America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 432 Pier 63 Hyde Street

In a blink of an eye, it was the night of the second day.

At this time, San Francisco is already in full bloom.

Hawley ate a little supper before continuing to stay in the office to deal with the strike.

In addition to meeting the demands of the California union itself, the strike was also in solidarity with the upcoming general strike in Chicago on May [-].

At that time, it will be a nationwide general strike.

Thousands of American workers will shout at their bosses the strongest voice of the second half of the 19th century on this day.

But the headquarters of the Knights of Labor didn't think so.

Hawley received a letter this morning.

Written by T.V. Bodley, National Leader of the Knights of Labour,

The well-dressed, jazz-like Labor leader hoped Hawley would stop booing.

In the letter, he expounded his view that labor conflicts should be resolved through arbitration and peaceful negotiation, rather than confrontation and violence.

Hawley scoffed at that.

No wonder Cronin ignored the headquarters at all.

Down below there are many hills, and the top is opportunistic, and there are a bunch of ghosts and snakes in the middle, each with his own ghost.

Such a Labor Knights are not far from collapse.

Hawley wondered whether to write back to headquarters.

The pen he was holding stayed on the paper for a long time, but he still didn't write any words in the end.

Otherwise, let's not go back.

He really didn't know what to write to this man.

It's pointless to hate him, and it's even more against my heart to lick him.

It's better to wait until the strike is over before dealing with the matter.

Hawley put down his pen and glanced at the clock in the corner.

The time has come to 07:30 in the evening.

It's time to go to the appointment and meet Chen Jianqiu.

He put all the pen and paper into the drawer, stood up and put on a thin coat, and then covered the kerosene lamp.

The flame of the kerosene lamp went out, and the room became dark.

Holly walked out the door, turned and locked it, and stuffed the key into his coat pocket.

After making sure that no one was around, Hawley walked in the direction of Hyde Street.

It is not far from the office yard to the destination, but it needs to pass through a low shack area.

Most people here are reluctant to light their lights at night, so it's pitch black.

Hawley walked through the streets of the shack by moonlight.

However, when he passed a narrow alley, a black figure turned out from the intersection.

Holly reacted very quickly, and touched his waist directly.

However, his hand was held down.

The speed of the black shadow was even faster, and he had already approached him:
"it's me."

A familiar voice came from beside him.

Someone pulled him under the moonlight and took off his hat at the same time.

A familiar face came into Holly's eyes.

It was Chen Jianqiu.

"Brother?" Holly was surprised and delighted, "Didn't we make an appointment to meet at the pier?"

He glanced behind Chen Jianqiu, and found that there were only the two of them in the entire alley.

"Your Labor Knights have been infiltrated, and all strike plans have been leaked." Chen Jianqiu said lightly.

Hawley looked shocked, and his mind flashed the faces of people who had been exposed to the strike plan.

"Is it the three people from Hanif?" Hawley asked calmly after thinking for a while.

"Whether the undercover agent is among those three people, we will know after tonight." Chen Jianqiu glanced at the direction of the pier, "As for the pier, let's not go there to join in the fun."

"Brother, where did you arrange an ambush?" Huo Li knew that Chen Jianqiu would never strike lightly.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

"Hanif found some things that the reporters and Brannan were very interested in." He raised his eyebrows, "Hanif has no other skills, but he is quite good at collecting these things."

Holly somewhat understood what Chen Jianqiu was talking about.

The expression on his face also became wonderful.

"So, Hanif's demotion is also fake, right?" he asked, "It's just a show for those people to see?"

This time, Chen Jianqiu shook his head again.

"This is true."

He rubbed his face with a look of resentment:
"Sometimes, I really want to send him to my ranch to raise horses."

The pier at 63 Hyde Street is different from other piers in San Francisco.

There is a sandy beach here.

On the opposite side of the beach is Marin County, separated by the Golden Gate Strait.

There was no Golden Gate Bridge at this time.

The exchanges between the two sides basically rely on ferries, so during the day, people come and go on the strait, which is very lively.

But at night, after the last ferry has done its job, the place is quiet again.

The moonlight is very gentle today.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, the beach let the sea breeze push the waves to beat gently, and the sky was lonely.

But Brannan was not in the mood to admire the beauty of the beach under the moonlight.

Although San Francisco at the end of April is neither cold nor hot, it is just right to put on a coat.

However, Brannan was still hurt by the sea breeze.

"Mr. Brannan, what is that shocking news you're talking about?" a reporter behind him complained.

He and several of his companions, as well as Brannan's men, hid in the shadow of the trestle.

"It's so dark at night, you probably brought us to the beach to blow some air?" The reporter shrank his head.

Brannan smiled "hehe": "Just wait patiently, the news I gave must be very exciting!"

"But didn't you say eight o'clock? It's 08:30 now." The reporter took out his pocket watch and looked at the hands by the moonlight.

Brannan frowned.

That's right, didn't Heilman tell him it was eight o'clock, but almost half an hour has passed, why is there no one?
How could these two people be so unpunctual even for an appointment?

Just when Brannan secretly slandered.

An attendant beside him touched Brannan lightly on the shoulder.

"Master, look, who is that?"

The follower pointed in the direction of the beach and said softly.

Brannan looked in the direction the entourage was pointing.

A person wearing overalls appeared on the seashore at some point.

The moonlight could not shine on his face, but that blonde hair was particularly conspicuous.

The man stopped by the sea, looking up from time to time in the direction of Hyde Street, as if he was waiting for someone.

"Hey, it's finally here, and I'll show you your true colors later."

Brannan turned his head and looked at his followers excitedly,

"Are the gas lamps and mirrors ready? Turn them up to full brightness in a minute!"

Sure enough, not long after, another person appeared from the direction that person was looking at.

The difference from the man by the beach is that this man wrapped himself up tightly and walked towards the beach in a hurry.

The two soon met and passed into the shadows.

"Prepare, prepare, hehe." Brannan couldn't contain his excitement, gearing up.

"Master, should we take a closer look, why do I feel that the figure of that person doesn't look like Chen Jianqiu? Chen Jianqiu is not so short!" The entourage said cautiously.

"Look? How do you see it? Why don't you get closer?" Brannan asked himself.

He stood up first, rushed out from the shadow of the trestle, and ran towards the target.

A group of people surrounded the two people at the beach.

"Light up! Light up! Light it up! Light it up! Let everyone see who you are!" Brannan rubbed his hands excitedly.

All the things that the entourage can use are used.

The flames of five or six gas lamps shot high, and reflected in the mirror, the beach was illuminated brightly.

The two people who were caught raised their hands to cover their faces.

Especially the one who came later, wearing a big hood, and the scarf he just untied was wrapped back in an instant.

"Why? Don't you dare to admit it? You two?" Brannan gloated at the two of them.

He greeted the reporters behind him: "Come and see, you testify today! I won't say anything! You can write whatever you want!"

As soon as they heard the reporter coming, the two of them seemed to tense up instantly, and they both backed away.

Finally, someone couldn't hold it anymore.

"Brannan! I was wrong! It's all my fault! Can you forgive me?" A crying female voice came from under the hood.

Brannan suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why does this voice sound so familiar?

He quickly rushed to the person who was speaking, took away her arm that was covering her face, and pulled off the hood on the person's head at the same time.

A clump of hair tumbled out of it.

Brannan looked closer by the light of the gas lamp and saw the face of a woman he knew all too well.

This is his wife, Suzanne!

Brannan walked up to the other man and slapped his hand away, which was also covering his face.

It was a young face, equally very handsome, but definitely not Holly!

"You! Why! What! What! Yes! Here! Here?! Didn't you tell me that you went to your mother's house?"

Brannan yelled at his wife.

Pointing at the blond youth, he questioned:

"Who is he?"

Susanna rushed to her husband and hugged him: "It's all my fault, don't embarrass Dick! I beg you!"

This woman would run out to have a private meeting with her lover at this time every week.

But it has never been found.

She saw Brannan appearing here with a large group of people just now, and she just thought that her husband came to settle the score after knowing about the adultery.

She knew exactly what kind of person her husband was.

While hugging Brannan, Susannah looked at her lover and moved her mouth. Judging from the shape of her mouth, she was saying:

"Why are you standing there? Run!"

The young man named Dick reacted quickly, took a chance, and ran into the darkness.

Seeing this, Brannan, who was still in a daze, woke up immediately.

He pushed away his wife in his arms, pulled out a revolver from the waist of his entourage, and raised his hand to shoot Dick in the direction he was running.

The shot apparently missed.

Brannan chased into the darkness with a gun, swearing loudly as he went.

Seeing the young master chasing after him, the followers naturally followed, leaving only the reporters who were still staring.

I've seen rape arresters, but I've never seen one with a reporter so ruthless.

Since he says we can write whatever we want, let's obey his wishes.

(End of this chapter)