America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Just when Chen Jianqiu was trying to make money on the other side of the ocean.

Hawley returned to California.

He came back with a halo.

The strike in Shiquan town was a very successful attempt.

Victory is obvious.

If the conflict with the Chinese workers is not counted, the strike has achieved its goal perfectly without bloodshed.

Hawley gained prestige.

He became the leader of the Wyoming Knights of Labor, as well as the leader of all labor unions.

And the impact of this strike is far-reaching.

For the first time, the white people in the west discovered that those hard-working and honest Chinese would bite when they were pushed.

And, it hurts.

White people are polarized about it.

Some people think that these Chinese workers who dare to protect their own interests should be taken seriously, they are not so weak;

Some people are more willing to publicize the threat posed by the Chinese.

They believe that these Chinese have become more dangerous after they know how to resist.

It doesn't matter what kind of views these people in the west hold.

One thing is for sure.

At least in Wyoming, no one dared to blatantly launch a violent attack on the Chinese settlements.

And this time the strike also allowed some leaders of the trade union to see the infinite possibility of combining Chinese workers and white workers.

Of course, among these people, the bearded Cronin was definitely not included.

"Zhao Jia Wei?"

"Liu-fu-hai?"

In the office of the California Labor Knights, Cronin was frowning, reading the names on the roster word by word.

This roster is a list of workers who have recently joined the California union.

"Snapped!"

The roster was slammed on the table.

"Are these Chinese laborers?" Cronin asked Holly angrily.

"From the name, it should be." Holly replied lazily.

Cronin jumped up from the chair with a "rub".

He opened the roster again, and pointed to the obviously Chinese names on it: "Look, look, there are so many."

Hawley pointed to the names on the roster:

"Not only that, but also Jamie Xu and Zach Huang below, oh, and that Sam Lloyd, he changed his English name."

Cronin felt that his beard was about to fly off.

He slapped the table with a slap:

"When did they get in?! Why did you let them in? When did the Labor Knights allow Chinese workers to join in?"

"It was you who said to develop our power, the more people the better." Holly said disapprovingly.

"Yes, I did, but"

Cronin's eyes were burning, and he was just about to reprimand Holly.

But he suddenly found that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the office.

The bearded man raised his head and found Holly with his hands in his pockets, and there was no respect in his eyes.

And behind him stood Duncan, Gordon, and Bowen, all staring at him in a daze.

After returning from Wyoming, Moody (Hawley) is like a different person!
In Cronin's impression, he was full of vitality before, and he was a downright stunned young man.

But now, it's completely different.

Was it because of being a labor leader in Wyoming?

"Moody, haven't we talked for a long time?" Cronin calmed down for no reason, "Do you have any opinion on me?"

"No, Mr. Cronin, you will always be my guide and the leader of the California labor movement. I respect you very much."

Holly said so.

However, the bearded man couldn't hear any respect from his words.

"Then tell me, why did you bring these Chinese laborers in?" Cronin tried his best to make his voice sound a little more friendly.

"For the Knights of Labor, sir." Hawley replied calmly.

Cronin knew that if he went on like this, he wouldn't be able to say anything.

So, he began to test Holly's bottom line:

"If I asked you to clear these Chinese workers out now, would you be willing to do so?"

"Okay." After Hawley finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the door of the office cabin, and the officers were behind him.

In the office, only Cronin was left alone.

The bearded man sat down on the chair.

Sure enough, he brought it out with his own hands. It's only been a few days, and he is no longer the president in his eyes.

He decided to give this ignorant kid a little color.

Cronin found Bader.

"Head, you finally think of me?"

Bader looked at the bearded man resentfully.

Since the bearded man fully trusted Holly, he hadn't seen the leader of the California Labor Knights in front of him very much.

"Go, find a way to hold a rally and gather the earliest members of the trade union. I want to announce a very important thing at the rally."

The bearded man didn't even have a word of comfort, and directly gave orders to Bede.

Meanwhile, Hawley is drinking afternoon tea with Hanif in the secluded back garden of Hanif's home.

"Leave it to me." Hanif closed the newspaper in his hand, picked up the coffee on the side table, "Boss told me, you won't touch dirty things."

He walked past Holly and patted the blond youth on the shoulder like a big brother.

Two days later, night.

Cronin was sitting in his office, suddenly a little restless.

He will be leaving in a moment to set out for the meeting place.

It's still the warehouse next to the pier.

For the past two days, the bearded man has been hanging around in the trade union below, wanting to see if Holly cleared out those Chinese workers as he wanted.

But during these two days, Hawley and the others did not hold any gatherings.

Therefore, he couldn't figure out whether the young man followed his instructions.

The bearded man glanced at the clock in the corner of the office.

The time is almost up, it's time to go.

When he walked out the door, he found that the outside had been shrouded in thick fog.

The street lamps emitted a dim light in the fog, vaguely, like a shadow.

Cronin rode his horse through the fog.

Everything around him was hazy and indistinct.

Just as he can't see the specific situation of the California Labor Knights at all now.

The fog gets bigger the closer you get to the pier.

It was difficult for Cronin to find a reference, so he could only walk along the coast and feel his way to the pier.

There are no pedestrians on the road.

However, while walking, Cronin suddenly heard the faint sound of horseshoes coming from behind.

The sound of the horse's hooves was obviously not from the horse under his crotch.

He stopped his horse and looked back.

Nothing but thick fog.

And the sound of horseshoes stopped suddenly.

Cronin turned his head and continued to move forward.

However, as he set off, the sound of horseshoes sounded again.

This time, he heard it for real.

Behind him, there is indeed someone, and they have been following him.

When he walks, he walks behind; when he stops, he stops behind.

Sweat dripped down his back.

Cronin's hand subconsciously reached into his arms.

There was a revolver in there.

Used for self-defense.

The bearded man took a deep breath, and suddenly turned around again.

He drew out his gun and pointed at the pitch-black mist:

"Who? Come out!" Cronin growled in a low voice.

No one answered him, there was no sound of horseshoes or people, and there was no sound around.

Cronin felt that going on like this was not an option.

He lifted the reins, kicked the horse's belly, and sent the horse galloping through the mist.

However, night and fog.

It's not a good idea to ride fast in such poor visibility.

Cronin's horse stepped into a pit and threw him out.

The bearded man struggled to stand up and touched his forehead.

There is bad news and good news.

The bad news is that his head was broken and his hands are now covered in blood to the touch.

The good news is that when he looked up, a building's outer wall appeared in front of him.

This happens to be the location of today's meeting - the dock warehouse.

He knew nothing about this warehouse.

Cronin tidied up his clothes.

He walked forward against the wall, and soon found the side door of the warehouse.

Usually, they enter from here.

Outside the warehouse at this time, nothing could be seen or heard.

It seemed that Bede and those veterans had already entered the venue and got ready.

Cronin walked slowly to the door.

He looked back again, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally arrived at the destination, this damn weather!

Cronin raised his hand, faced the door, and knocked lightly six times.

The side door opened with a "creak".

A black figure appeared in the crack of the door: "Come in."

Cronin walked into the door without thinking.

However, the scene in front of him in the next second is something he will never forget in his life.

Almost all of the warehouses are Chinese laborers.

More than 100 yellow faces turned to him at the same time.

"Welcome to the union meeting, Mr. Cronin!"

Hawley stood on the stage and said to him.