America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 279 The way to break the game

Chen Jianqiu's second term as chairman of the Santa Fe Railroad Company Board of Directors is over.

Compared with the first time, the process this time was much more exciting.

But the result is still dull and tasteless.

No one wants to lose their own interests, so no one wants to see the Albuquerque to Roswell railroad stop.

Even some shareholders from the east have been troubled by labor unions all year round.

There are many trade unions fighting for the interests of workers, but many so-called union leaders do not have such a pure starting point.

These shareholders have had enough of their blackmail.

And they praised Chen Jianqiu's unique way of solving the trade union problem with western characteristics.

Therefore, Otto's proposal to completely stop the use of Chinese laborers was unanimously rejected.

Shareholders chose to continue to turn a blind eye to the hiring of Chinese laborers.

But Chen Jianqiu guessed that since this matter was brought up, the people behind it would definitely not let it go.

"Looking back, the contract was first signed in the name of those Chinese workers with legal status in Roswell."

After walking out of the conference room, Chen Jianqiu instructed Li Sifu, "Also, go downstairs and invite Lawyer Dylan over.

Chen Jianqiu returned to his office, and after a while, lawyer Dylan followed.

After being rescued, the lawyer changed his name and worked for him under the protection of Chen Jianqiu.

Boss Chen offered him a very high salary, and he was guarded by two gunmen when he went in and out, and he could go wherever he wanted as long as he wanted.

The premise is that he dares,
Scott's eyeliner is everywhere in cities across the state.

And Scott's way of dealing with a man he thought was dead was to let him die again.

"Lawyer, is there any progress in the solution I asked you to think of?" Chen Jianqiu leaned on the chair, and the silver lighter in his hand kept tapping on the wooden tabletop.

"Are you talking about the way Chinese workers in the United States can legally obtain citizenship after the bill is introduced?" Dylan asked.

Chen Jianqiu nodded.

"I studied for more than three months, including the Constitution and various amendments, that bill, the Civil Rights Act and other related legal documents and judgment cases, but I found a possible solution."

Dylan's voice revealed the self-confidence of a top student at Harvard Law School.

"Oh?" Chen Jianqiu crossed his fingers and put them on the table.

He leaned forward slightly, interested.

"The bill does deprive re-entering Chinese laborers of their legal rights, and all state and federal courts are not allowed to grant citizenship to these people."

"but……"

Attorney Dylan paused, and then said: "The Civil Rights Act of 1866 states that all persons born in the United States and not subject to foreign governments, except Indians who do not pay taxes, are hereby declared to be citizens of the United States. "

Chen Jianqiu didn't interrupt the lawyer, but he keenly caught the meaning of his words.

"This statute, originally intended for freed slaves after the Civil War, was the first authoritative definition of 'American citizenship,' but lacked a constitutional basis."

The lawyer said while gesturing.

"Therefore, in the No.14 Constitutional Amendment passed in the same year, it was added: All persons born or naturalized in the United States and subject to its jurisdiction are citizens of the United States and the state in which they reside."

The lawyer uttered these decrees in detail, and Chen Jianqiu's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"So, what do you mean, the bill can stop those Chinese laborers who 're-entered' from the customs outside the country, but it can't restrict those who are "born" here, native?"

Chen Jianqiu already understood what the lawyer meant. In places like the United States, there is no such thing as household registration.

What a genius this man is at breaking the law.

"However, there is one more problem." Attorney Dylan hesitated for a moment and said, "As far as I know, many Chinese workers who have entered the country do not have citizenship, such as those in our company. Their entry information is kept in San Francisco. Customs House."

"The entry documents record their place of birth, time of entry and other detailed information."

Chen Jianqiu smiled.

It looked like he was going to San Francisco again.

……

A little over a week later, Arizona, on Route 66.

Because the ground temperature is too high, the light refracted through the air makes the scene close to the ground start to become illusory and trembling.

And on the blurred horizon, three people and three horses appeared.

"Boss, it's too hot, why don't we find a place to rest first." Sean wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

He picked up the water bag and took a sip, then shook it by his ear.

"There's not much water left."

"Yeah, Boss, the sun is too big, and Sean is tanned." Hanif added that although he traveled far and wide, the summer in Arizona is indeed extremely hot.

Chen Jianqiu didn't say anything, they continued walking for a while, and came to a fork in the road.

Route 66 led off a trail that wasn't even a road, with some horseshoes and ruts on it, leading into the distance.

There were no signs, no markers, not even a standing stick.

Chen Jianqiu took out a map from his bag.

After doing some research, he raised his head and glanced at the corn hovering in the sky not far away, and then looked around again.

"Let's go to the nearby town to replenish some supplies first." Chen Jianqiu put away the map and pointed to the branch road.

The three of them walked slowly along the road.

"Boss, why don't we bring more people this time?" Sean asked as his butt hurt a bit, moved a bit.

"The crowd is too conspicuous, you idiot." Before Chen Jianqiu could speak, Hanif behind him had already started to mock the black people mercilessly, "We're not going to fight."

Sean was stunned to shut up, but after less than a minute of silence, he opened his mouth again.

"Boss, what do you think that is?"

He pointed diagonally ahead, to the side of the road, behind a dirt slope.

Chen Jianqiu and Hanif also noticed,

There was a carriage overturned.

The horses pulling the carriage no longer knew where they had gone, and not far from the carriage, a person fell down, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

They approached the overturned carriage.

The three dismounted.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the man who fell on the ground and investigated the situation.

The man was dead, the fatal wound in his back, the killer in his back, with a double-barreled shotgun, finishing the poor man's life.

On his hand, a gun fell, and the bullet in the gun was empty.

Obviously, the deceased made some struggles before dying.

"Boss, come and see here!" Sean kicked an empty box that had been opened.

On the top of the box, the words Wells Fargo (Wells Fargo) are printed.

"This is a carriage transporting bank funds. He was robbed." Hanif observed the traces on the ground and stroked his beard. "There are at least three murderers."

"These people in the bank are really big-hearted, and they only sent him to transport it alone." He patted the dust on his hands, looked at the corpse, and shook his head.

"Let's leave as soon as possible." Chen Jianqiu put on his hat again and walked towards his horse.

However, at this moment, three horses suddenly came out from behind the hill.

Seeing the scene in front of them, the people immediately raised their guns and pointed at Chen Jianqiu and the others.

"Hands up! Hold still! Police!"

(End of this chapter)