America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the telegram, then at Abiot.

"What position does he hold in the Knights of Labor now?"

"Well, Hanif said, he is now the vice president of the California chapter."

Abiot said.

Chen Jianqiu touched his nose:
"How long has he been in the Labor Knights?"

Abiot counted with his fingers, and frowned:

"It seems like only half a year."

hiss~
Chen Jianqiu scratched his hair.

Sure, how did this guy change from an assistant who joined the club to a vice president within half a year?
Regarding this issue, Holly, who was sitting in the office of the Labor Knights, was also a little confused.

On the second day after joining the Knights of Labor, the bearded Cronin pulled him to the tallest clock tower in San Francisco:
"Little Moody, tell me, what are we going to do with the Labor Knights?"

The bearded man overlooked the San Francisco in front of him, took a deep breath, and felt quite enraged.

"Strive for the interests of the workers' brothers!"

Holly replied without thinking.

"Yes, if you don't give them benefits, they won't follow you. So, how can we benefit them? Why should we negotiate with those capitalists?"

The bearded man is persuasive.

Holly paused, then replied:

"We,, want more people?"

"That's right." The bearded man was satisfied with Hawley's answer, "Only when there are more people in hand, words will have weight."

"The more weight you speak, the more people will follow you."

The bearded man began to gradually reveal his ambition. He pointed to the hurrying pedestrians and carriages below, as well as the row upon row of buildings.

"Uh, why, why?" Holly asked subconsciously, hearing something wrong.

"Why?" The bearded man didn't understand.

"Uh, what I mean is, if you follow more people, doesn't it become a representative of their will? After all, isn't it also a microphone?" Holly added his doubts.

"No, no, most of them are blind and follow the crowd. You need to guide them according to your own needs." The bearded man is like a teacher teaching students, "In that case, they are your strength."

"There are more people, and things will be easier to handle. At that time, you can choose to use more extreme methods to achieve your goals."

The bearded man suddenly felt that he had talked too much, he slapped his head: "Hey, why am I telling you so much?"

He patted Holly on the shoulder:

"Moody, I am very optimistic about you. You are as passionate as I am. This state is the easiest to get the audience."

"So, now, go get people, get more people to join the California Labor Knights!"

Therefore, for the next period of time, the only job Hawley did was to pull people.

According to the original regulations of the Labor Knights, the main target of development is workers.

However, at this time, California was flooded with various union organizations.

In addition to the two larger organizations of Dennis Kearney's California Workers Party and Cronin's Labor Knights, there are various other small organizations of ghosts and monsters.

Each of these organizations has its own territory.

For example, the California explosives factory where Hawley worked before was the site of the Workers Party.

Dennis was very unhappy when the Labor Knights made trouble on their land and took the two of them away.

This embarrasses him, the spiritual leader of the California labor movement.

For this reason, he took a large number of people to the door of Dabeard's house to ask him for an explanation.

Unexpectedly, the bearded man vented his breath through his nostrils, and his attitude was extremely arrogant.

He didn't look down on Dennis at all.

In his words.

If Dennis, who led the workers into Chinatown ten years ago, was considered a man, he is now a jerk.

"Moody and Hunter have been fired by the explosives factory long ago. They are not considered employees of the explosives factory. You'd better not make trouble."

The bearded man said so.

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked into his own cabin, and gave Dennis a closed door.

When Hawley started, he went to the streets near the factory to pull people.

But the effect is very poor.

As a result, I waited until almost midnight every time.

Those workers had to work sixteen or seventeen hours a day, and they were listless when they came out, and no one was willing to talk to him.

"Hey, boy, I heard from Bruce that you are here to pull people these two days?"

A strong man wearing overalls appeared in front of Holly.

Behind him was a group of people dressed similarly to him.

At this time, Hawley was leaning his back against the wall, staring at the crude printed matter in his hand in a daze.

He looked these people up and down.

These guys are not kind, and they seem to have something hidden in their sleeves.

Either a wrench or a hammerhead.

People who work normally will not appear here at this point in time, and the factory will not allow them to take tools out of the factory.

Holly didn't speak.

Seeing that Holly didn't reply, the strong man pressed his knuckles:

"Don't you know that this is the site of the San Francisco Workers' Union? How can you not think about it, so you choose to rob people here?"

He turned around and faced his companion:

"Brothers, this kid is not on the road, let us give him color."

Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder by a person beside him:
"Head, that kid ran away!"

The strong man turned his head hastily.

There was no sign of Holly behind him, only a pile of leaflets of the Labor Knights scattered on the ground.

Although he was a little embarrassed, this matter still gave Holly an epiphany.

Sowing is not as quick as grabbing.

Isn't it just pulling people?

If other workers' organizations are annexed in a "reasonable" way, won't there be people?
He can't do this kind of thing alone.

So, on a dark and windy night, he approached Hanif.

After listening to Hawley's ideas, Hanif is very supportive.

"Okay, for the long-term stability of San Francisco, it is time to deal with these lawless hooligans."

He said solemnly.

Hawley looked at him with his head tilted: "Haniff, I think you should be the police chief of San Francisco."

Hanif tidies up his clothes: "As a citizen who has made his home in San Francisco, it's a sense of responsibility."

Two days later, the office of the San Francisco United Workers.

It is said to be an office, but it is actually a short and small dilapidated wooden house.

The strong man was bragging about the mountains with his companions.

"Hey, brothers, our funds for this month have arrived again." The strong man took a sip of his wine and said to his companion mysteriously.

"Mr. Chris said that as long as we can get the workers in the factory not to participate in the joint strike of the Workers' Party, he will add dozens of dollars this month."

The brawny man kicked the wine bottles under the table with a rather smug expression.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

A group of people dressed as workers rushed in under the leadership of a young man.

"How dare you fucking kick my door?"

The strong man jumped up from the chair.

His companions also picked up the things that were available around them, such as chairs, stools, wrenches and so on.

They rushed towards the door in a swarm, ready to teach these uninvited guests a lesson.

Then, they backed off.

Because everyone on the opposite side has a gun in their hands.

"Hey, remember me? Brother?" Golden Retriever pointed the gun in his hand at the strong man and looked at him with a smile, "We are all workers of the Labor Knights."

The brawny man was dumbfounded, and scolded his mother in his heart.

I can fuck you, the workers of the Knights have a gun?What about cheating ghosts?

The golden retriever came to his side and pointed a gun at his head.

"I declare that starting today, the United Workers' Party of San Francisco will cease to exist, and all subordinate members, including workers, will be incorporated into the Knights of Labor!"

"You fart! You don't even have hair on your head, what are you dreaming about, you"

The strong man cursed, he didn't believe that the people in front of him dared to shoot.

"bang"

A wine bottle exploded on the strong man's head.

The strong man was dizzy, and the wine mixed with blood flowed from his head down his forehead.

Hawley dropped the fragment of the bottle in his hand and picked up a new one from under the table.

This bottle is full, and the weight is not the same as the one just now.

"Head iron, isn't it?" Holly looked at the bewildered eyes of the strong man.

"Boom"

Another bottle was swung down.

This time, the bottle didn't break, but was swung firmly on the strong man's head.

The strong man fainted on the ground without saying a word.

"Is there anyone else who disagrees with this proposal?"

After hanging around behind Chen Jianqiu for a period of time, Huo Li learned all the tricks.

He looked around the room sharply, looking like a little Chen Jianqiu.

What happened to the San Francisco United Workers later happened to other small union organizations.

Within a few months, these scattered union organizations had completely disappeared in San Francisco.

In its place was a growing Knights of California Labor.

I drank too much yesterday, make up for it today