America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 426 Increase the dosage!

In the next two months, the newspapers in San Francisco still spared no effort to dig into the "treasure" of Dennis.

During this period of time, nothing else eye-catching happened in this city.

As a result, Dennis' nightmare continued.

If before he was only well-known among the workers, now he is well-known among all the citizens.

The townspeople will look at him with such strange eyes.

This made him feel anxious.

Every morning when he woke up, Dennis would see a reporter squatting at the door of his house.

"Mr. Dennis, someone said you can eat sixteen potatoes for a meal, is that true?"

"Mr. Dennis! Someone broke the news to us that you fought black boxing in Los Angeles. Is there such a thing?"

At first, Dennis chose to ignore these people.

He would hurry between them, without saying a word, towards the offices of the Workers' Party.

He couldn't make an excuse.

Some are true and some are false.

However, as long as there is truth, the false also becomes true.

Dennis was speechless.

Until, a reporter from the "California Rangers" asked a very excessive question behind him:

"Mr. Dennis, I heard that you have a unique hobby and are only interested in horses, is that true? Otherwise, why don't you have a wife and children?"

No one can stand it.

Dennis turned sharply and punched the reporter in the face.

He beat the reporter hard.

The reporter was beaten, but he was very happy:
"...the well-meaning leader of San Francisco brutally beat well-meaning journalists, and there is reason to believe that our problems have touched the depths of his soul."

Dennis once tried to prove his innocence through legal means.

He sued a dozen newspapers in San Francisco court for defamation.

But because of the Labor leader's notoriety among lawyers and the courts, no one wanted to take his case.

Dennis is exhausted.

He thought he should have a strong heart, and his subordinates also reminded him that as long as this kind of thing is kept low-key, it will pass after a while.

But being low-key doesn't fit Dennis' personality.

Without impassioned speeches, without strikes, without workers following him, his life would be meaningless.

Inevitably, however, membership in the Cal Workers Party, after a brief uptick with the addition of "lunatic asylum" members following the Knights of Labor split, began to decline sharply.

Most workers are simply unable to distinguish between true and false information, and they are unwilling to follow a controversial leader, especially if he cannot prove his innocence.

What's more, the California Labor Knights next door are undergoing drastic reforms under the leadership of the new leader.

It is said that there will be big moves soon.

This brought Dennis to the brink of collapse.

He couldn't imagine that the Labor Party, which he had painstakingly managed for so many years, would gradually disappear like this.

He hasn't slept well for almost a month, and every day when he wakes up, he feels as if something is flying in front of him.

Dennis decided to put all his eggs in one basket.

He wants to organize another rally on the familiar sand, and use his past achievements to arouse the support of the workers.

The day of the rally finally arrived.

Dennis came to the venue in the sand with dark circles under his eyes.

It was the first meeting place he used when he first came to San Francisco.

Ten years ago, it was also here that I brought a group of Irish brothers to Chinatown.

At that time, the participants were all over the sand, and the mayor of San Francisco also came to stand for himself.

But now, there are really not many people in the audience.

Except for the "lunatic asylum faction" and the hardliners of the labor union, he had never seen many of the rest.

This is not because new workers have joined.

It's because these people aren't workers at all.

Some of them are small handicraftsmen nearby, or small shopkeepers and other San Francisco citizens.

Most of these people are close to watch the excitement.

Of course, those reporters who came to get material were indispensable.

"When I was young, every time my father ate something, he would not allow me to waste a little bit."

"He told me that when I was in Ireland, my two uncles starved to death."

"We traveled across the ocean, came to New York, and crossed the entire United States to come here."

"This is a magical and hopeful country. My parents and I believe that as long as we rely on our own hands, we can live a good life."

"But we still don't have enough to eat, and we don't have enough clothes."

"I've thought about it for a long time. Those capitalists are greedy, but the most important reason is that the Chinese workers from the East made us lose the capital to negotiate with those capitalists."

Looking at the audience in the audience, Dennis took a deep breath.

"Have you ever seen a Chinese laborer who only ate half a meal a day? Have you ever seen a Chinese laborer whose hands were worn down to the bone, but kept silent? You have seen your companions, buried under an avalanche, and the next day Are the Chinese laborers still working?"

"I've seen it!! They don't think of themselves as a person at all! We can't do this, and we can't compete with them in this regard."

"So, Chinese! Must go!"

"If they don't leave, this West Coast, in the future, our descendants will be driven out of this place."

The people in the audience were stunned when they heard Dennis' speech.

From what he said, it seems to be the case, but isn't he admitting that white people are inferior to yellow people?
Is Dennis crazy?
"Your logic is extremely ridiculous!"

A group of people suddenly appeared on the periphery of the venue.

Huo Li, who was the leader, and Wang Qingfu walked side by side with him.

And behind them are members of the California Labor Knights.

Among them are white people and Chinese laborers.

Wang Qingfu stood a few meters away from the stage, loudly refuting Dennis:
"Being oppressed, you don't look for reasons from yourself, but transfer your hatred to others. What kind of behavior is it? You are afraid that you will not be able to run the race, so you pull out a gun and shoot your opponent. This is a naked bandit act. !"

When Dennis saw Wang Qingfu, his eyes burst into flames.

He is a man who is easily provoked.

"Shut up, you inferior man!"

"I don't think the Chinese workers are inferior!" Hawley, the leader of the California Workers' Knights, suddenly began to speak. He pointed to the vigorous Chinese workers behind him, "They are brothers, and everyone here is dedicated to this You have done your part in building the country!"

"They all have legal citizenship."

This sentence sparked a discussion in the audience.

After the bill came out, didn't it mean that Chinese are not allowed to have American citizenship anymore?Where did such a large number of Chinese laborers with legal citizenship come from?

"Stop talking nonsense! You are a liar! How can these people have citizenship?" Dennis laughed.

His laughter has begun to be a little nervous.

"We have!" A Chinese laborer stood up and took out the identity certificates that the New Mexico court had issued for them.

Others followed suit.

The audience in the audience was taken aback again.

I didn't expect these people to be citizens just like me!
Hawley raised his hand, motioning everyone to listen to him.

People found that he was holding something like a letter in his hand.

"Before you say I'm a liar, do you want to explain what this letter is about?" Hawley's face sank without a sunny smile.

The letter in Hawley's hand looked familiar to Dennis.

Especially, the postmark on that envelope.

It was written to himself by the mayor of San Francisco more than ten years ago.

But that letter should have been lost long ago, why did it appear in Holly's hands? !

Dennis's mind went blank.

If that letter is true, half of my life's hard work will be in vain.

Holly first showed everyone the postmark on the envelope, then slowly took out the letter from the envelope and began to recite.

This letter was indeed written to Dennis by the previous mayor.

The mayor needs re-election, votes, and more people to support him, so he entrusts Dennis to set up a target for him. For example, the Chinese, after arousing the emotions of the citizens, come to the platform to gain support.

This time, the audience was blown up.

Especially those old members of the Labor Party, they can't accept that Dennis has been playing tricks on them for so many years.

"You bastard!"

"You are the liar! You have lied to us for more than ten years!"

The scolding came and went, endlessly.

The reporter also became excited, fanning the flames and cursing at the same time.

Dennis's subordinates desperately winked at Dennis, making him deny that the letter was genuine.

But in the face of these workers who I have known for more than ten years, but now point their noses and yell at me.

Dennis stood still and his eyes stopped.

Just when people thought he was stupid.

Dennis suddenly made a shocking movement.

A weird smile appeared on his face, and then he walked to the edge of the stage, unbuttoned his pants, exposed the "water gun", and began to urinate on the people in the audience.

"You idiots! The Chinese have come! They have come to conquer the world! You don't understand anything!"

Dennis's eyes became crazy, and the "water gun" began to sweep.

He is really crazy.

Another two months passed.

A young Chinese dressed in formal attire appeared in the St. Elizabeth Mental Hospital.

His name is Chen Jianqiu.

This person sent many patients to St. Elizabeth, and also funded a lot of money for the mental hospital.

Therefore, the dean, who is also the chief psychiatrist, personally accompanied Chen Jianqiu to visit here.

From the outside, the mental hospital looks full of flowers and green leaves, peaceful and peaceful, but the feeling of walking inside is different.

From time to time, there were screams and nervous laughter in the ward, as well as a lot of hysterical roars and crying.

"How are the few patients I brought in?"

Chen Jianqiu and the dean strolled in the yard, asking questions as they walked.

The dean looked at a young doctor behind him.

"Those seven people would visit each other from time to time, and then they would talk about the idea that the Chinese laborers would replace the white workers as the masters of California; they were defeated because they didn't have weapons ready or something, and at the same time, they planned to re-establish an organization."

The dean looked down with disdain.

There are "talented people coming out in large numbers" here, and it is not uncommon to set up an organization, and some people are born to think that they are kings.

"Increase the dose!"

(End of this chapter)