America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 375 Brother and Brother

In fact, Huang Qingyun was not the one who originally went to negotiate.

It is Huang Yongren, the current general director of the Chinese Association and the chairman of the Ningyang Association.

Of the [-] or so Chinese who were expelled from Arcata, [-] or so were from Taishan, and some were Huang Yongren's clan relatives.

If something happened to them, the Ningyang Guild Hall couldn't ignore it.

After receiving the news, the presidium of the Chinese Guild had an intensive discussion for a while.

The first is to seek help from the Qing Consulate in San Francisco.

However, the reply given by the consulate is: the deal is done, and it is better to put the refugees of Arcata in a idle place as soon as possible.

The general meaning is that everyone has been driven away, and the US military has not been called. It is the right thing to quickly prepare a place for those people to settle down.

But since the implementation of the bill, the living area of ​​the Chinese in San Francisco has become smaller and smaller, and there is no place to house these hundreds of penniless people.

But letting these hundreds of people fend for themselves is a bit too much.

The representatives of several guild halls were a little helpless.

The news reached Huang Qingyun.

Without saying a word, he returned to the mutual aid club at the pier.

"Old Seven, go and see how much ammunition we have in stock." Huang Qingyun strode into the yard.

The one Huang Qingyun called Lao Qi was a young man wearing a gray and white vest.

When Huang Qingyun walked into the yard, he was leaning against the wall and wiping himself with water from a bucket.

Hearing what the boss said, Lao Qi walked into the warehouse on the side without saying a word, and then brought out several boxes of ammunition:
"Not long ago, Boss Chen sent someone to send a batch over, so it's enough."

Huang Qingyun walked into the room and lifted the wall panel, revealing a row of repeating rifles.

He started reaching for the gun.

While taking it, he shouted to the door: "Little Six! He Sanshui! You two come here."

Soon, two young men rushed in.

"Little Liu, you take a few people and put these guns into the box, and then find a car to load them with Lao Qi's ammunition; He Sanshui, you call the rest of the brothers, and prepare to go with me!"

Huang Qingyun ordered.

"Where are you going?" Little Six asked.

"Go to Arcata, these bastards took things from our people, we have to ask them back!"

As a former TPJ general, he still remembers what Chen Jianqiu said to him before he left.

The two young men looked at each other.

He Sanshui asked worriedly: "Uncle Huang, do you want to talk to Boss Chen? He might send a detective agency to help me."

Huang Qingyun walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looked out of the window, thought for a while, and shook his head:
"No, don't tell him."

He knew how much this matter would leave behind.

If they got involved, it would bring Chen Jianqiu much trouble.

Better not tell him.

More than an hour later, Huang Qingyun's forty or fifty workers had already assembled at the pier.

Beside them was a flat carriage covered with a thick pile of straw, and hidden under the straw were boxes containing guns and bullets.

However, just as Huang Qingyun was about to set off with his own people, a carriage stopped in front of the pier.

Huang Yongren hurried down from the carriage.

"Qingyun! Qingyun! Don't be impulsive!" The patriarch of the Huang clan who was over fifty years old walked quickly to Huang Qingyun with his robe in hand.

Huang Qingyun glanced at Huang Yongren and the braid on the back of his head, and snorted angrily.

In terms of seniority, he had to call the person in front of him brother.

"Let's go!" He shouted to the young people behind him.

"Qingyun! Don't be self-willed! If you go, these dozens of young people will probably disappear!" Huang Yongren stomped his feet anxiously.

"The other party didn't move the gun! How many excuses do you have to give others when you move the gun?"

"If there is a real fight, wouldn't your dozens of people be wiped out?"

"When you participated in TPJ back then, your family was ruined, and your father didn't even look at you until his death!"

"I took the risk to bring you out. I turned a blind eye to many things. You are over half a hundred years old. Are you still so reckless in doing things?
"In the past few decades, have you caused fewer disasters?"

The old man persuaded his younger brother earnestly.

"Brother, I thank you for protecting me all these years, but if we don't deal with this matter, it will get worse in the future."

Huang Qingyun's eyes were firm, and he was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, Huang Yongren, the current business owner of Tangtang Zhonghua Guild Hall, stopped in front of the carriage by himself.

He glared at Huang Qingyun:

"If you want to go today, just run over me!"

How could Huang Qingyun care about it.

He has rebelled before, so he will never listen to his brother again.

But at this moment, Huang Tongshi rushed over from the street:

"There's a way! There's a way!" His pair of short legs commented extremely quickly, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

"The local militia group in Arcata asked us to negotiate, saying that the Chinese can go back, but we need to pay them part of the compensation."

Panting, Huang Tong ran up to the two of them, and handed the paper in his hand to Huang Yongren.

Huang Yongren's eyes couldn't see clearly, so his driver handed him a pair of glasses.

"Nonsense, why should you give them money?" Huang Qingyun felt a little unbelievable.

"Don't be impatient!" Huang Yongren stomped his feet again, trembling with anger.

"Something to talk about is better than nothing!" Huang Tongshi said from the side.

"Who do you want to talk to?" Huang Qingyun looked at the two people in front of him.

Huang Yongren took off his glasses, and the wrinkles on his face deepened:

"They name people who can speak, and there is no one else except me."

The old man calmly folded the paper and stuffed it into his long gown.

Huang Tongshi was taken aback, and quickly persuaded:

"Old Huang, you can't do this. You are the backbone of tens of thousands of Chinese in Chinatown. If you go there, there will be troubles, it will be difficult to explain!"

Huang Yongren shook his head and said seriously:
"I am the patriarch of the Ningyang Huang clan, and the business director of the Zhonghua Guild. If I don't go, who will I go to?"

"Besides, since those militia groups are willing to talk, if we don't go, wouldn't it be a waste of time? What's more, most of these people just want a little more money, and it won't be too much."

He glanced at the young workers on the pier, with a self-deprecating smile on his face:

"Anyway, it's just an old bone, let it go. These young people have to live well and have a future."

Huang Tong was a little stunned.

He felt that he could not persuade the old man.

"Let me go." Huang Qingyun shook his head at Huang Yongren, "You can't even kill a chicken, and if something happens, you won't be able to run away."

"I've made a decision, don't talk too much!"

The stubborn head of the Huang clan sternly rejected his brother's proposal.

However, two days later, when Huang Yongren, who had just walked out of the gate of the Chinese Guild Hall, was about to board the carriage to Atak, he was informed by his subordinates.

The night before, Huang Qingyun had already taken a few people and officially set off from the pier.

Two days later, they had already appeared at the entrance of the town of Atak, ready to enter the town for negotiations.

(End of this chapter)