America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 277 Blind Your Dog Eyes
"The threat of the Indians reappeared, the US military suffered a crushing defeat on the Mexican border, and Captain Crook resigned?"

Holmes was holding a newspaper in his hand, a bowl, a pair of chopsticks in front of him, with a few steamed buns in it, and a few dishes in the middle of the table.

Since becoming the principal of the Roswell Night School, Holmes has become accustomed to eating Chinese food with chopsticks. The Chinese restaurant owner's skills are pretty good.

The boss is good at simplifying and creating something out of nothing.

Take this plate of farmhouse fried pork in front of me as an example. The peppers are from Mexico, and the pork is from North American pork that Chen Jianqiu bought from Lincolnshire.

Although the ingredients themselves are far from perfect, under the skillful rejuvenation of the owner of the Chinese restaurant, there is a taste of the other side of the ocean, which unexpectedly tastes good.

But Holmes didn't move his chopsticks, but looked suspiciously at Chen Jianqiu who was cooking rice.

"What are you looking at me for? Eat vegetables!"

Chen Jianqiu picked up a piece of shiny pork belly and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Geronimo and the others?" Holmes asked tentatively.

"Otherwise? It's not him, is it me?" Chen Jianqiu finished the rice in his own bowl with three strokes.

He took out a cloth and wiped his mouth.

"Crook took the blame and resigned. I'm afraid it is a more decent way of saying it. There is a high probability that the federal government asked him to pack up and go back to California to retire."

Chen Jianqiu didn't talk about this matter again, and Holmes didn't ask any more.

He asked a more pointed question for Chen Jianqiu:
"When will you help me find some more teachers? The ones who teach Chinese and English now, the level..."

"Got it!" Chen Jianqiu replied perfunctorily, "I'll get you a college graduate right away."

Chen Jianqiu didn't take it seriously on the surface, but he was a little sad in his heart.

Now the group of people who teach literacy and Chinese in the night school, he knows very well, they are all generals selected from the dwarfs, selected from the Chinese laborers, at most they have studied in private schools, and they are half a bucket of water, and they all rely on themselves to find time to teach .

But he has been very busy, so he has no time to teach this group of people, the brainwashing class alone is enough for him to arrange.

He also understood why Holmes was so anxious.

Because new students are about to enroll.

The first batch of people that Huang Qingyun got from San Francisco was more than 300 people. Some of them got off the train and went directly to the construction of the Albuquerque-Roswell railway, while the other part came directly to Roswell.

These people, Chen Jianqiu handed over to Holmes.

As for himself, he took several people and the Longxiang group to Albuquerque.

The board of directors of the Santa Fe Railroad is about to meet there.

……

In New Mexico in July and August, the sun is scorching, scorching the earth.

In the wilderness, a group of Chinese laborers are laying sleepers and rails under the scorching sun.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" A white supervisor, with his hands on his hips, waved his hands, directing the Chinese workers, "The deadline is tight, and we are not allowed to eat until we are done!"

As he spoke, he took off his hat and fanned it.

"This damn weather is really too hot." The supervisor was blinded by the sun, and muttered,
But the thought of being able to deduct a huge amount of salary made his calf full of strength again.

He couldn't understand at all why the Santa Fe Railroad had to pay those Chinese workers such high wages, in the name of giving white people the same opportunity to compete.

They even included the board and lodging of the Chinese workers!
This is simply unreasonable and unheard of.

Anyway, these Chinese workers have no legal status, and they can't sign a contract with the company, so they directly deduct some salary and food expenses.Those Chinese workers who can't make a dull fart with three sticks will not say anything.

An elderly Chinese laborer, holding a pickaxe, was picking up the gravel on the roadbed on both sides of the railway.

He has been in the United States for a long time, and he is one of the few Chinese workers who can understand what the supervisor is talking about.

Hua Gong was bent over, with a gray sweat scarf hanging around his neck.

This sweat towel is not originally gray, but soaked in sweat and covered with dust.

When he swung his hoe down again, the hoe hit a whole stone.

Hua Gong's arm went numb.

Normally, this is not a big deal at all.

Just as he was about to swing the pickaxe again to turn the big rock out, he suddenly felt dizzy.

The old man knew that he couldn't raise his head at this time, so he could only sit down slowly, but he still couldn't hold back the dizziness in front of his eyes, his legs became weak, and he slumped on the ground.

The two young Chinese workers next to him quickly helped him up from the ground.

"Master, give me something to eat, I'm too hungry to do anything." After recovering a little, the old man begged the supervisor, "Even if you give me some water, that's enough."

"I've said it all, the boss is very kind and has covered your board and lodging, so you won't lose your food." The supervisor touched his nose.

Eat later, and you can give less for dinner. It is best to make two meals together.

"Stop talking nonsense, take a break and hurry up, and eat when you're done." The supervisor was a little impatient, "If you don't do it, why don't I do it?"

However, at this time, a voice came from behind the supervisor:

"Yes, what are you doing?"

The white supervisor turned his head and saw a young Chinese man in a cloth robe standing in front of him.

Behind the Chinese, followed by a black man, a Mexican gunman and a younger Chinese boy.

"Are you?" The supervisor caught a glimpse of the gun on the gunman's waist, and seeing that they were numerous, his tone became more polite.

"Where's their water and lunch?" Chen Jianqiu narrowed his eyes, looking at the white supervisor in front of him.

This made the overseer a little annoyed.

No matter how arrogant you are, you are just a Chinese businessman; no matter how many of you there are, you can't do anything to me, right?
You know, the Santa Fe Railway Company is not the same as it was back then. He doesn't know who the current boss is, but it is said that he is also a ruthless character.

In the past years, when I built the railway myself, there were many security personnel with guns on the construction site. Even so, I would be robbed or harassed from time to time.

As for this line, I have repaired it by myself until now, and there is not a single security personnel, but the weather is calm, and there is no shadow of the robbers.

Just the three of you?New Mexico is out of the mix?
"I'm afraid it's none of your business, right?" The supervisor was only breathing out his nose, "Could you please go away and find out whose construction site this is!"

Chen Jianqiu said nothing, but Li Sifu who was beside him came up.

"Snapped!"

The overseer received a loud slap in the face.

"Blind your dog eyes, open your eyes and see who is in front of you?" Li Sifu slapped out his palm and scolded the supervisor.

The supervisor was dizzy by the slap, furious, and rushed towards Li Sifu with his fists.

As an apprentice personally taught by Chen Jianqiu, Li Sifu sideways avoided the supervisor's fist and kicked him on the calf.

The supervisor was kicked and fell to the ground. Li Sifu rode on him and punched him several times.

Just as Li Sifu was about to continue beating him, Chen Jianqiu coughed.

The young man stood up from the overseer, and at the same time handed a document to his eyes.

The supervisor glanced at the document, and his eyes widened suddenly: "Ah? You, you are..."

Chen Jianqiu took the pickaxe from the old Chinese worker and handed it to the supervisor:

"On the first-line construction site of the Santa Fe Railway Company, there are no idlers. Let's do it."

He turned his head and yelled to the other Chinese workers: "Others rest, let's go eat."

The supervisor had a bitter look on his face: "Chen, Boss Chen, I, I really don't know how to..."

"No?" Chen Jianqiu took the pickaxe, swung it up, and with three strikes, five cuts and two cuts, and finally pulled out the stone that was firmly embedded in the soil on the roadbed.

Pointing to the overseer, he said, "You're fired."

Afterwards, Chen Jianqiu passed him, walked towards the older Chinese worker, and handed the pickaxe back to the old man: "Now, you are the person in charge of this construction site."

The overseer stood there dumbfounded.

There is no one at the scene, so talk to him again.

The old man with a pickaxe looked at Chen Jianqiu.

He suddenly felt that this person looked a little familiar.

Isn't this the person who asked for his wages back last time?Is this person really a rich and powerful official?
"Master, master, thank you master for making decisions for the little one." The old man knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, "The little one really has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai."

Chen Jianqiu didn't appreciate it at all, and frowned.

He sounded harsh.

"Stand up, who is your master?"

The old man and the other young people looked at each other. The young people stood up first, but the old man was still kneeling.

"None of you signed a contract with the company, did you?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Well, yes, yes, none of us have legal status." A young man said, ""

Chen Jianqiu nodded, he could vaguely guess why those people were so eager to pull him to hold the board meeting.

　book of rage

　　
　
(End of this chapter)