America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 258 Chinese Mutual Aid Association

"Boss, where are we going now?" Li Sifu asked.

"You guys find a hotel to stay in first. I'll go for a walk around." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the back, "When I came here just now, I saw a hotel."

Li Sifu took the order, turned the horse's head with a dozen people behind him, and headed towards the direction pointed by Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu rode a horse, slowly wandering on the streets of Chinatown.

Chinatown in San Francisco is crowded and messy.

People gathered in small and simple spaces, trying to survive.

The living environment of the Chinese in California has become worse and worse since a few years ago.

Therefore, most people have to stay in Chinatown all day long, not daring to leave this place.

Even so, in the past ten years, there have been many violent attacks here.

Along the way, you can occasionally see some houses that have been destroyed by fire and have not had time to rebuild, as well as some low shacks, which are as fragmented as ruins.

Chen Jianqiu was silent all the way.

But when he was riding a horse, passing an alley next to a laundry shop.

Chen Jianqiu glanced inside, then got off his horse, tied the horse to the door of the laundry shop, and turned in on foot.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a blue silk shirt came out from the corner opposite the entrance of the alley and followed into the alley.

However, in the alley, the middle-aged man did not see Chen Jianqiu.

He was just about to turn around and back out.

Chen Jianqiu's voice came from behind him: "Sir, since you left the Ningyang Guild Hall just now, you have been following me. Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

The middle-aged man turned his head and saw Chen Jianqiu standing at the entrance of the alley at some point.

Chen Jianqiu spoke very politely, his expression was as calm as water, but his movements were aggressive.

His coat was pulled open, revealing the holster around his waist and the revolver inside.

However, the middle-aged man kept staring at Chen Jianqiu's face, as if he couldn't see enough, his eyes were blurred.

Chen Jianqiu felt that something was wrong.

What expression is this?To be fair, I'm not that handsome.At least not handsome enough to make a middle-aged man look at him with such eyes.

"Your surname is Chen?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Chen Jianqiu looked at him suspiciously.

"Have you just arrived in the United States?" The middle-aged man began to get emotional.

"Uh, it should be." Chen Jianqiu's mind was running fast, and he began to figure out what happened now.

"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong." The middle-aged man began to breathe rapidly, and murmured in a low voice.

"You, do you want to calm down first?" Chen Jianqiu tried to appease the emotions of the middle-aged man.

Unexpectedly, two lines of hot tears suddenly flowed from the corners of the middle-aged man's eyes, across his vicissitudes of face, and flowed down his cheeks.

He knelt down with a "plop", completely disregarding his blue clean silk dress, and knocked his head heavily on the ground.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly understood.

The last time he saw this scene was when he met Zhang Danian for the first time.

"Little Lord!"

The middle-aged man suppressed his voice, crying with excitement, which made people extremely moved.

His heads knocked one after the other, one heavier than the other, even though the ground was muddy, they were knocked loudly by his heads.

Chen Jianqiu stepped forward and helped the middle-aged man up from the ground without any explanation.

"Young Master~" The middle-aged man still couldn't stop crying, as if all the years of grievances and regrets burst out at this moment.

Chen Jianqiu didn't mean to persuade them either, he knew that these people were loyal and steadfast.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

He just looked at the middle-aged man quietly, and waited for the middle-aged man's emotions to ease up a little, then looked at half of his white hair, and said, "You must have been wronged all these years."

This sentence is a universal sentence. Although he doesn't know the name of the person in front of him, and his relationship with him, his intuition tells him that this person is useful.

The middle-aged man realized his gaffe, he hastily wiped away his tears with his sleeve, lowered his body and said to Chen Jianqiu: "Young master, this is not a place to talk, please come with me."

Chen Jianqiu led the horse and followed the middle-aged man to the door of a house near the port.

Compared with the surrounding ones, this house is much larger and more presentable.

There is a sign hanging on it: Chinese Mutual Aid Association.

Not marked in English.

The middle-aged man opened the door and walked in with Chen Jianqiu.

There were a lot of people coming and going on the first floor, but most of them were dressed and looked like dock workers. They were all looking for a guy at the door, and they were carrying something.

Seeing the middle-aged man approaching, they stepped aside and saluted him:
"Hello grandpa!"

"Hi Uncle Huang!"

Without saying a word, the middle-aged man led Chen Jianqiu through the crowd, directly opened a door in the inner room, and walked in.

After Chen Jianqiu came in, the middle-aged man closed the door, turned to Chen Jianqiu, and wanted to worship again, but was gently supported by Chen Jianqiu, and he couldn't do it anymore.

He could only cup his fists and say:

"TPJ chief Huang Qingyun, meet the young master!"

Chen Jianqiu nodded.

The two found a stool and sat down.

"Why are you here?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"It's a long story." The silver-haired Huang Qingyun sighed, "After the defeat of the army, I went all the way south. I was originally from Xinning, Guangdong. home, but had no choice but to go into exile overseas.”

"The death of the King of England was miserable." Huang Qingyun sighed, "It's because we people are incompetent."

For King Ying, Chen Jianqiu didn't have much affection, because he didn't even have any memory about him.

Therefore, he could only respond in silence to Huang Qingyun's Qi Ran.

"After I came here, I started to hide my identity and changed my name to Huang Ah Qi. It was just that the name was changed, but the accent couldn't be changed, so I was discussing life with a group of fellow villagers at the pier." Huang Qingyun said.

"The income in other places is not higher, why must it be at the dock?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"To tell you the truth, I'm at the pier just for more opportunities to see if I can gather some old TPJs who came to escape. Most of them have changed their names and concealed their surnames, but most of them won't change their incisions." Huang Qingyun touched touch the back of my bare head,

"Also, they probably have various reasons for not having braids."

"By the way, how do you know that I came to America recently?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly remembered and asked.

Speaking of this, Huang Qingyun, who had already calmed down, suddenly jumped up from his chair: "This matter is very strange!"

"How to say?" Chen Jianqiu became interested.

"A year ago, I received news that the situation over there had suddenly changed, and the whereabouts of you and your teacher had been leaked, so I planned to send you here, young master."

"But, I've been waiting for a long time, but I didn't find you, only your senior brother." Huang Qingyun looked at Chen Jianqiu, "By the way, did you see your senior brother today? He should be in the guild hall today. "

Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

He is completely at a loss now, because the memory is all fragments and cannot be connected at all.

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Chen Jianqiu interrupted the topic, he knew that if we continued talking, maybe his hallucinations would appear again.

"This 'Chinese Mutual Aid Association' was established by you?" He looked at the office.

Simple, but tidy.

"Well, thanks to my brothers, they are all living on the pier. The core members are those TPJ veterans and their descendants; there are other people, too, but they must abide by the rules of the club." Huang Qingyun From the drawer, he took out a thick stack of rosters and handed them to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu took the roster and did not rush to look through it, but put it aside:
"Uncle Huang, I have something to discuss with you first."

　It took a long time to unblock
　　
　
(End of this chapter)