America 1881: They Call Me Legend

San Francisco train station, March 1885.

On the platform of the train station, a group of people in suits and leather shoes stood neatly.

People who got out of the car couldn't help but take another look.

And standing in front of these people was a man with a raised beard and a red face.

Hanif's spirits have improved a lot since he became the head of the California branch of the Border Detective Agency.

A crisp suit replaced the previous crumpled leather jacket, and the metal badge on the chest glistened in the sunlight.

With a cigar in his left hand and his right hand on his hips, he turned his head and glanced at the dozens of detectives behind him, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Four years ago, I was a bounty hunter who traveled around the western continent with his apprentices and fought alone.

It is said that it is famous, but it is also the love of colleagues, among whom it is self-knowledgeable.

Risking his life, earning a negligible bounty, at the worst time, penniless, and even on the reward list.

The most important thing is that his apprentice doesn't have a good brain from time to time.

But now, he has everything, a house, subordinates, and most importantly, a beautiful wife!

Thinking of this, Hanif couldn't help touching his well-trimmed beard again.

"Master! Boss, he's down." Downey on the side poked his master's waist with his fingers.

A man in a cloth robe appeared outside the carriage.

Behind him, followed by a woman and a black man.

Hanif smiled happily and led a group of people to greet him.

Before he could speak, Chen Jianqiu had already spoken:

"What about the matter I asked you to investigate?"

The smile on Hanif's face disappeared immediately, replaced by a look of caution.

"Boss, there are a lot of people here, come to my residence and say."

Chen Jianqiu glanced at Hanif and said nothing.

Everyone left the train station.

Two carriages had already stopped at the door.

Hanif told Downey to bring a few detectives here to wait for Chen Jianqiu and his horses,
He greeted the others behind him: "Go ahead and do whatever you want."

Then, he took Chen Jianqiu and the others into the carriage and drove towards his residence in San Francisco.

"There was indeed an incident of anti-Chinese in Arcata not long ago."

In the living room of Hanif's house, the former bounty hunter took out a document and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

And his wife, a demure and generous Californian woman, brought the crowd cups of coffee from the kitchen.

"The Knights of Labor, an American workers' organization founded in Philadelphia in 1869 by seven tailors including Julia Stephens."

"It was very secretive at first, but it started to come to the fore a few years ago."

Chen Jianqiu was sitting on the sofa, drinking black coffee while flipping through the materials.

But when he saw a few key figures who took the lead in making trouble, he frowned slightly.

"These people shouldn't be workers or local townspeople, right?"

Chen Jianqiu raised his head and found that Hanif was also looking at him.

"Yes, these people wear the armbands of the Knights of Labor, but they are all notorious criminals."

He leaned over and pointed to Chen Jianqiu one by one the blurry photos on the file:

"This is 'Hyena' Seth Marsh, and this is 'Lame' Tweer Baruch."

"I have hunted down at least three or four of them, so I am very familiar with them." Hanif said, "Each of these people has a dozen lives in their hands."

"Has the Knights of Labor degenerated to this extent?" Xiao En, who was standing behind him, said angrily, "Are you accepting anyone?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Chen Jianqiu glanced at the number of casualties.

0!

He raised his head again and looked at Hanif.

"Yes, this is also a strange place, there are minor injuries, but no broken arms or legs." Hanif said.

"That means that the Knights didn't want to make a big fuss, and they acted appropriately." Xiao En said with a nod.

Chen Jianqiu remained silent.

He hoped so badly that it would be so, that no one would be killed or injured.

However, based on his knowledge of these people, this possibility is a bit small.

He handed the information back to Hanif, and stood up: "Have you been in contact with Huang Qingyun recently?"

Hanif shook his head: "According to your instructions, if he doesn't come to me, I won't take the initiative to find him."

Chen Jianqiu nodded, and said to everyone in the room:

"Let's go find Huang Qingyun, he should know more."

"Why don't you eat before you leave."

said Hanif's wife, wiping her wet hands with her apron, as she brought out a pot of boiled beef and a plate of potatoes from the kitchen.

''No, I'll go first, you just wait here for me. "

Chen Jianqiu picked up a few potatoes from the plate, gnawed them, and walked out the door.

Donnie has already led the black radish to Hanif's downstairs.

The apartment Hanif bought is located in the heart of San Francisco. Chen Jianqiu rode a black radish for a long time before arriving at the pier.

He walked towards the Chinese Mutual Aid Society.

However, when he walked into the courtyard of the mutual aid club, he found that the door was ajar, and several unfamiliar dock workers were chatting inside.

"Where's Uncle Qingyun?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

The dock workers shook their heads blankly when they saw him.

It seemed that they didn't know where Huang Qingyun had gone.

Chen Jianqiu felt something was wrong.

Although the flow of Chinese at the pier has decreased a lot after the law was officially implemented, many people still came to San Francisco by boat.

Huang Qingyun will quickly find these people without citizenship, and then secretly send them to Roswell.

Every batch of people sent over will bring his personal letter.

Chen Jianqiu got on his horse again and headed towards Chinatown.

Perhaps in the Ningyang Guild Hall, they could get news about Huang Qingyun.

Ningyang Guild Hall is still the same.

The bill only restricts the entry and exit of Chinese laborers into and out of the United States, but it does not have much control over businessmen and officials.

The ruler of the east coast of this country is still planning to do business with that big country in Asia.

The play garden in the guild hall was still brightly lit and filled with fragrance.

The play is still performed, but it is replaced with "Second Plum", which sings the story of a gifted scholar and a beautiful woman.

The spectators in the audience still watched with gusto.

Chen Jianqiu walked through the hall on the first floor and went up the stairs directly to the second floor.

The door of Huang Tongshi's office was open, and there was a scent of tea coming from inside.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the door and looked into the house:

Huang Tongshi was standing in front of the table practicing calligraphy.

Although the handwriting is crooked and weak, but the posture is quite strong, shaking the head and shaking the brain, swaying the hands with a swipe of the hair, which seems to swallow the external force like a tiger.

Chen Jianqiu tapped on the door panel twice.

Huang Tong raised his head, seeing that it was Chen Jianqiu, he immediately greeted him with a smile:
"Hey, Boss Chen! Rare customer, rare customer!"

"Where's Huang Qingyun?" Chen Jianqiu asked directly.

"Oh, Master Huang, Master Huang has gone to Acata." Tongshi Huang put down the brush in his hand, and gently blew the ink on the paper.

Chen Jianqiu's heart was suddenly pulled.

"Acata? What did he go to Arcata? Aren't all the Chinese there driven out of town?"

"Oh, the local militia sent us a message, saying that the crowd was so excited that it couldn't be stopped. If the Chinese wanted to come back, they could go and negotiate with the Chinese in San Francisco. So Qingyun volunteered to go."

Huang Tongshi handed Chen Jianqiu a cup of tea.

However, Chen Jianqiu did not answer.

He stared into Huang Tongshi's eyes: "When did he set off? Did he go alone?"

"I set off three or four days ago, with five or six young men. What's the matter?" Huang Tong was a little strange.

"Why didn't you stop him?"

"Why did you stop him? The people on Acata's side are very restrained. Master Huang and the boys are all armed, so they should be fine. Hey, Boss Chen, don't look at me like that, okay?"

Huang Tongshi didn't take it seriously, but he felt that Chen Jianqiu looked at him like knives.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and left.

"Hey, Boss Chen, where are you going? Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea?" Tongshi Huang's voice came from behind.

Chen Jianqiu kept silent and rushed downstairs, got on his horse, and galloped towards Hanif's house.