America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 405 The New Leader of the Labor Knights of Shiquan Town
Shaft No. [-], on the hillside.

Manager Riley and the overseer hide in the office.

It was still chaos outside an hour ago, with gunshots and screams.

But with the sound of horseshoes and an indistinct shout, there was no movement in the direction of the residential area.

"Go and see again!" Riley stabbed the overseer's ass with the gun barrel again.

"Boss, I'm not going!" The overseer's voice was crying, "Also, can you put down the gun first, I'm afraid you might accidentally fire."

"No! Go!" Riley snapped. "They gave us an excuse to hire a security company!"

"But if too many Chinese laborers die, we have to find a way to find them elsewhere."

The overseer was forced to go out of the cabin again.

He climbed up the hillside carefully and looked down.

It was quiet.

The Chinese laborers are cleaning up around their house in an orderly manner, and the blood and corpses on the ground have been cleaned up.

If the wooden bridge over the river hadn't been blown in two, the supervisor would have felt as if nothing had happened.

Most importantly, he could vaguely see that the No. [-] well on the other side of the river seemed to have resumed production.

"what's the situation?"

Seeing the supervisor standing on the hillside in a daze, Riley also came out.

"It seems that it's all right." The supervisor touched his nose, "Should we call for backup?"

"What support is there when production resumes?" Riley looked down the hillside with his hips akimbo.

"But it seems that someone died." The supervisor scratched his head.

"If you die, die. In which month will the coal mine not die?" Riley walked down the hillside. "I'll send a telegram to the headquarters to report the situation."

He took two steps, remembered something, and came back again: "By the way, you hurry to the Huagong side and let them come back to work quickly!"

Seeing that Riley had left, the supervisor came to the residential area of ​​the Chinese workers by himself.

"Come on! Come on! Back to work!"

The supervisor shouted at the Chinese workers standing outside the house.

However, these Chinese workers all looked at him with strange eyes, and then continued to do their own things.

The supervisor felt a little strange.

He shouted the same words again in his less proficient Chinese.

Still no one paid him any attention.

The overseer was dumbfounded.

Although these Chinese workers are so dull and silent on weekdays, as long as they let them work, these people are still very obedient.

But today, why do they suddenly seem to be unable to understand their own words?
Not right.

"Where is Liao Dabai? Where did Liao Dabai go?"

While shouting, the supervisor rushed into the room where Liao Dabai usually lives.

Liao Dabai was in the house.

He was in the back room, standing beside the bed, as if bending over to pack something.

"Liao! What's the matter with your people today? Why don't you go back to work? I've been shouting outside for a long time, but no one cares about me. Don't you want work?"

asked the supervisor angrily.

Liao Dabai stopped what he was doing, turned around, still looking so pleasing to the eye:

"Sir, we were attacked by white miners this morning."

"Hey, I know, the mine will handle it. Hurry up and get back to work!"

The overseer urged impatiently.

But Liao Dabai stood there very respectfully, but his body didn't move.

"I allow the injured to rest in the house, and the others go back to work. Is this enough?"

The supervisor didn't expect that Liao Dabai, who didn't dare to fart more on weekdays, had also learned to bargain, so he had to "give in".

Liao Dabai still didn't move, he spread his hands.

"Sir, my people may be less willing to listen to me now, and"

He hesitated.

The supervisor walked to Liao Dabai's side.

He saw a few simple clothes and a small package on the bed.

"Are you ready to run away?" The supervisor looked at Liao Dabai suspiciously.

"Uh, not necessarily, maybe, it depends on the result of the strike." Liao Dabai is not very good at lying, so he told the truth.

strike?

Chinese labor union strike? !

The overseer's eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.

He couldn't believe that this word would come out of Liao Dabai's mouth.

"Okay, you guys are amazing! Don't go back to work! Don't run away!"

The supervisor put down a harsh word, walked out of the room quickly, and walked in the direction of the No. [-] mine.

Hanks was worried.

He craned his neck to look across the river.

Hawley didn't take anyone with him.

He went to the Chinese residential area single-handedly.

There is no news as of this morning.

Some white miners are ready to honestly go back to work.

Hanks saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

If this opening is opened, it will be difficult to gather the workers together later.

He walked up and down the river anxiously.

The mud under his feet was almost plowed out by him.

Every few times he walked back and forth, he would look up to the other side of the river, or look in another direction.

If Holly had made a detour, he should have come back in that direction.

"Mr. Hanks! Look, what is that?" A knight order officer next to him suddenly shouted.

Hanks hurriedly raised his head and looked in the direction the officer pointed.

On the surface of the Beit River, a dozen small wooden boats suddenly appeared, floating from the upstream direction.

The people on board were fishermen from nearby villages.

They paddled and anchored the boat on the other side of the river.

A black man jumped off one of the boats, said something to the fishermen, and then walked towards the Chinese residential area.

After a while, Hawley, whom he missed so much, and dozens of white miners appeared on the outskirts of the Chinese residential area.

These miners were all disarmed, looking a little embarrassed.

Appearing with them were the lunatic who was standing on the roof and a dozen or so heavily armed Chinese militiamen.

At this time, the lunatic was chatting and laughing with Holly, while the miners followed behind them, not daring to show their air.

A group of people came to the bank of the river.

The white miners boarded the ship in batches.

Chen Jianqiu and Huo Li shook hands cordially, watched them leave by boat, and waved goodbye to them with a smile at the same time.

The fishing boat ferried Holly and the others across the river.

Hanks hurried up with the officers.

"I brought it back for you." Holly pointed to the Swedish miners behind him.

"You've helped me a lot!" Hanks wished he could go up and hug Holly and kiss him.

Holly waved his hand at Hanks, and said a little tiredly:

"They are all working for the Labor Knights, as they should be."

"How did you get them back?" Hanks asked eagerly, "They didn't hurt you, did they?"

"Do you think we look injured?" Hawley turned around in front of Hanks.

He briefly described the whole process of the negotiation to him.

The scene is very "dangerous".

After Hawley entered the residential area of ​​Chinese workers, he was surrounded by heavily armed Chinese together with the captive miners.

The Chinese on the opposite side are also organized.

The leader is that madman.

He asked Holly why he was also a worker, and why the Knights of Labor wanted to attack Chinese workers so viciously.

Facing the gun, Mr. Hawley was not afraid of danger, neither humble nor overbearing, and fought hard with reason, and finally settled the matter and brought these white miners back safely.

The white Swedish miners looked at Hawley with admiration as he said this.

Hanks sincerely admired the young man who came to support the California Knights.

It seems that the hero is not young, but to be the vice president in California, he really has two brushes.

"Did they make any terms?" he asked.

"Yes!" Hawley replied as he walked, "They asked us if we could join the strike!"

Hanks was dumbfounded.

"Didn't they agree to strike? I have asked several times, and the reply I got is that Chinese workers have no tradition of strikes, and they have no plans to strike."

"Now." Hawley stopped and looked at Hanks, "And according to the Chinese leader, he will provide material support for this strike."

This sentence made Hanks even more confused.

Material support?what is this?Give me a jujube after a slap?
He was in a trance for a while.

Where the hell is this?Is it America?

"What do you think?" Hawley's rhetorical question quickly interrupted Hanks' thinking.

Hanks patted his thigh and gritted his teeth.

It doesn't matter, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, as long as you are willing to stand on the same front, you are a good brother.

"Let's hold a meeting, I accept!" Hanks said.

The town bell rang again.

Compared with the crowds of people last time, there are much fewer people coming this time.

The workers have been tricked once, and many are unwilling to come again.

Hanks had no choice but to run to the No. [-] mine and persuade some people to come over one by one.

In addition, the bridge was broken, and the workers of the No. [-] mine were still resting in their dormitories or at home.

Finally, I managed to gather some people together.

Hanks wiped the sweat from his brow, and was about to speak when Holly stood up unexpectedly.

He opened his mouth:

"My dear brothers, this morning we were taken advantage of by people with ulterior motives!

"We should not be provoked to let go of those real enemies. As workers, we should unite and speak out as one, and should not be treated differently based on skin color!"

Hawley spoke out as if he were the labor leader here.

The workers in the audience looked at him and talked a lot.

"Is he the one who rescued those Swedish workers in the morning?"

"Yeah, he's so young!"

Hanks stood beside him, wiping his sweat again in embarrassment.

He found that his officers were also staring at Holly in the middle of the circle, and suddenly he was in a trance again.

Do you look a little redundant?
"This morning, I have reached an agreement with the Chinese laborers on the other side of the river to strike together! Until the mine agrees to our conditions!"

Holly shook his fist.

Some workers are still hesitating, but the miners, led by those Swedish workers, have already followed suit.

"Strike! Strike!"

(End of this chapter)