The Creators: From Night City

Even in 1899, a mature railway construction team had a very complete organizational structure. At the top was a chief engineer, and foremen and supervisors were present for every forty or fifty people. The technical workers, including the blasting team, blacksmiths, mechanics, and surveyors, accounted for about 5% of the total number of people. The logistics, including the medical team, cooking team, and religious personnel, also accounted for about 5%. The rest were basically ordinary laborers.

Among these ordinary laborers, Chinese workers generally account for more than 80%, and the rest are Irish laborers, and a small number of African freemen and Mexicans.

Of course, the company's armed personnel who are responsible for maintaining public order, protecting against wild animals, and hunting down deserters should also be included, but their number is not large.

Chinese workers were known for their hard work and dedication, and rarely caused trouble. Wilderness gangs generally did not think of attacking these unprofitable construction teams, so the number of armed personnel basically only accounted for about 3-5%.

Of course, most middle and senior managers, and even technical personnel, carry their own guns.

As for the mobile tents that must be set up around every camp, these brothels and casinos, although they also need to pay commissions to the railway company on time, they are only cooperative relationships and are not counted.

In other words, there were not even 10 formal armed forces in the railway camp of several hundred people in front of Jiang Bing and 21 Indian warriors.

These gunmen, armed with revolvers and lever-action rifles, had absolutely no discipline at all.

Jiang Bing and his men had already reached the gate of the camp. The two sentries at the gate were lazily lying on chairs in the wooden shed, drinking some whiskey from time to time.

Of course, facing the attack of a large group of armed gangsters, the two men also showed strong intention to resist, but before they could draw their guns, they were shot to pieces.

The sound of gunfire instantly set the already dormant camp in an uproar. Several ragged gunmen rushed out of the tents, but before they could even face the attackers, they were riddled with bullets.

No notice, no negotiation, no right or wrong.

All armed personnel who dare to resist with guns will be eliminated immediately.

The sound of gunfire was like frying beans, but then it subsided.

Soon, the open space in the camp was illuminated by the campfire.

More than 200 Chinese workers, dozens of Irish workers, and a small number of skilled workers were driven to the open space.

When there are too many people, people's hearts are bound to be uneasy. When people's hearts are uneasy, it is inevitable that some people will incite resistance.

But this problem is easy to solve.

A white supervisor just stood up and raised his arm to call for action, but before he could say anything constructive, a revolver bullet accurately broke his arm.

It also interrupted everyone's thoughts of resistance.

Chapter 234: Unique Recruitment

The dozen or so corpses on the ground and the dozens of black-clad gunmen in the darkness made everyone become timid quails.

Jiang Bing slammed a newly modified revolver from the Prelude onto the table in front of him. The wooden board collided with the metal body of the gun, making a sporadic "click" sound.

Feng Xuesheng, who was sitting at the table, was shaking with fear.

Jiang Bing had taken off the mask. He sat at the wooden table, looking at the construction map on the table with interest.

"Sir, if you have any instructions, please tell me."

Feng Xuesheng was still hesitating about the meaning behind Jiang Bing's oriental face, his mind lost in conspiracy. Zhu Changbian, a veteran Hunan Army deserter, had already knelt on the ground skillfully, kowtowing like a chicken.

'Boom boom! '

The dull sound of fingers tapping on the table made Zhu Changbian raise his head involuntarily, just in time to meet Jiang Bing's slightly cold gaze.

"Stand up, don't kneel."

Zhu Changbian shuddered as if he had been electrocuted and quickly stood up trembling.

"My goodness, there is such murderous intent in this gentleman's eyes." Zhu Changbian muttered to himself. He stood up, but still looked servile.

Jiang Bing was too lazy to correct it.

"name?"

Zhu Changbian quickly responded, "Sir, I am Zhu Changgui!"

"Call out those in charge in the crowd."

The other party was stunned, but soon realized that this was an opportunity, and opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared.

It has to be said that the old soldiers who have served in the feudal army are much more agile than ordinary people in adapting to the situation and currying favor with the powerful.

He nodded and agreed quickly, like a fat translator who had just received an order from a Japanese colonel.

With a sense of arrogance, he quickly pointed out several people in charge in the crowd.

Among them were the white chief engineer Hal, the highly respected foreman among the Chinese workers Zhou Mancang, and a disheveled priest.

He is also a spiritual leader.

When the Indian warriors discovered the priest, he was preaching in a warbler's tent. Due to the emergency situation, he was caught without even having time to put on his clothes.

"Sir, I think everything can be discussed." Chief Engineer Hal tried to negotiate with Jiang Bing.

He raised his hands and said, "I am a senior employee of the Central Railway Company. Please don't hurt us. We can both negotiate the amount of ransom you require."

Jiang Bing waved his hand, signaling his men to shut him up.

"I'm here to recruit today."

This statement caused an uproar. Everyone had seen many recruitments, but this form of recruitment was the first time they had seen it.

"I'm planning to open a few factories and build a few houses soon, and I'm in need of workers."

Looking at the people in the audience, Jiang Bing stood up and walked to the edge of the crowd and continued speaking.

"But you all know that black people are hard to find these days."

“But white people can use it just as well.”

There was an uproar in the crowd.

"Of course, I'm not like those capitalists, slave owners, and vampires. I will pay everyone a salary."

Jiang Bing dodged a dagger that suddenly shot out from the crowd. Three white men suddenly rushed out of the crowd, trying to restrain the leader Jiang Bing so that the others would be afraid to act rashly.

They also saw that Jiang Bing's revolver was still on the table, and he only had a walking stick that could barely be considered a weapon for self-defense, so they chose to take the risk.

How powerful can a civilized stick be?

Soon they understood the true meaning of "you can't judge a book by its cover" and "you can't judge the depth of the sea by its depth".

Jiang Bing smashed the leading strong man's head with a stick, and blood mixed with bone fragments splashed in the air. He turned over and kicked the second strong man more than ten meters away. It was unknown whether he was alive or dead when he landed on the ground.

The last warrior was personally commended by Jiang Bing. A big fight made him slide back three to five meters close to the ground, scaring the crowd back away.

"It seems some people are still dishonest."

Jiang Bing waved over two Indian warriors who were carrying boxes.

One of the boxes contained some gadgets that Jiang Bing had recently been working on.

Bomb anklet.

This anklet for one leg has 4 grams of high-energy explosives built in. Jiang Bing also thoughtfully selected the most skin-friendly titanium metal, supplemented by superb ergonomics, making it safe and secure to wear, comfortable to use, and smooth to walk with.

The toughness of titanium metal ensures that this group of people cannot destroy it even with pliers.

Jiang Bing held the not-so-big anklet high up. After everyone fully understood its function, he used his backhand to clamp it on the ankle of the Irish man who was struggling in pain with his hands covering his face.

"You have ten seconds to escape."

After the other party confirmed that Jiang Bing was not joking, he stood up and fled frantically. Then, in full view of everyone, his ankle was broken by the sudden explosion of the anklet and he fell to the ground.

The crowd was in an uproar again, accompanied by a faint sense of unrest.

The unfortunate guy with a broken ankle was carried back by two Indian warriors. The situation was quickly brought under control due to the dripping blood and tragic wailing.

"It's not very powerful, just enough to blow off a leg, definitely not life-threatening."

With tragic wails as background music, Jiang Bing completed his daily intimidation.

"You are doing something devilish!" the priest was the first to speak.

"God will punish you, a demon who treats humans like animals, by sending you to hell to burn in eternal fire."

"Stop howling! When you capture black people, you tie them up by the neck and put nose rings on them. I'm being very humane here."

Jiang kicked the man to the ground, walked to the table and picked up the revolver.

"I'm a very democratic person. If you don't want to wear the anklet, I absolutely agree with you and will immediately send you to see God so that you can explain my sins to him face to face."

Jiang Bing placed the anklet and the revolver in front of the other party at the same time.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the priest put on the leg ring without hesitation.

"He was arrogant at first but respectful later, which made people laugh."

Zhou Mancang spoke with a Chaozhou accent and made a sarcastic remark.

"I would rather die than surrender."

"Okay, you want it but you haven't got your share yet. Do you really think this is cabbage that's everywhere?"

As Zhou Mancang watched in front of a crowd of Chinese people, as expected, only a group of white people, gamblers and prostitutes put on anklets obediently under the gunpoint of the Indian warriors, and then gathered dejectedly on the side, looking listless, as if they had just participated in the Kennedy parade at Dealey Plaza in Dallas, Texas.

"The things for you are in this box."

After completing the stratification of the crowd, Jiang Bing signaled the soldiers to open the box and pulled over the torch nearby to illuminate the space.

The box was filled with stacks of US dollars, and the brand new banknotes, like freshly issued bills, emitted attractive colors under the firelight, and the air seemed to be filled with the charming aroma of ink.

Chapter 235 In the Name of Salary

Aren't they brand new from the factory? They must be filled with the scent of ink. These counterfeit bills have been out of the printer for less than 10 hours, so they must be brand new.

The U.S. banknotes from 1899 and before used a special paper composed of 75% cotton and 25% linen. This paper is indeed excellent in terms of toughness and wear resistance. Combined with special ink, the anti-counterfeiting function is basically sufficient. Of course, this is only in the current era.

Using technology from 2076 to copy a banknote from 1899 is almost impossible. The most time-consuming step in the entire copying process is cutting the banknotes.

Jiang Bing guaranteed that this money was more real than the real thing, and more real than the money printed by the American Engraving and Printing Bureau.

Jiang Bing, who was preparing to go to war with the US government, never thought about accumulating his first pot of gold by burning, killing and looting.

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Printing money is faster than robbing it.

Jiang Bing didn't say much. He took out a stack of green "Education Certificates" with a face value of $2 from the box. The front of the certificate had an exquisite pattern of presenting electric light to the world, and the back had the portraits of Ulysses S. Grant and Philip H. Sheridan printed on the left and right. He kept pounding it in his hands.

"You've traveled across the ocean, left your homeland, and are willing to die in a foreign land. What is the purpose of coming here?"

The eyes of all the Chinese workers danced with the "education volume" in Jiang Bing's hand.

"That's it."

A stack of 100 US dollars with a face value of 2 yuan drew a graceful arc as Jiang Bing's palm danced, and finally fell into the arms of the unruly Zhou Mancang.

Although the Chinese workers could earn $1.5 a day for building the railway, this was only a theoretical figure. After deducting various taxes, gang extortion, and living expenses, they could save half of it in a year, which was already the result of this person's extreme frugality.

Zhou Mancang almost staggered under the weight of the three or four taels of banknotes. With trembling fingers, he pulled out a dollar bill from the bundle, rubbed it repeatedly to make sure it was a genuine dollar bill. He choked up and couldn't speak.

Anyway, the US government bought it. Jiang Bing grinned, picked up another stack of US dollars and shouted loudly.

"The resettlement allowance is $200 per person, and the daily wage is $5."

The crowd suddenly became excited.

A middle-aged man stepped out of the crowd and clasped his hands towards Jiang Bing. "My name is He Tieya. This gentleman has promised such a huge reward. What does he want us to do?"

This set of ancient-style movements almost made Jiang Bing stunned.

It was only the wrong name that was called, not the wrong nickname. He Tieya had a mouth full of iron dentures. He was in his thirties, with a strong physique, and also spoke with a Guangzhou accent. He had a firm expression and dared to be the first to stand up, so he was also very courageous.

'He's a good model for a soldier,' Jiang Bing thought to himself.

"Those who are strong are soldiers, and those who are weak are workers."

"Then can I consider this as the money to buy my life?"

"Snapped"

A wad of US dollar bills was thrown into his arms.

"Of course you can think so. You are strong, brave and careful. You are a good soldier. You should stop being a worker and make a living by shooting a gun."

He Tieya frowned and looked bitter. He didn't expect that he would be drafted into the army so casually.

"What's the difference between your behavior, sir, and these white-skinned ghosts?" He Tieya tried to resist.

Jiang Bing threw another bundle of US dollar bills into his arms. This bundle had a face value of 5 US dollars.