America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 423 Beer Hall Riot

The core members of the Labor Knights received a shocking news the next day:
Cronin, the founder and former leader of the California Knights, was imprisoned in the St. Elizabeth Mental Hospital for "treatment" and his return date is yet to be determined.

All the affairs of the knight order are temporarily represented by the vice president Hawley.

Regarding this matter, the attitudes of the key members of the Knights formed a polarized attitude.

Some are hardcore fans of Cronin.

Call it a "die hard".

They are staunch anti-China and white supremacist racists.

These people firmly believe that this is a conspiracy.

Based on their knowledge of the former leader, Cronin would never allow Chinese workers to join the California Labor Knights.

Huo Li is an opportunist who chooses to join forces with those lowly Chinese laborers for the sake of his position!

Others raised their hands and welcomed Hawley as the new leader.

In addition to the undercover agents of the Border Detective Agency, these people also included some old members who were dissatisfied with Cronin.

Because Holly's own ability has proved that he is stronger than Cronin.

They have always believed that the problem of Huagong is a trap set by those bosses.

These labor organization leaders on the west coast are either ulterior motives or low IQs, and they keep leading the workers into it.

The two factions clashed bitterly at the second labor conference under Hawley.

The two sides stood on both sides of the table, and a passageway wide for one person was separated in the middle.

They were fighting with each other in the air, spitting stars flying all over the place, and they put hats on each other.

The former was ridiculed as the "lunatic asylum faction" because he supported Cronin who was sent to a mental hospital.

The latter is known as the "yellow-haired sweetheart pie".

Because the rough men of the "lunatic asylum" think that Holly has a delicate face, and he doesn't look like a worker at all, but like a sweetheart played by rich women.

The person involved, Holly, stood aside and watched coldly.

In his opinion, compared with his teacher and elder brother, the attack power of these people needs to be increased.

Quarrels are obviously not enjoyable for the workers and masters.

Even the parliament can fight, let alone the trade union.

After a mouthful of old phlegm from one guy's mouth in the "Crazy Asylum" pie flies across the aisle into the opposite face.

The aisle disappeared in an instant.

The two sides scuffled together.

"Snapped!"

A shot rang out in the warehouse.

People on both sides shrunk their necks subconsciously.

A ray of sunlight shone through a hole in the roof.

Everyone looked at the stage.

Hawley held a revolver in his hand, still smoking from the muzzle.

"Has everyone talked about it?"

He jumped off the stage and walked over to the Madhouse faction.

Facing the angry workers, Hawley said:

"Everyone entered the labor union before me, and I respect everyone very much."

There was a smile on his face.

The ray of sunshine shrouded his face, making his smile look extra warm.

However, next, Hawley changed the subject.

"However, I want to say something here today."

"No matter whether you have opinions on me personally or are dissatisfied with those Chinese workers, the cooperation with the Chinese workers will not be terminated."

"Times have changed. Cronin's attempt to expel all Chinese laborers from this country is futile! Since this time, all expulsions against Chinese laborers have failed!"

He turned his head and glanced at the Chinese labor representatives who were scattered among the crowd.

These people are all from Roswell.

Chen Jianqiu selected some Chinese workers with relatively good qualifications and relatively good foundations.

He spent more than two years enlightening and nurturing them ideologically.

And these people, when Hawley returned to California, were sent to the factory in California.

Basically, each of them will be in charge of one or two factories, and use any method they can to influence the other Chinese workers in the factory.

If there is a situation where penetration is weak due to high resistance to ideological work.

Under Chen Jianqiu's instruction, Niu Sanhui sent workers directly from Roswell to that factory.

"We have a common enemy, and only by cooperating can we have greater strength!" Hawley continued.

His words won unanimous applause from the "yellow-haired sweetheart pies" behind him.

If you are bullied by the strong, you will bully the weaker ones.

This in itself is a piece of nonsense logic.

But these words did not convince the "lunatic asylum faction".

"You are a traitor! A traitor!"

One of them cursed, pointing at Hawley's nose.

An old man with a white beard in khaki overalls gave Holly a hard look.

He is a loyal fan of Cronin, and he has been with the bearded man from a very early age, but he was stubborn before and was not very popular.

"Boy! Just remember, Cronin's account, we will settle with you sooner or later!"

However, Holly glanced up at the second floor.

There suddenly appeared a group of workers with guns.

Chen Jianqiu taught him:
If it doesn't make sense, use money, and if there is no money, use guns.

The people on the first floor also saw the workers with guns.

There was some commotion among the "lunatic asylum party" crowd.

"Don't be afraid, they dare not shoot!" The old man with the white beard tried to stabilize everyone.

He turned his head and yelled at the smiling Holly: "Bastard! Somebody try to shoot?!"

His chest was rising and falling sharply, his face was stiff, and he had a stern look on his face.

"Everyone is a worker brother, we will not shoot." Hawley said, "A Chinese friend of mine told me a proverb in their country, which is called 'differences do not conspire with each other', so..."

He pointed to the door.

"Everyone please go ahead!"

The white-bearded old man discussed with several other leaders around him, and then left the warehouse with his own people cursing.

"President, does their departure mean that the Knights of Labor have completely split? I am worried that if they stir up the emotions of the workers, the Knights of Labor will collapse."

Seeing the backs of this group of people leaving, Bede behind Hawley asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, the workers' ideas are simple and simple. Whoever wins, they support, and whoever benefits them, who they follow."

In the weeks that followed, the workers' representatives of the "lunatic asylum faction" did not let it go.

Under the organization of the white-bearded old man, the core five gathered in a beer hall in private.

"That yellow hair is so irritating. Before the hair is fully grown, he dares to teach us old people a lesson!"

"Yeah, when he came in, he was just a guy who got fired from a dynamite factory."

"If you want to blame it, blame Cronin for being blind!"

"How about we come out and form an organization alone?"

"I don't think so. It's not like you haven't seen how Hawley cleaned up those small organizations. My suggestion is that we collectively join the California Workers Party!"

"We people are considered a small organization when we come out?"

There were a lot of beer bottles on the table, but the four of them couldn't come up with a complete idea.

In the end, their eyes stopped on the white-bearded old man who had been drinking all the time without speaking.

"Uncle, you are the oldest, please give me an idea." A worker representative said.

"Isn't it just a gun? Huh, who doesn't have a gun?" The white bearded old man said viciously with his eyes red from drinking.

I don't know if it's because of the rush of blood or the smell of alcohol, but the old man stood up from the stool with a "crack".

"Brothers! We have followed Mr. Cronin for so many years and fought for the workers brothers. How can we let him pick peaches for a yellow-haired boy?"

The old man, "Old man talking about youth madness", waved his fists, saliva flying all over the place.

"We can't give in! We should fight him! Organize a riot! We must."

"Yes, I want your mother!"

The old man was only halfway through when he was greeted with curses from a young drinker at the next table.

While cursing, the alcoholic wiped the old man's spittle off his face.

The leading big brother was scolded, but the little brothers naturally refused.

The other four stood up one after another.

"Who are you talking about? You bastard, try saying something again if you can?" One of them pointed to the nose of the drinker at the next table.

The drinkers are not to be outdone, there are quite a few people at their table, and the two sides are evenly matched.

"It's you blustering waste!" He continued to curse.

The speech of the white-bearded old man was disturbed by the drinkers.

But does the emotion calm down when it is said to calm down?

His face flushed red.

The old man had been convinced by his speech.

He seemed to have returned to his youth overnight, the age when he stepped forward to see whoever disliked him and just did it.

"Oh!"

A bottle flew straight over the head of the young drinker, knocking him dizzy.

"Come on! You bastards! Let me show you how powerful I am! Let me teach you young people how to behave!"

The old man stepped on the stool with one foot and stood on the table with the other, looking very energetic.

Then, he was knocked down by three empty beer bottles.

(End of this chapter)