America 1881: They Call Me Legend

261 Murder and Arson Gold Belt
Dennis Carney was the only one left in the office after Huangmao and his idiot followers were driven out of the office.

After seeing that everyone had left, he unlocked the drawer, took out two documents from it, and threw them on the table.

He rested his forehead with his hands and looked at the documents on the table.

One was a contact letter from the California Gold Miners Union.

They are planning a general strike action to fight for better pay and shorter working hours for workers.

They hope that San Francisco can give solidarity and support to the linkage.

The other one was a secret letter written to him by the chairman of the California Federation of Mines, which stated the conditions for buying him in a grand manner.

Carney thought for a moment, tore up the secret letter, and threw it in the trash.

Not because the leader of the California Workers Party is hard-nosed and sees money as dung.

It's not that he thinks of his fellow workers wholeheartedly, and only has righteousness in his heart.

Rather, he knew that if he accepted bribes from those bosses in this way, the next day, a copy of this letter and evidence of his own collection of money would appear on the headlines of the newspaper.

The prestige accumulated among the workers by expelling Chinese laborers and other actions will also be destroyed.

At that time, I will also be worthless.

What he cares more about is power!
From this point of view, the prices offered by those bosses are far from enough.

Gatherings and solidarity are necessary, and speeches are also necessary, but new chips are needed to make those bosses bleed.

Give him a reason, and he can make this California tremble.

Carney put the contact paper back in the drawer and left the office.

On the other side, at the edge of the pier, Chen Jianqiu waited all afternoon, but he didn't wait for Huang Mao who came to revenge, and felt a little bored.

He took out his pocket watch and checked the time.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

"Uncle Huang, I'm going back first. I should come back in two days. I will trouble you about the job recruitment." Chen Jianqiu bid farewell to Huang Qingyun.

He rode a horse, left the "Chinese Labor Mutual Aid Association", and returned to the hotel in Chinatown.

Li Sifu greeted him.

"Let everyone eat dinner quickly, there is work tonight." Chen Jianqiu ordered.

Li Sifu and the people from Long Xiang's group had already rested in the hotel all afternoon, and they were so idle.

As soon as he heard that there was work to be done, he immediately regained his energy, ran to everyone's room, and told Chen Jianqiu what to say.

Around eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Jianqiu knocked on the door of their room.

After a brief assembly in the lobby, they set off.

Unlike small western towns like Lincolnshire, San Francisco was a big city, with streets lit at night by elegant cast-iron gas lamps.

However, in Chinatown, they cannot enjoy the grace of light.

On the street, it was pitch black, only the light from the windows of the low houses along the street dotted the night of Chinatown.

Chen Jianqiu brought the Longxiang team to an abandoned courtyard.

The house in the small courtyard was destroyed by mobs attacking Chinatown a few days ago, and the owner of the small courtyard is also missing.

Chen Jianqiu asked them to light the lanterns.

"Change clothes." He said to the crowd, and began to take out the saddle bags himself, "I brought them for you before Roswell left."

After a while, their clothes were changed.

"Boss, I always feel that wearing dead clothes is a bit unlucky." Li Sifu took out a squashed soft bowler hat from his saddle bag, and pushed the top out of it with his fist.

"Very good, not bad." Chen Jianqiu glanced at him, and straightened the collar of his shirt for him, "Don't worry, it's all cleaned up, Aunt He used to run a laundry in Denver."

In the blink of an eye, twenty or so people dressed in denim turned into gentlemen in suits and vests.

The only fly in the ointment is that their clothes are a little wrinkled.

Chen Jianqiu took out a square scarf from his pocket, and covered his face, only showing his eyes.

He took another badge out of his pocket.

The badge was cut from the chest of the suit and engraved with an open eye.

He weighed the badge and put it back in his pocket.

"set off!"

Twenty or so people mounted their horses again.

They walked out of Chinatown along a small road, went around a circle and went straight out of the city, then swaggered along the coastline towards the port.

At this time, there were not many pedestrians on the road, and they paid attention to the horses passing by.

Under the dim street lights, they couldn't see the faces of the horsemen at all. They only saw the guns on their backs, and they thought it was an armed patrol patrolling the night.

And at this moment, in the outhouse of the port union's office, it was brightly lit.

A group of dock workers are gathering here.

Huang Mao stepped on the chair with one foot, holding two empty wine bottles, and gestured on the table.

First this, then this, then this.

He is arranging to "raid" the Chinese Labor Cooperation Association tonight.

"Boss, do you have a gun?" A thin man craned his neck, looking suspiciously at the two empty wine bottles on the table.

Huang Mao's arrangement was long-winded and to the point, he actually didn't quite understand it.

"Take it, why don't you take it?" said another worker with a wilder appearance. He was bare-chested and scratched his chest hair. "Anyone who dares to block us will be shot."

Huang Mao thought for a while, but did not deny his proposal.

"If you want me to tell you, it doesn't need to be so troublesome at all." A bearded man shook his head, he raised his neck and took a sip of beer, "Rush in directly, smash it, and then set it on fire to see if they get out of here Get out!"

"That's what I did the year before last, hahahahaha" the chest hair worker laughed.

During the riots a few years ago, he was the first to rush into Chinatown, climbed onto the roof of a house, smashed a hole in the roof, and threw oil and torches into it.

"Did you know? The people in those houses were burned all over the ground, just like rats, hahahaha!"

When the others heard the description of a big man with hairy chest, they also burst out laughing.

This kind of behavior makes them find a kind of pleasure, which is like a kind of carnival.

Strictly speaking, some of them did not understand what Dennis Carney was talking about on the podium.

They just want to set fire and rob.

Just as the wild laughter of the workers echoed in the room.

"Oh!"

The door to the outer room of the office was kicked open.

About twenty masked men in suits and vests rushed in.

Each of them held a repeating rifle in their hands, and these guns were quickly pointed at every worker present.

The chest-haired man was just about to get the gun beside him, but was knocked down by the butt of the gun by a masked man beside him. Another man quickly took out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it into his heart.

see blood.

Just as the thin man was about to scream, he also met the same fate, and the person who attacked him was extremely vicious.

After all, it was Chen Jianqiu's apprentice who taught him face to face.

No one else dared to move anymore. Each of them now had a gun barrel on their heads.

A man wearing a bowler hat came in through the door.

His face was covered with a black cloth, and his eyes under the brim of the hat shone with a stern light.

His boots creaked the floor.

Chen Jianqiu looked around:
"Just now, who said that it was going to be set on fire?"

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