after another.

They faced the same predicament as the fat man, and the carriage they were riding in did not know where to go.

"These bastards won't abandon us and run away, right?" Eugene Dupont, the owner of the California Explosives Factory, cursed.

But now is not the time to think about such things.

Because from the other end of the street, the shouts of the parade came.

The leading San Francisco police force appeared at the corner.

They saw helpless wealthy business owners standing on the street.

"There they are!" a policeman pointed in the direction of the wealthy businessmen and shouted.

The policemen instantly changed from walking to running, and rushed over in a swarm.

"Don't let the mayor and governor go! They want to kill us! Let's ask them for an explanation!"

When the wealthy businessmen saw this, they didn't care about the carriage or not, so they ran away.

This group of people usually lives a pampered life, with people waiting on them when they come in and out. How can they outrun the police who are chasing criminals all year round and the workers who are always working.

Soon several "crane tails" were caught up.

"Where are the mayor and governor? Tell me quickly!" the workers pressed these people to the ground and shouted.

"You are violating the laws of California by doing this, and you will be severely punished by the law!" The fat man who was the first to go downstairs just tried to maintain his image.

A group of workers swarmed up and pinned the fat man down.

"Why didn't you talk about the law when you asked me to deduct my working hours? Why didn't you talk about the law when you asked the supervisor to beat me?" A lumberjack cursed while beating me.

After leaving a bunch of people to "entertain" these guys who usually work for power, Duncan led the vanguard and continued to pursue.

Eugene Dupont was panicked.

He cursed the governor a thousand times in his mind.

He was staying well at the DuPont headquarters in Delaware, but the old bastard insisted on sending a telegram to call him over from the east.

Did he cross the entire United States just to get beaten?

Besides, what does it have to do with the Governor and Pinkerton to set things up? He was not involved in the decision-making at all!

However, thinking this way, Eugene Dupont did not dare to stop and explain to the workers.

The union knew very well that workers were killed when an explosives factory blew up and no compensation was paid. The young labor leader who gave a speech in the square came from a California explosives factory.

If he is caught, he will definitely get nothing good.

Even if the street lights aren't hung, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape if I'm dragged along the street.

Thinking of this, Eugene turned his head involuntarily.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't look back, it almost killed half of his life.

The workers and policemen who were chasing him the most were less than a hundred meters away from him.

Eugene burst out with amazing strength from nowhere, lowered his head and started to accelerate again, running forward.

Even if he has run away with a good leather shoe.

However, Eugene knew that he was approaching the end of his strength.

He was sweating profusely and panting, and the top two buttons of his shirt had collapsed at some point.

If he keeps running all the way, he will be caught up sooner or later.

"This way! This way!"

Suddenly, a voice came from in front of him.

When Eugene looked up, he found Chen Jianqiu running slowly in front of him and waving to him.

Eugene followed Chen Jianqiu into an alley, turned another corner, and then stopped.

"Chen, Mr. Chen, you, haven't you left a long time ago?" Eugene panted heavily, holding his knees with both hands, and asked.

"I'm not good at running." Chen Jianqiu replied seriously.

He just finished speaking.

Another voice came from the alley.

"Go in and take a look. I think I saw those two people entering this alley."

"Why are you stunned? Run away!"

Chen Jianqiu started running again.

Eugene had no choice but to follow him.

While running, Chen Jianqiu suddenly stopped.

When he braked, Eugene from behind almost hit him.

"What's wrong, Mr. Chen? Yue~" Eugene bent down, holding on to the wooden wall that was half the height of a person beside him, and began to retching.

"It seems that someone is coming from the opposite side." Chen Jianqiu pointed directly in front of them.

Eugene struggled to raise his head.

There was indeed a group of workers coming towards them from the opposite side.

Some of these workers, some of whom he knew, were workers at his California explosives plant.

If the policemen and workers who were chasing him just now might have let him go if they didn't know the situation, these people would never let him go.

The voices behind him were getting closer.

Eugene was desperate.

There are obstacles in front and pursuers behind. Blocked at both ends, there is no way to escape.

"Mr. Chen, we are finished." He looked at Chen Jianqiu.

But Chen Jianqiu suddenly smiled evilly at him.

He jumped up on the spot, grabbed the upper edge of the wall around him with his hands, then did a pull-up, and climbed up to the top of the wooden wall.

"I'm leaving first, bye!" Chen Jianqiu waved goodbye to Eugene, and then disappeared from the wall with a "whoosh".

Eugene was dumbfounded.

Is this a unique innate skill of Chinese businessmen? Why does it seem like climbing a wall is easier than drinking water?

"Chen, Boss Chen! You, take me with you!" Eugene shouted towards the empty wall.

No one responded to him.

Eugene looked at the workers who had surrounded him:

"You, wait a minute, I, I have something to say."

Before he could say anything, seven or eight big men had already pinned him to the ground.

The governor was the only one to escape the scene in a carriage.

At this time, he was already on his way to the militia station outside the city.

I didn't expect that after being away from the army for so long, I would still have the opportunity to command the troops again to put down the riots.

Although they were California militiamen, their opponents were not Dixie or Indians, they were just a mob.

Thinking of this, the governor got out of the carriage and looked behind him.

"Just wait for me, I'll make you bleed like a river later!"

However, when he arrived at the militia's assembly point, he was stunned by what he saw.

The militiamen were busy with their own affairs, some were bragging, some were playing cards around the barrels in the camp, and some simply lay on the ground and dozed off.

"Didn't I ask you to gather into the city? What are you doing?" the governor asked angrily, "Who is your commander? If you were soldiers under me, I would have kicked your butts one by one! "

"Stop whining, you don't even have bullets. What kind of war are you fighting? What kind of riots are you putting down?" A militiaman held his gun and lazily said to the governor.

It turned out that since the morning, the team that Chen Jianqiu promised to deliver bullets had not appeared in the camp at all.

"What about your own bullets? Don't you have any bullets yourself?" The governor asked eagerly, regardless of the reason for the lack of ammunition.

"It's a joke. When we assemble, we talk about firing bullets, so who will bring their own bullets? Doesn't it cost money?" The militiaman still looked half-dead.

He was even a little impatient: "Sir, if nothing happens, please announce our disbandment immediately. I have to go back to fishing."

It seems that many of the militiamen in the camp hold similar views to him.

The governor suddenly found that his dream was shattered.

Forget about quelling the riot now, his own personal safety will become a problem.

This feeling is really terrible!