America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 356 Assassination of the Presidential Candidate
Before President Arthur officially signed the "Pendleton Act" in 1883, that is, the "Civil Service Reform Act", the official employment system in the United States was a "fertilization system".

As former New York State Senator William Massey said: "The spoils belong to the winner."

Offices were treated as trophies, given back by rising politicians to those in their own party as gifts of support.

This system perfectly interprets the meaning of the four words "nepotism".

"We must face up to the corruption of our own government, and the reform of civil servants must continue! The selection of officials must pass strict assessments!"

In Union Square on 14th Street in New York.

The current governor of New York State and the only candidate for the Democratic Party in this election, Grover Cleveland, is delivering a speech to his supporters.

He was a tall man with a stern eye and a resolute character.

During his tenure, the governor was known for his straightforwardness, hard work and hard work.

At this time, it was snowing and the sky was clear, but the temperature was still very low.

The snow was shoveled into the corners of the square, and Cleveland supporters gathered in the center of the square.

The hot air exhaled from their mouths rose, forming a unique scenery.

Chen Jianqiu was wearing a mink fur coat and a beaver fur hat on his head, with his left and right hands crossed in his cuffs, looking like a nouveau riche.

He promised Astor the day before yesterday to come and take a look.

It happened that I had nothing to do today, so I walked through a few streets with Holiday and walked to Union Square.

Chen Jianqiu was not very interested in what Cleveland said.

If there is still some overlap between the Republican Party and him, he has not even met a few Democratic politicians.

He looked east and west.

"You really came!" Little Astor suddenly appeared behind Chen Jianqiu.

He was wearing gloves, playing with a silver lighter, dressed like a nobleman.

"By the way, did you fund his election?" Chen Jianqiu asked suddenly, taking the lighter from him.

Little Astor shook his head.

"Our family is a staunch supporter of the Republican Party. Still."

He made a silent gesture to Chen Jianqiu.

"From my personal point of view, I admire Mr. Cleveland very much, so I have a very good personal relationship with him."

He didn't say how much he paid, but it was obvious that he didn't pay less.

Isn't this just not going to put all your eggs in one basket?

Without his father's approval, how could little Astor get out a dime?
Chen Jianqiu didn't expose it, he just continued to observe the scene of the speech.

As the Democratic Party's No. [-] candidate and the current Governor of New York State.

Security at the speech site in Cleveland appeared to be in place.

Although no staff members in uniform appeared, Chen Jianqiu's eyes met several people in coats.

"Plain clothes in New York." Holiday whispered in Chen Jianqiu's ear, "We met them face to face when we first came to New York."

The law enforcement license of the Border Detective Agency in New York cost Chen Jianqiu a lot of money.

One of them ended up in the pockets of the NYPD gang.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly.

But the eyes of Chen Jianqiu and Huo Ledi fell on a person not far from the podium at the same time.

The man looked quite nervous, with his head down, caught in the crowd, and moved forward bit by bit.

His hands were always in his pockets, and he was still unwilling to take them out.

"That person" Huo Ledi had just finished speaking, but was stopped by Chen Jianqiu raising his hand.

Chen Jianqiu felt very strange.

No matter from which angle you look at it, if this person is an assassin, he is too amateurish.

Even if he didn't stop him, those plainclothes should be able to find him.

"Astor, how many presidents or presidential candidates have been assassinated in American history?"

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and asked.

Little Astor was obsessed with Cleveland's speech at this time, and didn't pay much attention to Chen Jianqiu's words for a while.

He replied casually: "Counting President Garfield who was killed at the train station a few years ago, there should be two; if he was not killed, three, President Jefferson escaped."

But he quickly reacted and patted Chen Jianqiu on the shoulder suddenly.

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and saw little Astor's face full of horror.

"Chen, why did you suddenly remember to ask this?"

Chen Jianqiu pouted in that person's direction.

Astor stared blankly.

Even if he is as dull as him, he can tell that there is something wrong with this person.

He was just about to open his mouth to shout loudly, but Chen Jianqiu grabbed his shoulders.

"Chen! Think of a way, or my hundreds of thousands of dollars will go to waste!"

Astor's shoulder was firmly held down by Chen Jianqiu, and he could only beg.

But Chen Jianqiu didn't pay attention to him, but looked elsewhere.

"Why are you panicking?" Holiday said on the side.

He pointed in the direction of the man.

Sure enough, there were several expressionless plainclothes men who were surrounding him in the direction of that person.

The police in New York also noticed this person.

The man had moved to the second row, only a few meters away from Cleveland, who was speaking.

His expression became more tense, and his lips began to tremble.

The footsteps of the plainclothes were getting faster and faster.

The person took a breath, seemed to have made up his mind, and raised his head abruptly.

His hand was drawn out of his pocket.

The plainclothes closest to him jumped forward and rushed towards him.

However, that person still completed the throwing action.

Something flew towards Cleveland, who was giving a speech.

Cleveland was talking at length, but still caught a glimpse of something flying towards him out of the corner of his eye.

An egg.

The governor of New York was agile and immediately dodged to avoid it.

His evasion action plus the throwing action deforms when the attacker is thrown.

The egg missed and landed on the Washington statue behind Cleveland.

The poor father of the country wet his pants, and the egg liquid flowed on his feet, giving off a foul smell.

The attacker had already been crushed by four or five plainclothes.

His head was pressed against his knees, and he let out a hysterical roar:

"Damn southerners, why do you deprive us of benefits!"

His jacket was ripped open, revealing the tram company uniform underneath.

A few months ago, Cleveland, as governor of New York State, had just vetoed a proposal to limit the working hours of streetcar company employees to twelve hours.

Although the expected gunshots did not sound, there was still some confusion at the scene.

Many people stretched their necks and looked in the direction of the accident.

Most of these people are Cleveland supporters.

When they saw the rotten eggs on Washington's statue, they became angry.

If the attacker hadn't been crushed under the crowd, he might have been beaten violently by these people.

Cleveland, who was attacked, looked in the direction of the attacker, thinking of what words to use to ease the embarrassment of being attacked.

Little Asi also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, it was a false alarm." He just wanted to pat Chen Jianqiu on the shoulder.

He was shocked to find that the person in front of him had disappeared.

Chen Jianqiu was walking towards the crowd on the other side, with his gloved hand hanging by his side, he was still playing with his lighter repeatedly.

Suddenly, he raised his arm, and the silver lighter in his hand flew out, past the ears of several people, and flew towards a man wearing a hat.

The man was pulling his hands out of his pockets.

And what he held in his hand was a revolver.

(End of this chapter)