America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 259 Provocation from the Dock Union

Hearing what Chen Jianqiu said, Huang Qingyun immediately stood up from the chair:
"Young master, what orders do you have, but it's okay to say, my subordinates will go through fire and water, and they will die."

"It's not that serious." Chen Jianqiu waved his hand, signaling him to sit down, "It's not that simple."

He looked out the window.

The port of San Francisco is extremely busy, and new ships are constantly calling at the port, and immigrants of all colors walk off the ships.

They lugged their bags, their eyes full of expectations for this new world.

"In the near future, it will be difficult to see Chinese on these ships." Chen Jianqiu said, "This country will no longer welcome us."

Huang Qingyun was stunned.

"Young master, the place has indeed suffered some shocks in the past two years. Women can no longer come, and those white people have attacked Chinatown." Huang Qingyun paused, "But we all resisted."

"But they're legal now! On a national level!"

Chen Jianqiu's voice was not loud, but the impact it brought to Huang Qingyun was no less than a thunderbolt.

Although California itself had introduced some laws that were unfavorable to the Chinese before, there had never been a voice from the federal level. Both he and the high-level executives of the guild hall had a little luck.

This will create a new storm.

"There will be more and more shocks, and the methods will become more and more cruel." Chen Jianqiu said.

"I will protect these compatriots." Huang Qingyun gritted his teeth, "Chinatown is safe."

"What about the people outside Chinatown?" Chen Jianqiu stared at Huang Qingyun, "Chinatown simply can't accommodate so many Chinese."

"This year, I have crossed half of the United States and seen many things." Chen Jianqiu's voice became low, as if he was recalling something.

"Do you know how they treat the Indians?" He looked at Huang Qingyun.

Huang Qingyun shook his head.

"They'd drive all the Indians into a small, barren area, and shoot them if they went beyond that line."

"In this area, the Indians do not have access to sufficient resources to survive, there are no jobs, there is no development, and there is no threat to the white people."

"Their numbers are strictly controlled, and they can only become less and less in this small reserved area until they die out."

"They will do the same to the Chinese. Sooner or later, the California government will drive the Chinese out of the city and transfer Chinatown to the outskirts of the city. There will be a reservation for the Chinese."

Huang Qingyun sighed and closed his eyes.

He knew that his young master was right.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, walked to the table, picked up the roster on the table, flipped through it, and said, "But the names on this roster, I hope there are more than that."

"Young master, tell me, I will do whatever you say." Huang Qingyun looked at Chen Jianqiu with firm eyes.

"Well, first of all..." Chen Jianqiu was about to continue, when there was a sudden noise outside, the sound of tables colliding.

Chen Jianqiu's expression changed, he opened the door and rushed out.

Huang Qingyun followed closely.

In the main room outside, several people rushed in carrying a young man with blood on his face.

They looked anxious and knocked the table into pieces.

These people lifted the young man to a table in the middle, and other Chinese workers surrounded him.

"Where's the doctor? Where's the doctor!"

"Scatter! Spread! Medicine! Medicine!"

……

Chen Jianqiu separated from the crowd and squeezed in.

"Why are you crowded? Why are you joining in the fun? Can you... um, Uncle Huang."

Hua Gong who was pulled away saw an unfamiliar cowboy squeezed in, and was just about to get angry, but saw Huang Qingyun behind him, and immediately stepped aside consciously.

The head of the young man who was carried to the table was broken, and blood flowed down his forehead.

His arms were hanging limply, panting heavily.

Chen Jianqiu took out the emergency bandages and wound medicine prepared by Teresa from his arms, and began to stop the bleeding and bandage the young man.

His technique was skillful, and the blood of the young man stopped quickly.

"Put his arm in a splint." Chen Jianqiu straightened up, facing the stunned doctor who had just rushed over to him.

"He Sanshui, what's going on?" Huang Qingyun asked another young man dressed as a dock worker next to him.

He Sanshui untied the white sweat towel wrapped around his waist, wiped his face, and said indignantly: "The white-skinned bastard from the dock union came to drive us away, calling us 'sabs', and the little six went with us." They moved their hands."

"Aren't you in the trade union?" Chen Jianqiu looked at them.

He Sanshui glanced at Chen Jianqiu, then at Huang Qingyun.

"This is Boss Chen, one of his own. Seeing him in the future will be the same as seeing me." Huang Qingyun looked around at the crowd.

Only then did He Sanshui say: "The gang of white skins don't take our stuff at all. They think we are the boss' accomplices, and if something happens, we will blame it on us."

"Can't you beat them?" Huang Qingyun looked He Sanshui up and down, a little bit hating that iron can't be made into steel.

"He, they have guns." He Sanshui lowered his head.

"What's wrong with having a gun? When your father followed me to play the foreign gun team, didn't the opposite side have no guns? When those people rushed here a few years ago and were repelled by us, didn't they have guns in their hands?" Huang The blue veins on Qingyun's forehead popped up, and he roared.

He Sanshui and several young people around him lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

Chen Jianqiu patted Huang Qingyun on the shoulder, signaling him not to get angry.

"Where are they now?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

Just as He Sanshui was about to answer, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Everyone looked out the door and saw a yellow-haired man in a light blue jacket, leading several white sailors, rushing into the yard swaggeringly.

Huang Mao looked aggressive and kicked over a jar in front of him in the yard, the pickles in it poured out, the brine spilled all over the floor, and the bowl that was covered on the stall as a seal rolled out. far away.

"It's that bastard again." He Sanshui gritted his teeth, turned around and was about to rush out the door to fight him desperately.

Chen Jianqiu held him down.

He walked out the door, Huang Qingyun and others followed behind.

Huang Mao was a little surprised when he saw that someone he didn't know came out first, but soon he looked indifferent.

Pointing to Huang Qingyun beside Chen Jianqiu, he said in a strange way:
"Huang, listen up, you, and your bastards, are about to go!"

He stepped on the jar on the ground, squinted his eyes and looked at the Chinese laborers in front of him: "You'd better pack up your things as soon as possible, move out of here, and go back to your Chinatown! This place will be where the dock workers union will be soon. "

"Damon, it's not a day or two since you miss my place, and it's not a day or two since you know me, do you think I'll let you out?" Huang Qingyun stared into Huang Mao's eyes.

"It doesn't matter, if you don't move, we will let you move, and the police in San Francisco will let you move too." Huang Mao mocked, "It's different now, old thing."

"What did you say!"

"Shut up!"

……

He Sanshui and the Chinese workers couldn't bear it anymore, and began to scold Huang Mao.

However, Huang Mao looked like a rascal.

He didn't care about the insults from these people at all, just like he didn't care about the number of people on the other side.

Based on his understanding of these Chinese laborers, even if they had ten guts, he would never dare to take the lead.

However, soon, his indifferent and rogue smile came to an abrupt end.

"Snapped!"

A bowl spun and flew to his face, hit his forehead, and instantly shattered into several pieces.

Huangmao was knocked dizzy, he clutched his forehead, blood flowed from his fingers.

Seeing that he was about to fall, the two sailors beside him hurried up and supported him.

"Who? Who did it?" Huang Mao's eyes widened, looking for the murderer in the crowd opposite.

"I!"

A calm voice came from Huang Qingyun's side.

Chen Jianqiu raised his foot and wiped the brine on it without even looking at Huang Mao.

"You, you, you..." Huang Mao didn't expect that someone on the opposite side would dare to make a move first, pointing at Chen Jianqiu, he was speechless for a while.

A sailor touched his waist.

He Sanshui and a few workers took a few steps forward and stood in front of Chen Jianqiu.

The sailor glanced at the many Chinese laborers around him, and then moved his hand back to his body.

"Okay, you have the guts, just wait for me." The yellow-haired Damon snorted, covered his head, and escaped from the yard with a few sailors.

　One more, two more later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)