America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 229 The Essence of the Parade Movement

Behind him were several security personnel with guns, looking around, always paying attention to the surrounding movement.

With his hands behind his back, Blake stared at the busy Chinese laborers in front of him and the railroad tracks that were constantly extending forward.

Behind him were several security personnel with guns, looking around, always paying attention to the surrounding movement.

"How far can we pave in one day now?" Blake turned his head and asked the foreman behind him.

"Not a mile, sir." The foreman came running up.

"The premise is that there are sufficient personnel." He added, "These Chinese workers are very skilled."

Blake nodded with satisfaction.

The two stood on the edge of the construction site and chatted about the laying of the railway.

"I heard that many local people are dissatisfied with the railway company." The foreman asked cautiously.

"You don't need to worry about these, you just lay your rails." Blake pointed to the armed men behind, "It's just a bunch of mud legs."

"Farmers in New Mexico are really crazy," he muttered. "The price is too high? Don't use my train to transport goods if you have the ability."

He looked at the Rio Grande behind him, and several boats passed by on the river.

There is a pier close to the construction site camp, and many of their rails and sleepers are directly transported from the pier.

"Isn't it good to transport it by boat?" Blake smiled narrowly, "Although there are no rivers in the south of New Mexico."

Blake's left eyelid has been twitching since Bourne brought two people to his office yesterday and said that.

On the streets of San Francisco, he met a yellow-skinned blind old man who was very good at divination.

The old man asked him for 20 cents and correctly guessed his identity, his birth date and how many brothers and sisters there were in the family.

The old man told him it was called "fortune-telling" among them.

He told Blake that if the left eyelid twitches, it means that there will be a catastrophe.

So, yesterday he asked all the security personnel at the station to prepare and come to the railway site today for armed guards.

"Boss, look over there!" The security guard behind Blake suddenly pointed at a group of people in the distance, and said behind his ear.

Blake looked in the direction he pointed.

In the distance, a group of people appeared sparsely, walking towards them along the railroad tracks.

Holding various signs in their hands, they yelled as they walked:

"Reduce freight rates!"

"Reject monopoly!"

"Equal Dialogue!"

"Are they armed?" Blake asked his security captain a little nervously.

"Like, no." The captain put down the binoculars in his hand, "Not even a dung fork."

"That's it?" Blake felt relieved, snorted, dismissive.

Originally, he was worried that if there were too many people in this group, it would be difficult for him to deal with it. Who knew that there were only three melons and two dates.

The Chinese workers who were busy with their heads down also heard the movement in the distance, and raised their heads one after another, but they were angrily reprimanded by the foreman:

"What are you looking at, hurry up and work!"

"Listen well, later you take a few people and stand near the construction site with guns, don't shoot, do you understand?" Blake told the security captain.

"But what if they attack the construction site?" The security captain hesitated.

"Then shoot into the sky! Do you understand?" Blake stretched out an index finger, pointing to the sky, "Only these people ran away when they heard the gunshots."

According to his request, the security captain took the armed personnel to the alert position near the construction site, and they were ready for battle.

Oliver Dunleavy, president of the Grange Society, who organized the protest, was at the front of the line.

Bourne, the leader of the "Knights", missed his appointment, and he did not appear at the meeting in the square. Only some people came from the Fur Association and the Timber Association, who were also victims of excessive railway freight rates.

Dunleavy didn't wait for the "Knights", and set off with people after the time was up.

But what surprised him was that when he had a meeting in the square, there were not many people, but when he approached the construction site, he turned his head and found that there were more and more people in the team.

"Do you know these people?" Dunleavy asked a young man beside him.

"I don't know, maybe someone who sympathizes with us." The young man took a look and replied, "We have been speaking in the square for several days, and there are always people who agree with our proposition."

Dunleavy nodded.

"Just as we discussed before, disrupting their work, I don't believe I won't see Blake." He said, "Speak louder, we want to publicize our proposition!"

The parade team came to the construction site where the railroad tracks were laid, just like that noisily.

But when they saw the armed men with live ammunition, their shouting of slogans suddenly fell in half.

"Dunleavy, we don't seem to need to look for Blake." The young man beside Dunleavy stared blankly at the construction site in front of him.

Blake was standing proudly by the river with the foreman.

Several armed men protected him in the middle.

"Did you see Bourne and his people?" Blake asked the security captain beside him in a low voice.

The security captain helped his hat and shook his head: "No, that person didn't come yesterday."

"Hmph, I thought he had some powerful plan. It turned out that he was going to put the idiots from the Agricultural Association in front," Blake said with less worry.

He looked at Dun Levy and the others, with his hands folded in front of his chest, with an extremely arrogant attitude.

The people on both sides confronted each other in front of the construction site, and the voice from Grange's side became a little weaker until it disappeared.

The aura that had just risen a little bit was suppressed.

Some of the farmers holding up the signs have already started to retreat.

Looking at the guns in the hands of those armed men, they felt for a moment that the higher shipping costs were not unacceptable.

"Say something, Dunleavy, say something, or we'll be finished." The young man beside Dunleavy whispered to him.

"Don't panic, I don't believe they dare to shoot!" Dunleavy took a deep breath and said loudly, "Blake, we came here today, just to ask you for an explanation."

Blake didn't even want to talk to him, and he told the foreman, "Don't talk to that idiot, let the workers keep working."

"You take the land gifted by New Mexico, use these Chinese laborers, and enjoy the lowest interest rate loans from the state bank. Your cost is low, but you charge the highest freight rates to the farmers and merchants on this land. You are not afraid Is the state sanctioning you?"

Dunleavy said while looking around.

"The farmers here have worked hard for a whole year, and all the profits are paid to your freight! You must give everyone an account."

The anger of the farmers who had died down just now was revived.

"Sanctions!"

"Price reduction!"

"Get out!"

……

Blake didn't even look at him at all.

My low cost is none of your business!Didn't you see you making trouble when there was no railway?Like to use it or not, you don't use it, someone will use it, for example, Rockefeller's oil tank train.

Seeing that Blake ignored them, the farmers became more emotional, and they began to approach the construction site.

"Snapped!"

The captain of the guard fired a shot into the sky: "This railway is the private property of the Santa Fe Railway Company. If you dare to take a step forward or take any other drastic actions, we will fight back to protect the company's assets!"

The Chinese workers who were laying the railroad tracks squatted down with their heads in their hands.

"It has nothing to do with you, you continue to work!" The foreman said to them.

And this gunshot also calmed down the farmers who were about to move.

These people were small farmers, and they didn't bring guns when they heard Dunleavy's words, but these people were not forgiving.

All kinds of swear words began to ring out over the construction site.

"Blake! You son of a bitch! That is, I didn't bring the gun here. If it was on my farm, I'll make a few more holes in your ass!"

"Blake, you're a piece of shit! You and your railroad are a piece of shit!"

"You guys with guns are Blake's dogs! Lick his dick!"

……

The scolding words became more and more vulgar, rising to the ethical level.

Dunleavy found that he gradually began to lose control of the situation, and a parade with his own demands turned into a farce.

If this continues, it is estimated that when they get tired of cursing, the parade will be over.

However, an accident happened.

"boom."

Another shot.

The security captain looked around blankly: "Which one of you shot?"

Several armed men around him shook their heads.

"Yes, it's opposite." A guard standing at the front of the construction site turned his head.

He covered his chest with his hands, and blood was slowly flowing out from between his fingers.

The guard, slowly fell to the ground.

"Dead! Shoot and kill!"

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