America 1881: They Call Me Legend

"Stop! What are you doing?"

The foreman ran towards the construction site while holding the pile of money in his arms.

People were coming and going at the construction site in full swing, and no one needed to direct them. A group of men, followed by a few Chinese who were dull and taciturn, spontaneously began to move sleepers, rails and level the site. The remaining people worked together to move the materials from the rail cars to

Move down.

No one talked to the foreman, he could only stand there dumbfounded, watching a group of people working there.

It didn't take until the morning, and more than an hour later, the last section of the track was put on sleepers.

The rail maintenance project is now complete.

The people involved in the maintenance, except for the few Chinese who were still cleaning up the site and tools, all gathered around the foreman.

"Pay your wages, sir, we are done." A strong man said to him.

The foreman was dumbfounded: "What did you say? When did I hire you?"

People looked at each other, and the person in the lead said eagerly: "Didn't I say that as long as you come over and help, you'll get one dollar per person?"

The foreman's eyes almost popped out as he looked at the dozen or so people in front of him.

One dollar per person? What do you want to eat? Doesn’t this cost my life?

He put his hands on his hips and asked angrily: "Who did you listen to?"

The leader pointed to a man with a white beard next to him: "That's what he said."

Whitebeard was stunned for a moment. He looked around and found a yellow vest. He pointed at the yellow vest and said, "That's what he said."

The yellow vest also looked around and pointed to the next person.

The Shuoyuandi operation started to go back and forth among a dozen people, but communication science is a very complicated thing, even among a dozen people.

As a result, the source of the news became a mess, and everyone started talking about it.

"I saw him take the money from the steward of the luxury car and put it into his arms!" Suddenly, a person in the crowd shouted loudly, and everyone followed the source of the sound and saw a tall and muscular middle-aged man.

The man pointed to the foreman.

Danny is an honest man and is not suitable for the job of supporting fire, but there is no falsehood at all when he says this and he is full of confidence.

Because he told the truth.

The foreman couldn't refute for a while. The pile of banknotes was still lying in his arms, so he subconsciously touched it.

This touch could ruin things, because some sharp-eyed people in the crowd had already seen the green color.

"Once again, I have no contract or employment relationship with you before! I have no obligation to pay you a commission. You go to whoever agrees to it."

The foreman's voice was a little weak, but he still tried to make a final struggle.

Most of these people are miners from Colorado or white rednecks from the east. They have little education and are relatively pragmatic.

If they do a job, they have to pay. If they don't pay, it means they are having sex for free. That's not okay.

It is a fact that the money for railway construction is in the arms of the foreman, so the money should be obtained from him.

This logic was extremely reasonable in their eyes, so they surrounded him one after another.

"Give me money! Give me money quickly!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the foreman quietly began to move back. He glanced at the horse next to the rail car and was ready to run away at any time.

But someone shouted again:

"This guy wants to run away, please don't let him go!"

Without saying a word, the foreman turned around and ran away.

But how could everyone let him run away? After the voice just now, there were already fast people chasing after him.

Before the foreman could run a few steps, he was thrown to the ground by the white-bearded guy standing in front of him just now.

"Hit him, beat him!" Sean stood on the outskirts of the crowd, stretching his neck to look into the crowd and shooting at the crowd. He even wanted to get closer and follow up with a few kicks.

The voice he shouted just now was also his, and he and Danny were arranged by Chen Jianqiu to blend in with the crowd.

The foreman covered his head and was beaten violently. His clothes were torn apart, and a pile of money was immediately scattered on the ground.

"One dollar per person! One dollar per person! Don't grab it!" Danny shouted from the side.

But everyone who saw the U.S. dollars didn't care. The people who came to New Mexico to pioneer were not good men and women. They grabbed the U.S. dollars on the ground, and some even beat each other.

They pulled each other's beards and hair, rode on each other's bodies and punched each other, some hugged each other and rolled on the ground, fighting for the money in each other's hands.

The scene was chaotic and full of ugliness.

"boom."

Suddenly, there was a gunshot, and the people who were still fighting were stunned. They raised their heads and looked for the source of the gunshot.

A man in a cowboy hat is leaning on a rail car with his hands folded on his chest.

He held a gun in his hand, and the muzzle was still smoking.

"Why, why don't you get out of here immediately after you get the money? Why don't you wait for me to open your heads one by one?"

As soon as Chen Jianqiu finished speaking, he fired another shot into the open space next to him.

This shot was very effective. One person took the lead and ran towards the train rolling and crawling, and the others followed suit. The scene dispersed in a rush, with many people holding green dollar bills in their hands.

When the gang got back to the car, they inevitably had to fight with each other again.

The foreman's head was broken, his face was beaten and swollen, and he was lying on the ground moaning.

The blood flowed into his eyes and solidified into scabs on his eyelashes. He tried to open his eyes, and then he saw a face with yellow skin.

"Sir, you should pay them their wages." Chen Jianqiu pointed to several Chinese workers standing aside.

They were standing numbly beside the rail car at this time. When the group of white workers were grabbing money on the ground just now, they were far away and stood aside blankly, at a loss.

"They always have a contractual relationship with you, right?" Chen Jianqiu knelt down and stared at the foreman.

"Their work has been done by those people just now, how can I pay them?" The foreman struggled, maintaining his last stubbornness, "Besides, all my money was robbed by those people just now!"

"But they did work, you shouldn't favor one over the other, and you should pay them for the work." Chen Jianqiu patted his face with the barrel of a gun and said coldly.

The foreman had no choice but to take out a wad of money from his underwear pocket and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu counted the remaining ones and stuffed them back into the foreman's pocket.

He walked over to several Chinese people and handed the stack of money to the elderly Chinese worker.

"Take your wages."

The older Chinese worker hesitated for a moment, but still did not dare to reach out to take the money. He shook his head and timidly pointed to the foreman lying on the ground:

"We still have to take over the work from that master, can we..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a blur of flowers in front of his eyes.

The money in Chen Jianqiu's hand has been thrown to the ground

"It's okay if you don't want this money."

The voice was as cold as iron and as deep as the abyss.

These unsatisfactory people, you are bullied and insulted, but you keep a low profile, remain silent, and are treated like animals and live on this continent!

When will you be able to raise your heads! Straighten your waists! Be worthy of the hot blood flowing on your bodies!

Without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the train.

The older Chinese worker finally plucked up the courage, bent down and picked up the money on the ground. He shouted to Chen Jianqiu's back:

"Benefactor! Benefactor! Can you tell me your name?"

"You will know. When you figure it out one day, you will know my name, and everyone on this continent will also know my name."

There were no more words to answer him, and in his ears, only the howling wind of the New Mexico wilderness could be heard.