America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 360 Don't Be the Silence of the Lambs
Wang Qingfu rolled up the things on the stall, threw them into a small trolley, and then prepared to return the table to the waiter in the restaurant behind him.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at it: "Pick up the important ones and take them, and don't need the others."

Wang Qingfu was stunned for a moment, then picked up the pen that fell on the ground, thought for a while, found a few pieces of paper, wrapped the inkstone, and put it in a bag.

The two stepped over Rogue who was still rolling on the ground, and walked towards the outside of Chinatown.

"Boss Chen, do you know "Mei Hua Xin Bao" in the west?"

Wang Qingfu asked while following behind Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu didn't know this person at first, but he heard a few Chinese businessmen from the east mention it in Roswell.

There is a man named Wang Qingfu, who has been giving speeches all over the country since a few years ago, promoting the idea of ​​equal rights for Chinese people, and speaking out for the rights and interests of Chinese people in the United States!
However, from the attitudes of those businessmen, Chen Jianqiu could clearly feel that the business had nothing to do with him.

"Businessmen should earn the money they should earn, so why meddle in foreigners' business?"

A businessman said this to Chen Jianqiu.

As for the uneducated Chinese laborers, listening to the lectures was just to join in the fun, and most of them looked dazed.

One can imagine how desperate Wang Qingfu was when he saw the reaction of these people in the audience.

"Aren't you running a newspaper? Why did you end up as a street vendor in Chinatown?" Chen Jianqiu asked a little puzzled.

"It's hard to say!" Wang Qingfu sighed.

"Then find a place to sit down and talk slowly." Chen Jianqiu pointed to a cafe in front of him and said.

The two entered the cafe.

They found a window seat and sat down.

At first, the waiter was a little displeased when he saw two Chinese came in and took the best seats.

But after he looked at the beaver fur hat in Chen Jianqiu's hand and the tip slapped on the table, he ran over in a hurry.

"I've been sued." Wang Qingfu took the coffee from the waiter and politely said "Thank you".

"What charges?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Slander, some New Yorkers feel that I have discredited their image in the newspaper." Wang Qingfu frowned, "Besides, the newspaper has no funds, so it closed down."

Chen Jianqiu thought of the few New York newspapers he had read in the past two days.

The "New York World", including the Pulitzer, has a large page full of gossip and small yellow articles.

He had discussed this issue with Pulitzer.

The quality of this newspaper is like toilet paper.

However, the answer Pulitzer gave him opened his eyes:

"That's right. Newspapers are what people read when they go to the toilet. What is it if it's not toilet paper? Besides, if you don't write little pornographic articles, how can you get sales?"

Therefore, the newspaper run by Wang Fuqing basically has no possibility of surviving without financial support.

"I heard people say, didn't you work in the customs of the Qing court before? Didn't you save some money?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"To tell you the truth, I am a prisoner who fled to America."

"I organized an anti-Qing organization and purchased a batch of firearms from abroad through overseas relations."

"But the batch of weapons was discovered by the customs when they were transported back to China. I had to flee to the United States. All my property was lost. Even the money to run the newspaper was scraped together."

Wang Fuqing was very frank, he knew everything and said everything.

"Why did you tell me this?" Chen Jianqiu asked him with a smile, "What if I'm an eagle dog of the Qing court?"

"One reason is because I'm an American citizen now, and the Qing Dynasty gang dared not do anything to me; the second reason is that I found that you don't have braids on the back of your head."

Wang Qingfu looked at Chen Jianqiu very sincerely.

"I heard some news about you. You built a factory on the western border, where the Chinese were employed by you and worked for you. Presumably, the braids in your heart have also been cut off."

"Not worth mentioning." Chen Jianqiu smiled.

It seems that the low-key behavior was not in vain. The colleagues in the news circles in the east did not know that there was a Chinese town with thousands of people there.

"I really hope there are more people like you." Wang Qingfu sighed.

"After the bill came out, I have been thinking about this question, why this bill was passed in Congress." Wang Fuqing took a sip of coffee and said to Chen Jianqiu.

"Then what do you think is the reason?" Chen Jianqiu looked at Wang Qingfu playfully.

"I think it's because Chinese people in the United States are used to self-isolation, not participating in politics, not discussing politics."

Wang Qingfu leaned forward slightly, expressing his thoughts to Chen Jianqiu.

"If you don't vote, or don't want to vote, they'll see you as a creep. When you show up at the ballot box, you'll be seen as a human being, you'll be called a brother, you'll be given cigarettes, whiskey and beer .”

"I know that the total number of Chinese in the United States is not large, but if this kind of effort starts earlier, maybe we won't be so passive now."

He looked at Chen Jianqiu with hot eyes.

"Qingfu, have you ever thought about what caused this situation to happen? Who made our compatriots so closed and ignorant?"

Chen Jianqiu looked out the window.

"The people's wisdom is not yet developed, Qingfu."

Wang Qingfu was silent.

The two began to drink their respective coffees without speaking.

The warm winter sun shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There were more and more people in the cafe, and the English with various accents surrounded the two of them.

"Go and regroup the people from your past newspaper office." Chen Jianqiu put down the coffee cup in his hand, and said suddenly, "You don't have to worry about money, just do what you should do."

Wang Qingfu was in a daze, when he heard Chen Jianqiu's words, he heard the sound of a fairy.

Chen Jianqiu's eyes fell on him again.

The self-government system of the United States determines that no ethnic group will fight for the rights and interests of other ethnic groups for free like angels.

A group that does not participate, does not fight, and does not go up to fight for its own interests, will inevitably suffer interests in the distribution of interests!

"Continue to speak up! Try to wake up more people." Chen Jianqiu said,

"In addition, I want you to find more awakened people. My school in Roswell needs you to help me find better Chinese teachers."

Wang Qingfu nodded again and again: "Then what is the name of the new newspaper?"

"You decide the name yourself."

"How about "Huayang Xinbao"?"

Chen Jianqiu nodded slightly, indicating that the name of the newspaper is not a big problem.

"In addition, I need you to do one more thing." Chen Jianqiu said.

"But it doesn't matter."

Chen Jianqiu handed him a card.

"No. 34 Bell Street?" Wang Qingfu looked at the address on the card, a little confused.

"I need you to unite people of insight in the United States to form an "Association of Chinese American Voters" (Association of Chinese American Voters)."

"I will rent a house for you as an office next door to this address, which is No. 32. Next to it is the Border Detective Agency, so you don't have to worry about safety."

Wang Qingfu's heart was surging.

After drinking ice for ten years, the blood is hard to cool.

Fighting for the rights and interests of Chinese people in the United States is his lifelong wish. How could he give up halfway because of a little setback.

"Mr. Chen! You stay in New York to take charge of the overall situation!" He looked at Chen Jianqiu eagerly.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head: "I still have many other things to deal with in the west."

If someone is the face, someone must be the lining;
Some people want to shout, and some people have to carry forward in darkness;
When someone stands on the podium, someone must be ready to hold a gun.

"But don't worry, I will come here from time to time. If you have anything to do, go directly to the Border Detective Agency to find a man named Huo Ledi." Chen Jianqiu gathered his clothes and stood up.

Seeing that Chen Jianqiu insisted on leaving, Wang Qingfu immediately took out the paper and the pen from his pocket and handed them to Chen Jianqiu.

"Mr. Chen, please save something for the Voters Alliance."

Chen Jianqiu wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he returned to his seat.

He picked up the pen and wrote three powerful lines on the paper:

Don't be meek, be brave!

Don't be silent, explode!

Don't be the silent lamb!

(End of this chapter)