America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 408 Hanif's Plan
Since Hanif came, Riley felt more at ease.

He also spoke loudly, and his back became stiff.

He repeatedly asked Hanif to take someone to the workers to "solve the problem."

Hanif went to Huagong's place.

Riley and the overseers watched from the hillside.

Those Chinese workers didn't do anything to him, and Hanif didn't do anything to Hua Gong either.

After staring at each other with guns for an hour, Hanif returned with the detectives.

"Mr. Hanif, why don't you make a move?"

In the log cabin office, Riley asked.

"I'm observing." Hanif poured himself a glass of water, "Find their weaknesses."

This is very mysterious.

Riley nodded half-understanding.

Another week passed.

"Mr. Hanif, have you found the weakness?"

Riley ran out of the office and found that Hanif was standing on the hillside looking towards the direction where Hua Gong lived.

"Can the telegraph in the mine work?"

Hanif turned his head and looked at Riley seriously.

"It can be used, it can be used, what, is there anything that needs to be reported to the outside?" Riley asked.

"We need support." Hanif said solemnly.

"Support? Can't you and your people handle them?" Riley frowned.

"No, there are too many Chinese workers, and the people I bring are not professionally qualified."

Hanif made that head-cutting gesture again.

"It's a knife-in-the-head thing after all."

Riley groaned.

Can't you just use the gun directly?
Oh, I definitely want to be a little cloudy, so the impact may be less.

This mustache must be a professional in doing this, so I'd better keep an eye on him.

Another week passed.

Hanif first led the detectives around the residential area of ​​Huagong, and then searched along the river.

He still hasn't made a move.

"Mr. Hanif, when will your men arrive?"

Riley couldn't bear it any longer.

These twenty or so detectives stayed here every day, eating and using their own food, but they still didn't make any substantive actions.

"How long has it been since the telegram was sent?" Hanif asked a detective beside him, turning his head.

"Report! Sent out a week ago!"

After hearing this, Hanif walked up to Riley and grabbed his shoulder: "Hurry up, Mr. Riley, they should be here soon. It will take a while to come here from San Francisco."

Riley gave Hanif a suspicious look.

Another week passed.

"Mr. Hanif! I implore you to take action immediately. If you don't take action again, I will call the headquarters and sue you for breach of contract!"

Early this morning, Riley rushed into Hanif's residence after checking the mine's material warehouse.

These twenty or so people have eaten up the warehouse on the mine.

He suppressed his anger and stared at Hanif intently, hoping that he would give him an explanation.

Hanif put down a romance novel in his hand and sat up from the bed.

He looked at the ceiling and thought for a moment, then said to Riley:
"I guess people should be able to arrive today."

"Hurry up, you've already emptied the mine! I have to go around the river to go to the town to buy!"

Riley grimaced.

Nor did he want to tear himself apart with Hanif.

First, the matter of the strike has to be resolved by them; second, they really have guns in their hands.

"Why don't you go and buy food first, and I will act when I arrive."

Hanif said to Riley firmly.

Riley didn't want to stay here for another minute, and turned around to go out of the house, but was stopped by Hanif again.

"Is there anything else, Mr. Hanif?"

Hanif seemed to think of something suddenly, and stretched out a finger: "Buy some meat, I haven't eaten a few meals of meat here."

Riley turned away.

He led a few people out of the No. [-] mine in a carriage.

Before leaving, he said to the overseer, "Stay here and keep an eye on them. If they arrive, go to work right away!"

Riley came to the town of Stone Springs after a long detour.

The grain merchants in the town complained to him that business was very bad recently, and the white miners hadn't come to him to buy flour or potatoes for a long time.

Riley didn't have the time to think about these things, nor did he plan to find out the truth himself.

He and his entourage drove the carriage back along the Beit River.

"Manager! Look!"

Just as Riley was sitting on the grain bag in a daze, one of his attendants pointed across the river and exclaimed.

He looked in the direction pointed by his followers.

A group of Chinese laborers are walking in the direction of No. [-] Mine in groups!

Riley rubbed her eyes.

That's right, it is indeed the direction of the No. [-] mine.

Are they back to work? !

He couldn't believe his eyes, and was full of curiosity at the same time.

What method did Hanif use to make the Chinese workers give up the strike and return to the mine in such a short period of time?

What exactly do those professionals do?There is such a power to turn decay into magic?

He began to rejoice that he didn't really break up with Hanif.

If so, how embarrassing it is now!
Riley suddenly remembered something.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" he shouted to his men who were driving.

"Manager, do you have any orders?"

The men turned their heads and found that Riley's joy was beyond words.

"Turn around, back to town! Let's get some bacon!" Riley said.

By the time Riley and his procurement convoy returned to Shaft [-], it was almost noon.

Riley's carriage approached the mouth of the mine.

He found that the Chinese workers had formed a long queue outside the mine.

"What are you doing? Why are you queuing up? Why don't you go back to your post?" Riley jumped off the carriage.

He faintly felt something was wrong.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

After passing through a group of Chinese workers who were queuing up, Riley finally came to the gate of the No. [-] mine.

The sight in front of him left him dumbfounded.

Five or six chairs were placed in the open space at the entrance of the mine.

A Chinese laborer sat on each chair, and behind each of them stood a barber.

Each of them held a pair of scissors in their hands, and they were cutting off the braids at the back of the heads of the Chinese workers, and trimmed them slightly after cutting.

The Chinese workers sitting on the chairs had different expressions.

Some are dull, some look reluctant, and some are slightly excited.

Hanif and the detectives from the Border Detective Agency watched the excitement with their hips crossed.

Hanif continued to point and point.

"What are you doing!" Riley yelled.

The barbers stopped what they were doing, and looked at Riley together with the Chinese workers.

"Keep cutting, keep cutting." Hanif waved at the barber.

The braid-cutting went on, selectively ignoring Riley and the mine workers.

Hanif walked up to Riley and frowned:

"What are you yelling for? Don't you see we're busy?"

"The action you said is to cut the braids of these Chinese workers?!" Riley's eyes widened.

"That's right." Hanif made a head-cutting gesture, "Using a knife on the head."

"These are the support you called?!" Riley pointed to the barbers.

"Yes, there are too many Chinese laborers. Although there are a few of my detectives who can operate, I still call a few more professionals." Hanif began to introduce Riley, "Look, the one on the far left is Mr. Tony. , he is usually in Salt Lake City"

Haniff was still talking about Riley, but the manager couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Why?" Riley asked.

"Huh?" Hanif was interrupted, and he looked at Riley suspiciously.

"I mean, why did you cut their braids?" Riley looked sullen.

"Oh, you don't understand this. According to my observation, braids are the spiritual pillar of these Chinese workers. Once their braids are cut off, they will become walking dead. At that time, don't mention the strike, hey."

It was Chen Jianqiu's idea to cut the braids of these Chinese workers.

Ever since he came to Shiquan Town that year, he was unhappy with the braids on the back of these people's heads.

So this time, he planned to squeeze out all the "pig tails" behind the heads of these people.

Some miners, like Chen Jianqiu, had already cut their hair short, so they naturally raised their hands to welcome them;
Some people are different. They plan to return to the country after earning money. If they go back without this braid, they may lose their heads.

For these people, Chen Jianqiu did not force himself.

He will pay these people a travel fee, and then send them back to the other side of the ocean.

But most young miners are still willing to accept.

They trust Chen Jianqiu very much now, Boss Chen will definitely not give them a hard time.

"Enough! Stop your farce!"

Riley exploded again.

He couldn't believe Hanif's nonsense at all, and thought he was simply sabotaging his work.

The coal mine manager stared at Hanif viciously:
"You just wait to be sued."

(End of this chapter)