America 1881: They Call Me Legend

While the police in San Francisco were still busy investigating at the pier and the worker leaders were speaking at the rally, Chen Jianqiu appeared again in the Ningyang Guild Hall.

He doesn't care what kind of changes the fire on the pier will bring to the labor movement in California.

He is watching a play.

Cantonese Opera (Cantonese Opera).

Although Huang Tongshi of Ningyang Guild Hall declined Chen Jianqiu's request in the end, but the business was not benevolent.

From yesterday's meeting, he got two pieces of information: first, Chen Jianqiu is very rich; second, although Chen Jianqiu is unwilling to reveal his native place, it can be heard from his accent that he should not be far from Xinning.

If you can catch up with this boss, that would be great.

And the next day, it happened to be the day when the guild hall set up a stage to sing an opera, so Huang Tongshi asked the servants in the guild hall to invite Chen Jianqiu from the hotel to watch the opera.

In the hall on the first floor of the guild hall, the lights are bright, Erxian, Yueqin, suona, drums and cymbals are playing together, and the air is filled with the fragrance of joss sticks.

Chen Jianqiu sat alone at a table, kowtowed sunflower seeds, drank tea, and concentrated on watching the performance on stage.

At this time, a copy of "Eighteen Princes", which belongs to the "Eighteen Books of Jianghu" of Guangfu Opera, is being performed on stage.

And now it happened to be "Hulaoguan", the flags were flying on the stage, and there was a lot of excitement.

Chen Jianqiu was watching with relish, but someone patted his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw that it was Huang Qingyun.

The former TPJ general, now the leader of the "Huagong Mutual Aid Association" looked anxious and dignified.

"Sit." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the side bench, and pushed the plate containing melon seeds in front of Huang Qingyun.

But the gray-haired Huang Qingyun was not in the mood to eat melon seeds. He sat next to Chen Jianqiu, leaned over, and asked in a low voice, "The pier caught fire last night, does the young master know?"

"I don't know." Chen Jianqiu's eyes were still fixed on the stage.

"That torch burned down the office of the dock workers' union." Huang Qingyun observed Chen Jianqiu's expression.

"it is good!"

At this time, the actors on the stage did somersaults one after another, and played a flower gun after landing.Chen Jianqiu clapped his hands and applauded loudly with the audience.

"Excuse me, Uncle Huang, what did you just say?" Chen Jianqiu turned his head and looked at Huang Qingyun beside him.

"Does the fire at the pier have anything to do with you, young master?" Huang Qingyun asked directly.

When he first arrived at the pier in the morning, many white dock workers had already surrounded the yard of the Mutual Aid Club.

It's not that they found any clues, but that once there is any problem on the pier, the first thing they think of is the problem of the Chinese laborers.

This is a conditioned reflex.

Not to be outdone, Huang Qingyun led his men to confront the dock workers outside the yard for a while, until they found Pinkerton's badge at the scene of the crime.

The white dock workers gradually dispersed.

But Huang Qingyun knew it well.

Although the two chatted for less than an afternoon, he already had some preliminary understanding of his young master.

Chen Jianqiu couldn't rub the sand in his eyes.

When they disagreed, they smashed Huang Mao's head. He asked for the address of the dock workers yesterday!
For this, he was both happy and worried.

I am happy that my young master is bloody, but I am worried that he will be impulsive and make the situation difficult to clean up.

So, he rushed back to Chinatown and started looking for Chen Jianqiu everywhere.

When he learned that his young master was watching a play in the Ningyang Guild Hall leisurely, he ran over non-stop.

Chen Jianqiu just stared at Huang Qingyun in a daze, making the latter's spine tremble.

Just when Huang Qingyun was about to hold back and was about to continue asking questions, he waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's definitely okay, I don't have that ability."

Only then did Huang Qingyun let out a breath.

"Young master, if you trust me, if you have anything to do in San Francisco, please tell me."

"Yes." Chen Jianqiu nodded.

He didn't intend to hide Huang Qingyun from the truth, and he had to rely on this person for the follow-up matter of recruiting people to Roswell.

It's just that he didn't want to know about setting fire to the trade union.

Chen Jianqiu grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the melon seed plate in front of Huang Qingyun, and put them in his hand: "It's good to watch a play."

Just when the two of them kept silent and were about to watch a play.

"Den, Deng, Deng."

On the stairs leading to the second floor, footsteps were suddenly heard.

If they were wearing cloth shoes, the movement would never be so loud. The people who came down were wearing leather shoes.

Chen Jianqiu looked up.

On the opposite side, on the stairs, Huang Tongshi was leading a young man in a shirt and a suit vest down from the second floor.

Huang Tongshi saw Chen Jianqiu and Huang Qingyun who were watching the show at a glance, and a smile floated on his cheeks:

"Boss Li, this is the Boss Chen I told you about. He is also young and promising, and his accent should be from our neighborhood."

Chen Jianqiu's eyes stopped on the young man's face.

He was about the same size as himself, with a sallow complexion, thin lips, regular features but extremely thin.

His hair was brushed back and his forehead was shiny, but for some reason, the hair was thinning in the front, which made his hairline look higher.

And the eyes of the young man surnamed Chen also fell on his face.

Suddenly, Chen Jianqiu felt a murderous aura.

This trace of murderous aura was very concealed, and it appeared for a very short time, and soon disappeared, but it was still captured by the keen Chen Jianqiu.

After the young man surnamed Chen paused for a second, his expression instantly changed to surprise, and then to joy.

He quickly walked down the stairs and ran towards Chen Jianqiu.

The people around who were watching the theater also noticed the young man and cast their gazes at him one after another.

Huang Qingyun and Chen Jianqiu stood up at the same time.

"Your senior brother is here!" Huang Qingyun excitedly pointed at the young man who was rushing towards him.

"Chang Luo! It's really you!" He rushed to Chen Jianqiu and hugged Chen Jianqiu.

Because of the murderous aura just now, Chen Jianqiu was very vigilant, but when this young man got close, he didn't feel any threat from him.

This makes him look a little dull.

"What's wrong with you? Don't you recognize me?" Li Shiri let go of Chen Jianqiu and stared into his eyes, "It's me, Shiri!"

Huang Qingyun next to him also said: "Yes, he is your senior brother, Li Shiri!"

Chen Jianqiu reacted, and a smile appeared on his face: "How did you become like this?"

Li Shiri was stunned again, but then pointed to his suit vest.

"Hey, there's nothing I can do. When I come to the United States, I can only do as the Romans do. I'm not used to the clothes of foreigners when I first wear them."

Huang Qingyun at the side thought that the two brothers hadn't changed for a long time, but Li Shiri's clothes had changed so much that Chen Jianqiu didn't recognize them all at once.

"Junior Brother, how are you recently?" Li Shiri and Chen Jianqiu sat down on both sides of the table.

"Thanks to senior brother, everything is fine." Chen Jianqiu replied with a casual smile.

However, at this sentence, the smile on Li Shiye's face suddenly froze, and the hand pouring the tea also stopped.

"Hey~, the servants of the three surnames will leave!"

The black-faced Zhang Fei on the stage yelled, and the red-faced Guan Gong and his elder brother Liu Bei chased after the defeated Lu Bu.

Li Shiri's face returned to normal.

Chen Jianqiu just felt weird, how could this person in front of him be like clockwork?Still have schizophrenia.

"Since the two brothers are reunited after a long absence, let's not bother." Huang Tongshi on the side pulled Huang Qingyun, ready to leave.

However, at this time, a servant ran in from the door, and he leaned into Li Shiri's ear and said something.

Li Shiri stood up, cupped his hands and said to Chen Jianqiu and Huang Qingyun:
"Junior Brother, I am in a hurry here, let's continue at another time."

Chen Jianqiu patted the melon seed shell in his hand, stood up, and bowed his hands in return: "Brother, please go ahead."

Li Shiri hurried out.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate of Ningyang Guild Hall, his expression changed:
"Chen Changluo, let me see how long you can pretend."

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