America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 50
Mr. Chen, of course not referring to Chen Jianqiu himself.

Chen Jianqiu was also very curious about who this powerful person was, so he came to Wanfu Building.

Oddly enough, Wan Fu Lou is located one block away from Chinatown, which is close to Chinatown but not in Chinatown.

This is a Chinese-style restaurant, the identity of the owner is unknown, the first floor is for public guests, and the second floor is for private rooms.

Chen Jianqiu stepped into the restaurant. It was approaching lunch time, and the seats on the first floor were almost full. Most of them were businessmen passing by.

A clerk at the door quickly noticed Chen Jianqiu. His cowboy attire seemed a bit out of place with the people around him. The clerk couldn't see his face clearly and thought he was a cowboy near Denver.

"Sir, the first floor is almost full, so I'll find a way to make room for you.

Chen Jianqiu ignored him, but went directly to the second floor.

"Hey, sir, sir, there is someone on the second floor, you..."

The man wanted to stop him, but he couldn't. Chen Jianqiu had already climbed the stairs and walked towards the second floor.

At the entrance of the second floor, two braided soldiers with swords on their waists and rifles on their backs stood there. When they saw Chen Jianqiu coming, they pulled out their swords with a "Cang Langlang" and stopped him.

"My lords are looking for me." Chen Jianqiu said.

"Let him in." An old voice came from inside the box.

The two soldiers glanced at each other and said to Chen Jianqiu, "Please hand over the gun."

Chen Jianqiu pulled out the revolver and handed it to the soldiers. The soldiers put away the knives and let Chen Jianqiu into the box.

The decoration in the box is very elegant, the exquisite mahogany furniture looks very valuable, there is an antique blue and white porcelain vase on the shelf by the window, and a picture hangs on the white wall, Chen Jianqiu doesn’t quite understand it, but from the bottom left corner A bunch of inscriptions don't seem to be extraordinary.

An old man with a white beard stood with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a dark satin jacket with wide sleeves, and a braid hung behind his head.

"I'm Chen Lanbin, whose name is Liqiu." The old man turned his head and saw Chen Jianqiu's denim outfit and the bald back of his head. He was displeased, but he held back.

Chen Lanbin?Isn't he the first Qing envoy to the United States?He's not in Washington, what's he doing in Denver.

Chen Jianqiu was silent, he wanted to see what kind of medicine this Qing Dynasty official sold in his gourd.

"Your reward order is still hanging at the gate of the Denver Police Station, do you know?" Seeing that Chen Jianqiu was silent, Chen Lanbin asked first.

"What? Are you going to tie me up and send me to Mr. Yang?" Chen Jianqiu said coldly.

Chen Lanbin took a deep breath, looked out the window, and said something irrelevant: "I'm going back next month."

"Last year in Denver, Mr. Chen sent several notes to the US Secretary of State, negotiating and arguing with reason, but the other party was perfunctory and prevaricated, and has not given a reasonable answer so far."

"As the Minister to the United States, Li Qiu tried his best, but the country's decline is light, and it can't protect the overseas Chinese well. It's really a pity."

Chen Lanbin let out a long sigh, with a look of shame on his face: "I'm sorry for this, but before leaving, let's say goodbye together."

"Then dare to ask the dignified Mr. Chen, what do you want to do with me?" Chen Jianqiu looked cynical, he raised his head, and looked directly at the Qing Dynasty official in front of him.

He was fed up with the self-anesthesia of these scholar-bureaucrats.

"You are rampant in the United States, I can turn a blind eye and close one eye, but you must not have any troubles in Denver. Otherwise, the Chinese will have no place to stand."

Chen Lanbin did not look directly at the aggressive Chen Jianqiu, but continued to look out the window.

"Really? Then dare to ask Mr. Chen, which Chinese made trouble here last year? Ten years ago, which Chinese made the first murder on Negros Street in Los Angeles?"

Chen Jianqiu's every word was loud and deafening.

Chen Lanbin didn't know what to say for a while.

At this time, hurried footsteps were heard on the stairs, and a young man broke in.

"Report, report to your lord, that muddy leg is gone."

That person was the one who followed Chen Jianqiu before, and he was out of breath.

When he saw Chen Jianqiu standing there, he immediately wanted to draw his knife, but Chen Jianqiu stepped forward and grabbed his throat with one hand.

The two soldiers at the door also reacted instantly, took off the guns behind their backs, and pointed at Chen Jianqiu.

"Cough, stop it!" Chen Lanbin coughed and said.

Chen Jianqiu let go of his hand, and glanced at the young man with long braids:
"It's better to go back to China and be your adult, I will stay here and be my mud leg."

Just as Chen Jianqiu was about to turn around and leave, there was a sudden noise and scolding from the window. Chen Jianqiu ran to the window and looked down. His face changed instantly, which was rare.

He rushed straight to the stairs.

When he passed the two soldiers at the door, he drew two steel knives from the scabbards around their waists, one in each hand, and rushed down.

The crowd on the first floor retreated to the back, but they were all looking out through the windows.

"It's okay, we're not in Chinatown, it's okay." The owner of the restaurant turned out from the back at some point, and asked the waiter to remove the plaque.Seal the door panels of the gate.

But the door was kicked open, and a young man in a cowboy hat walked out of the restaurant under the gaze of everyone.

……

The Irish hooligans in the east of the city were mixed among the citizens. They were all waiting for Senator Edwin's carriage to appear to give them a spiritual sublimation.

However, they did not wait for the arrival of the senator, but the news of the death of the senator and their boss Murphy.

The citizens were just about to disperse, but someone shouted in the crowd: "They killed the congressman! Killed the Chinese! Killed the hateful heretics! The Chinese must go!"

The congressmen are not necessarily killed by the Chinese, but they can be, as long as they can be given an excuse to rob Chinatown.

A group of Irishmen had already rushed out of the crowd. They were holding sticks and axes that had been prepared. Some were shirtless, and some picked up some bricks and stones by the side of the road.

Some onlookers also joined the rioting team.

A group of people marched in the direction of Chinatown in a mighty manner.

At this time, the people in Chinatown don't know that the disaster is approaching. Some of them have experienced what happened last year, while some are newcomers. Without exception, they just want to survive in this place, even if it is in a rough way. .

When the rioting crowd appeared at the intersection of Chinatown, it was like a dark cloud, led by a few vicious-looking rioters. They all participated in last year's incident and could be said to be repeat offenders.

"Foreigners are coming!"

I don't know who yelled, whether it was a pedestrian on the road or a street vendor; whether it was a child or a woman.The men who were still in their prime were running around like a mouse.

Chinatown suddenly became chaotic.

A little girl was taken down on the road by the panicked crowd, crying out of fright.

Several martial arts masters also turned around and ran away.

But a man blocked their way.

A shout, like a bell, resounded through the entire street.

"What are you running! Where are you going to run? Are you going back to the Qing Dynasty?"

This young man dressed in cowboys walked to the street corner, and he took off his hat. He was not tall, but he was very tall and straight.

He held two unsheathed steel knives, his skin glowed bronze, his eyes were burning with fire, and he stared at the thugs in front of him.

One person can stop a thousand troops.

Eyes like a tiger, breath piercing Sirius.

"Stand behind me! Pick up your weapons! Cover women and children!"

After all, he strode forward, jumped high, and charged into the crowd without hesitation.

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