America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 260 The Island of San Francisco Harbor

"Young master, hurry up and leave this place to us." Huang Qingyun glanced at the sauerkraut jar that had been kicked over at the gate of the yard and the little blood left by the yellow hair on the ground.

He also didn't care about hiding Chen Jianqiu's identity, and said directly to Chen Jianqiu.

But the other people around, except for a few TPJ veterans with twinkling eyes, the others don't quite understand what this "young master" deserves.

However, Chen Jianqiu had no intention of leaving immediately.

"Where is the location of their union?" He looked at He Sanshui.

Everyone looked at each other.

What is this man up to?This is San Francisco, a place that is extremely unfriendly to Chinese.

Huang Qingyun was also in a hurry, but he said that Chen Jianqiu was young and energetic, and couldn't swallow this breath, so he could only persuasion: "Young master, don't be willful."

It's okay to let him fight this old life, but the young master can't make any mistakes.

That was the second lady who left her alone on her deathbed.

"Don't worry, I have a measure." Chen Jianqiu said calmly, "I'll just ask."

Everyone was stunned again.

Is this a matter of proportion?The trade unions have guns!

He took a deep breath: "Young master, otherwise we will go with you."

"No, you just stay here, what should you do?" Chen Jianqiu shook his head, "Besides, I didn't say I was going there."

Huang Qingyun's hanging heart fell.

He asked people to help the injured little Liuzi to the side to rest, and asked the doctor to continue splinting Xiaoliuzi's broken arm.

And he and Chen Jianqiu returned to their rooms one after another.

"Where did I just say?" Chen Jianqiu sat back on the chair.

"Oh, young master, you seem to say that you need me to do something." Huang Qingyun was a little absent-minded, he thought for a while, and said.

"Well, I came here this time to recruit some capable people." Chen Jianqiu said, "I have some industries in Roswell and need some workers. This is also the purpose of my going to Ningyang Guild Hall today."

"It's just that I seem to have gone to the wrong place. Mr. Huang Tong of Ningyang doesn't seem to be willing to help." Chen Jianqiu crossed his fingers and put them in front of him.

When Huang Qingyun heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the uneasiness just now disappeared.

His own young master is so powerful. In just one year, he has already established an estate in the United States. He is really young and promising.

"In San Francisco, the highest institution for the Chinese is the Chinese General Assembly Hall, which consists of seven halls, namely Ningyang, Zhaoqing, Hehe, Gangzhou, Yanghe, Sanyi, and Renhe. Among them, the Ningyang Hall is the largest. , so far it has nearly 3 members.”

Huang Qingyun introduced the situation of these guild halls in San Francisco to Chen Jianqiu: "In the Ningyang guild hall, Huang and Li are the surnames. Safety."

Chen Jianqiu nodded: "Well, I've heard that it's not easy for them."

"Although I am also a member of the Ningyang guild hall, I have to say something." Huang Qingyun continued, "The composition of the guild hall is mainly composed of Cantonese fellow villagers. It’s hard to protect Chinese workers well.”

"It's difficult, young master. Everyone is hugging to keep warm here. If you want to pull people away, I'm afraid it won't be that easy." Huang Qingyun sighed, "I'll find a way to help you contact other guild halls."

"No, I won't force this kind of thing. Help me gather people who live outside Chinatown and are willing to go with us, and then find a way to send them to the train. I will start in Albuquerque, New Mexico. K wait for them."

"They will be very dangerous in the future."

Chen Jianqiu took out three gold bars from his pocket and handed them to Huang Qingyun: "I will trouble you, Uncle Huang, for the train ticket and the board and lodging on the way."

Huang Qingyun nodded again and again: "Okay, this is simple, after sending them away, I will follow."

However, Chen Jianqiu didn't say a word.

"What? Young Master, do you think I'm old and don't want to have me?"

Huang Qingyun was a little anxious. He rolled up his sleeves and patted his biceps. Under his bronzed skin, the veins bulged.

"I can still eat a few big bowls of rice for a meal, and I still have a lot of strength!"

"No, Uncle Huang, you misunderstood, you have more important matters." Chen Jianqiu walked to Huang Qingyun's side and pulled up his sleeves for him.

"You need to stay here for a while." He looked out the window. "Soon, some Chinese laborers will come on the ship one after another, but they will all be repatriated. Even if they stay, it will be difficult to be hired."

"I hope you can help me find a way to send them to Roswell." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the roster, "The Chinese Mutual Aid Association cannot fail. This place will be an isolated island. It will be very difficult."

"Don't worry, no matter how difficult it is, I will definitely persevere." Huang Qingyun looked resolute.

"Well, I will leave a batch of guns and ammunition for you, and I will ship some over in a while." Chen Jianqiu suddenly smiled, "Anyway, I don't lack these now."

Huang Qingyun's expression was a little complicated, with a hint of surprise and worry.

"Wouldn't that give them an excuse? If we did have guns, wouldn't they drive us even harder?"

The smile on Chen Jianqiu's face became wider.

"I know these rulers and enforcers in the West better than you do."

"The Chinese are just chips on their table. If they really want to expel you, they will never lack a reason. If you don't have a gun, you will just be slaughtered, and you don't even have the qualifications to be a chip."

"Guns, there are many uses."

Huang Qingyun didn't fully understand what Chen Jianqiu meant, but he still nodded.

As a warrior who was born and died, he and his people would not be afraid of bloodshed.

Chen Jianqiu and Huang Qingyun chatted in the room all afternoon.

During the period, the old producer still looked out of the window from time to time.

He was careful that the yellow hair would come back to cause trouble, so he could let the young master leave as soon as possible.

But this afternoon, it was calm outside and no one came.

Actually Huangmao didn't want to come
He was scolded.

When he was covering his head, he returned to the union office with a few sailors, ready to shake people over.

He happened to meet the leader of the union and the leader of the California Workers Party, the Irishman Dennis Carney.

The initiator of many anti-Chinese movements in California, when he saw Huang Mao's appearance, he suddenly became angry.

"The bill has been passed by the Senate and the House of Representatives two months ago. According to my information, it should be two days before the president signed it. Can you stop making trouble for me?" Carney frowned.

The Chinese is a card, his bargaining chip, and it will be effective only if it is played at the right time.

At this juncture, he does not accept any uncontrolled behavior that leads to extra problems.

The riots he orchestrated against Chinatown a few years ago did gain him enormous popularity among white workers, but it also earned him the label of an agitator.

But Huang Mao didn't understand the leader's mind. He covered his head and wailed, "But those Chinese laborers are still working on the dock."

"They're leaving!" Carney finally couldn't stand his subordinates, "Can you use your pig's brain more, and won't you go to the police?"

The police in San Francisco have always turned a blind eye to their brutality.

If a Chinese man and a white man got into a fight on the street, both of them would be arrested.

Then, after the verdict of the jury and the court, the whites will be acquitted, while the Chinese will be detained or directly deported.

Huang Mao was so scolded that he couldn't lift his head up.

He quit the union's office.

However, he had absolutely no intention of calling the police.

In his dictionary, seeking help from the police is a disgrace.

He intended to settle the matter himself at night, when the leader was away.

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