America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 298 They were all born in America
The information presented to Hudson took the chemist a while to digest.

Plus stabilizers and other miscellaneous trials and treatments.

Chen Jianqiu reckoned that the smokeless gunpowder would take some time to come out.

He now needs to settle down the fake master who came with him.

Emmanuel Nigo, a person who can wake up Xiao En who is standing by every time his name is called.

He followed Chen Jianqiu all the way and saw many things that he had never seen before.

Wilderness, adobe houses, cacti, Indians...

On the southern border of the United States, he felt the artistic shock from another world.

And when he arrived in Roswell, Chen Jianqiu prepared a studio for him in one day.

Nigo shut himself up in the studio for almost a week.

Chen Jianqiu didn't care about him, he just asked someone to bring him water and food.

In his words, artists still have to express their feelings about art.

In fact, he still didn't say a word.

People without talent will never admit that they have no talent, not to mention, this one just has a little bit of talent wrong.

Let him go and try.

Sometimes, it's not that he doesn't understand the differences in this world, but that he doesn't want to admit it.

Sure enough, on the seventh day, when Chen Jianqiu walked into Nigo's studio, the artist sat in front of the canvas, staring blankly at his half-finished painting.

His lack of inspiration had dried up.

"It's not bad, it's quite impressive." Chen Jianqiu walked to Ni Ge's side and looked at the painting with his chin resting on his hand.

Ni Ge sighed, turned the canvas over, and lowered his head dejectedly.

"Why don't we change our mood?" Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder.

"Tell me, what are you trying to imitate this time?" Ni Ge looked resigned.

"I need to imitate some birth certificate documents, you just need to draw a template and imitate the seal on it."

Chen Jianqiu handed Ni Ge a sample and took him to a house.

There were several Chinese laborers standing in the house, about 40 to [-] years old.

Behind them, a pile of things was covered with a cloth.

"These are the masters I picked out, each with ingenuity." Chen Jianqiu introduced those Huagong masters to Ni Ge.

These masters had different occupations before, but they were all craftsmen. Some of them specialized in making imitation handicrafts in GZ before;

Some of them were brought to the United States by their fellow countrymen, while others were simply deceived.

"How many copies do you want?" Ni Ge glanced at Chen Jianqiu.

"Not much, let's get a thousand copies first." Chen Jianqiu said carelessly.

"All hand-painted? We'll forget it if you're exhausted." The painter has automatically assumed the role of the leader of the forgery.

"No, no, I got something good for you."

Chen Jianqiu walked behind the Chinese workers and lifted the cloth.

Several steam-driven printing presses appeared before Nigo's eyes.

When they set off from Albuquerque, Chen Jianqiu had asked Danny and his son to buy some printing machines that were eliminated by the newspaper.

These printing presses are not advanced, but they are perfect for forging birth certificates and other documents.

After all, age and craftsmanship still have to match.

"Okay, let me try, eh, no, you have to provide me with an interpreter!" Ni Ge glanced at the masters.

"Don't worry, I will send someone here. These masters are all learning English, so your basic communication shouldn't be a big problem." Chen Jianqiu grinned at Ni Ge,
"And our school here also offers learning Chinese. If you are interested, I can register for you in Holmes."

A Chinese teacher grinned at Ni Ge, and said brilliantly: "Hello!"

Ni Ge took a deep breath, walked into the studio in the back room, and began to study the sample.

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The courts in San Francisco have recently encountered some problems.

The city hall left some unresolved matters to them.

They were sued.

"Huang-fu-quan?"

The prosecutor bowed his head to read the name on the document, and glanced at Hua Gong standing in front of him with the top of his glasses.

This Chinese worker looks very young and honest.

"18 years old?" the prosecutor continued to ask.

Hua Gong nodded.

"You said you want to have a legal immigration status?" the prosecutor stared at Hua Gong and said slowly.

"Yes, Mr. Judge."

Hua Gong replied in short English.

"As we all know, according to the bill we passed not long ago, the federal government prohibits any level of court from providing immigration status to Chinese." The prosecutor straightened his glasses.

"But he was born in the United States." The lawyer standing next to him answered the question for the Chinese worker.

This lawyer named Royte was hired by Chen Jianqiu at a high price.

He was well known in San Francisco lawyer circles for his high regard for money and his love of the limelight.

And standing behind him was Dylan's lawyer who had concealed his identity.

Reuter handed over the birth certificate and other materials to prosecutors.

The prosecutor looked at the documents and frowned.

He looked at these materials without any prejudice, but he couldn't prove the authenticity of these materials, because the one archived in the archives had been burned in the fire not long ago.

"Who is his father?" the prosecutor asked after putting down the documents.

Reuter pointed to an old Chinese man who looked about the same age as Zhang Danian, and at the same time handed another stack of documents to the prosecutor.

"he!"

This old gentleman is a Chinese businessman who has been in the United States for many years and was naturalized early. He is also a character with a bold personality, and he is acquainted with Huang Qingyun.

After Huang Qingyun came to visit and explained his intentions, he readily agreed.

The prosecutor took another look at the documents, and it was okay not to look at them, but the glasses almost fell off when he saw them.

He pointed to the old man, and then pointed to the seven or eight Chinese of different ages behind "Huang Fuquan":
"You don't want to tell me that these people are the sons of this old gentleman."

"Yes, Mr. Judge, they are all my sons." The old gentleman chuckled, "We Chinese pay attention to a full house of children and grandchildren."

"Mr., before I ask you, please don't answer for others." The prosecutor looked a little displeased.

"What my client said is what I want to say." Reuter replied following the old man's words.

The prosecutor thought for a while, and then asked, "Do you have anything else to prove? For example, witnesses or something."

At this time, a man dressed as a doctor was brought up.

"Are you a witness?" The prosecutor stared at the doctor who didn't look like a doctor at all.

"Yes, judge, I know them well and I can testify that some of them were even delivered by me. You know, the business in Chinatown is not easy, and no one wants to go..."

This doctor is a chatterbox, and he babbled on for a long time, very rambunctious, which made the prosecutor tireless.

"Are there any other witnesses?"

This time, it was a woman whose waist was as thick as a bucket. Her testimony was more nuanced. She even told where these people lived in Chinatown when they were young and where they moved from.

If Chen Jianqiu was present, he would definitely have a smile on his face and heart at the same time.

Want witnesses?No amount of witnesses will be brought over for you.

The prosecutor still wants to find other ways, his mind is running fast.

Check out the entry certificate?The entry and exit certificate was also burned, how can this be fixed?
"Mr. Prosecutor, according to California law, only two people are required to provide proof, which means that the birth certificate is established." Reuter "kindly" reminded the next judge.

The trial went on for a long time, but in the end, the judge invoked the No.14 Amendment to the Constitution to give the Chinese workers legal status.

The same thing happened in New Mexico.

However, in Santa Fe, Chen Jianqiu's handling was not so complicated.

The white-skinned person in charge of the archives is a master who wants money but not life.

Chen Jianqiu paid him directly.

On a sunny afternoon, the library was closed in the name of inventory maintenance, and all the materials were replaced.

Not long after, the person in charge wanted to rely on this secret to hit Chen Jianqiu again.

Then, the man disappeared from Santa Fe forever.

No one, ever saw him again.

(End of this chapter)