America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Sure enough, they didn't wait until the work of the two of them was over.

The overseer is at it again.

This time it took them directly to the manager's office.

Couldn't wait for them that late as the manager had a separate appointment at night.

The two were told.

They were all fired for AWOL.

At the same time, don't even think about this month's salary.

In a word, get out of here.

Holly surprisingly didn't say anything, but Hunter kept begging.

However it was of no use.

The manager was so busy arranging his dress that he didn't even want to look at them.

The two quickly stood at the gate of the explosives factory.

The setting sun shone on the faces of the two of them.

It was the first time the two of them left work before dark.

"It's over~"

Hunter wept.

"It's okay, I'll be with you." Holly comforted.

"Moody, thank you very much for treating my son's injury, which hurts you."

Hunter sighed, feeling a little guilty.

But now he worries more about himself.

Thinking about how to live this month.

My son injured his hand, so he must be unable to work.

I also lost my job.

With my wife's meager salary alone, I'm afraid I won't last until the end of the month.

The economy in the past two years has not been good, and it is not easy to find a job. If it is really not good, I can only go to the dock to try my luck.

"Hunter, hurry home and see your son." Holly said, "I'll find you at your house later."

"how about you?"

"I'll take a walk and relax." Holly waved at Hunter, signaling him to go home first.

After saying goodbye to Hunter at the gate of the factory, Hawley began to circle around the outer wall of the explosives factory.

So far, everything is not much different from what Boss Chen expected.

Originally, he planned to do something on his own, but he didn't expect to be involved in Hunter's business.

In this day and age, factories do too many non-human things, and there is no need to design them by themselves.

In this case, according to the plan of Boss Chen and Hanif, the next
Holly walked around the factory several times.

The person who was supposed to show up still didn't show up.

Just as he was about to leave, a man in gray overalls and a newsboy hat walked towards him from not far away.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Moody?" the man stopped him.

"Well, I am." Holly glanced at the man, a little puzzled, "May I ask who you are?"

"I am the officer of the Labor Knights, and my name is Khalil Bede. You can call me Bede." The man made a brief self-introduction.

"What's the matter?" Holly asked, but suddenly realized that he seemed to be acting a little too politely.

He changed his tone.

"I mean, if you have something to say, hurry up, I'm very annoying now!"

"Please come with me."

"Why should I go with you? What the hell is the Labor Knights?" Holly said angrily.

"We are a trade union organization." Bader was very patient, "We are willing to serve all the workers who have been wronged."

Only then did Holly's expression relax, and he followed Bede, walking towards downtown San Francisco not far away.

"We've already learned about you." Bede said to Holly as he walked.

Hawley didn't ask how Bader got the news.

The Knights sent people everywhere to watch these factories in California, ready to find a reason to attract new members at any time.

The two came to a small low house.

Bede pushed open the door.

There was no one inside, but all kinds of messy things were piled up on the table.

"This is a point for the Knights. Everyone else is going to prepare for the evening gathering."

Bader cleared a table and sat down with Holly at the table.

"Evening? Is there anyone attending at night?" Holly was a little puzzled.

According to the work intensity of the factory here, the workers basically fall asleep when they get home, so they don't have the mind to attend these rallies.

"Some, some, are the backbone leading the newcomers. For the happiness of the workers, we are willing to sleep less."

"Why has no one ever taken me?" Hawley showed a trace of dissatisfaction on his face, "I have worked in this factory for so long, and no one has ever mentioned your organization to me."

"Isn't that why I brought you here today?" Bader seemed very patient. "The main reason is that your factory has always been under the scope of the California Workers Party, and their union has more control."

Holly looked suddenly enlightened.

But then, he began to ask relentlessly: "Then what is your relationship with the California Workers Party?"

"We are both trade union organizations, but there is a slight difference in philosophy." Bader explained, "We take a longer-term view than them."

"Of course, most of the time, we fight side by side."

Hawley ignores how much moisture he has "mostly" and instead surveys the house like a curious baby.

"Don't you have to go to work? Aren't you workers?" He asked suddenly.

Bader was almost pissed off by the unique angle of the young man in front of him.

"I'm a worker! I'm at work right now! I'm paid!"

Bader uses three emphatics and three "Is" in a row.

He suddenly realized that if he continued to talk to this young man like this, it would definitely be endless.

"Let's get back to business," he said.

"We hope that at the evening rally, you and that Mr. Hunter can serve as representatives of the victimized workers and make a good rally." Bader stated his purpose.

"Talk about your own experience? Complain about the inhumanity of the factory?" Hawley raised his eyebrows.

"Um, to be precise, that's right." Bede was a little overjoyed. He didn't expect Holly to have such a high understanding. "After attending the rally, if you want, you will be a member of the Labor Knights."

"Okay! That's great!" Holly beamed with joy.

He stood up and stepped on the stool with one foot, exuding the vitality and vigor of a young man all over his body.

"Does it mean that you won't be bullied if you mention the name of the Labor Knights in the future?" Holly looked at Bede with a smile.

Bader looked at Holly's innocent face and nodded: "Yes, no one dares to mess with you."

"Okay, then I'll go find Hunter."

Holly got off the stool, spread his legs and was about to run out the door, but Bede grabbed him:

"Don't worry, we'll also take pictures of other people going to his place. I'll teach you how to say it at night first."

After that, Bede took out a manuscript from his arms.

"I don't know many words, Mr. Bede." Hawley scratched his head and said.

"It's okay, I'll read one sentence now, and you remember one sentence." Bede had already prepared.

Most of the former worker representatives were illiterate or knew very little.

He has experience.

In Bader's manuscript, the main point is to hope that the workers' brothers will unite and use the peaceful method of strike to fight for their own interests.

He is even and steady, and his narrative is flat.

However, after reading for a while, Bede found that the young man jumping up and down in front of him seemed a little absent-minded.

"Mr. Moody, do you really remember?" After reading, Bede asked with some doubts and worries.

"No problem!" Holly patted his chest, looking confident, "Although I don't study much, I have a very strong memory, and I remember everything others have said."

Bei Dezhi agreed with doubts.

Spent several more hours in the hut until nearly midnight.

Bader looked at the clock, then gestured to Holly:
"Go, let's go, let's go to the rally."