America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 421 Cup Bow Snake Shadow
A familiar warehouse, a familiar gas lamp, a familiar table.

However, among the workers in the audience, the bearded man didn't know any of them.

These Chinese workers looked at Cronin who came in from the side door, some with indifferent expressions, and some with doubts in their eyes.

However, their eyes were obviously not very friendly.

The bearded man stopped moving forward.

Because he suddenly saw several workers on the second floor carrying several rifles on their shoulders.

One of the Chinese workers touched the gun subconsciously.

He didn't wait for any further actions from the other gunmen.

The bearded Cronin turned his head and ran away.

The Chinese worker who was holding the door was about to close the door.

The bearded man took a few steps forward, pushed the Chinese worker away with his shoulders, and knocked him out of the door.

He stumbled into the foggy night, not caring for his horse.

After a while, Bede showed up at the door of the warehouse with a group of people.

When he opened the door, he saw the same scene as the bearded man.

Bede was at a loss, and was just about to ask why Holly and these Chinese workers were here.

However, Holly had already come in front of them, and spoke first:

"Why did you come here?" The blond young man put his hands in his pockets and asked, with a slightly reproachful tone.

"Uh, when we were out of the city, we ran into a few policemen patrolling the night, stopped us, and asked why we were wandering around in the middle of the night." Bader shook his head.

"What do you say? Didn't reveal our meeting place?" Hawley frowned.

"Um, of course not. We are very experienced in dealing with this kind of thing." Bede led the "senators" into the warehouse, "It's just a long delay."

He glanced around the table, but did not find Cronin.

But other than him, the other core personnel are all here.

The vice president, Hawley, and the other officers are all missing.

"Has the president not come yet?" Bede asked.

"Come here, but left soon." Holly glanced at the side door.

"Oh, he said he has something very important to announce." Bede sighed.

"He told me, he's not here, so I'll announce it." Hawley walked to the stage.

He looked at the Chinese workers in the audience and the old men of the Labor Knights:

"Starting today, the California Labor Knights officially accept Chinese workers as members, and we will jointly carry out the next strike action!"

The bearded man ran aimlessly through the fog.

Over the years, he is still very clear about his attitude towards the Chinese workers and what he has done.

If we talk about the person most hated by the Chinese laborers in California, Dennis Carney, the leader of the California Labor Party, is one, and he is another.

He was afraid that those Chinese laborers with guns would chase him out and shoot him in the head.

After all, in the suburbs of San Francisco at night, it is normal for a few shots to be fired and many people to die.

Cronin ran for a while before stopping.

It was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers, and he didn't know where he had come.

Cronin did not choose to go back to his apartment.

When it was dark and foggy, he couldn't find his way after running around for a while.

Second, he really didn't dare to go back now.

Hawley must have come prepared for this.

He recalled that he asked him to follow O'Neill, but O'Neill died in Stone Springs just like that.

Who would believe that he was beaten to death by Chinese laborers?

Cronin touched in the dark for a long time, and his fingers finally touched something cold and hard.

Like a slate.

He then sat down against the stone slab.

Drowsiness strikes.

Cronin slowly closed his eyes.

He fell asleep.

"Hey, hey, where is this homeless man, get out of here! Is this where you sleep?"

Early the next day, the bearded Cronin was woken up by the sound of cursing.

It was already light, and the morning mist was still there, but it was gradually dissipating as the sun rose.

An old man in rags, holding a shovel in his hand, was staring at him with his only eye.

His other eye was already blind, and the wound was horrific.

Seeing Cronin staring at him, the old man scolded angrily: "What are you looking at? I was blinded by the bombing in Gettysburg 20 years ago. If it weren't for you bastard Yankees, I would still be there Enjoy your old age."

"Instead of looking at the cemetery here." He lowered his head and dug up a handful of soil with a shovel.

When Cronin heard this, he hurriedly looked back.

This is indeed a stone slab, but it is also a tombstone.

He got up from the ground in a "crack" and looked around.

There are always a bunch of tombstones with similar shapes erected around.

Last night, I panicked and ran into a cemetery in the suburbs, and then slept in front of someone else's grave all night.

Cronin thought unluckily, patted the dirt on his buttocks, and walked out of the cemetery.

He decided to go to the place he rented first to see the situation.

Cronin walked out onto the street, got on a trolley, got off, walked two blocks, and came near his apartment.

He hid on a street corner and carefully observed the surrounding situation.

It was early morning at this time, and there were not many pedestrians on the street.

However, when Cronin took a closer look, he suddenly felt suffocated.

When did there suddenly appear so many yellow-skinned Chinese around my apartment? !

Directly below my apartment building, two Chinese were smoking while talking about something; in the clothing store opposite the apartment building, a Chinese was carrying a bucket and scrubbing the glass, but in my impression, the clothing store opposite had never been opened. Chinese employees!
Where the hell did these people come from?
They don't look like Chinese laborers, but Bao Buqi is a Chinese gangster in Chinatown.

Cronin poked his head on the street.

However, his beard is too conspicuous.

One of the two Chinese downstairs seemed to have spotted him.

One of them touched his clothes; the other also dropped his cigarette and walked towards the corner of the street where Cronin was hiding.

Seeing this, Cronin turned around and ran away without saying a word.

They ran all the way again.

Passers-by looked at him with strange eyes.

They only saw a bearded man running desperately along the street.

Running panicked, running out of control.

But no one seemed to be chasing him.

After running for a while, Cronin found that the two Chinese didn't come after him, so he stopped slowly and hid at the corner of the street panting heavily.

The headquarters of the labor union will definitely not be able to go back now.

These Chinese people can keep an eye on where they live, and they will definitely not let them go there.

Damn Moody (Hawley), even in order to seize power by any means, colluded with the Chinese laborers!

After much deliberation, Cronin made a decision that he would never have made before.

He decided to go to his sworn enemy, the leader of the California Labor Party, Danny Dennis.

As the two largest labor unions in California.

The relationship between the Knights of Labor and the California Workers Party has undergone a subtle process of change.

The Workers' Party is a local organization, and the Labor Knights are a foreign branch.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon does not overwhelm a snake.

In the earliest days, the two sides did not interfere with each other, guarded their own territory, and abided by the principles. On strike matters, the joint union should be discussed.

The watershed moment was Hawley's emergence.

First he joined the Knights in the territory of the Workers' Party.

Subsequently, the blond young man took the undercover agents of the Border Detective Agency to wipe out all trade union organizations except the Workers' Party, and incorporated them all into the Labor Knights.

In this way, the two sides completely turned their faces.

If Hawley hadn't been ordered to go to Wyoming, I am afraid that Dennis' Workers Party would be incorporated by Hawley or driven out of California.

During this period, Cronin was like a king about to rule the world, and his attitude towards Dennis was very arrogant.

He rejected all Dennis' requests for a joint strike, and told him mercilessly:
In California, all trade union matters must be listened to by the Knights of Labor and Cronin, otherwise, it will be difficult to move forward.

Now, however, this arrogant "leader" is standing dejectedly at the gate of the Labor Party headquarters.

(End of this chapter)