America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 277 Blind your dog eyes

"The Indian threat reappeared, the US military suffered a disastrous defeat on the Mexican border, and Captain Crook resigned?"

Holmes held a newspaper, a bowl, and a pair of chopsticks in front of him. There were several steamed buns inside, and several plates of vegetables were placed in the center of the table.

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

The boss is good at reducing complexity to simplicity and making something out of nothing.

Take the plate of farm-style stir-fried pork in front of you. The peppers are from Mexico, and the pork is from North American pigs that Chen Jianqiu bought from Lincoln County.

Although the ingredients themselves are thousands of miles apart, under the skillful rejuvenation of the Chinese restaurant owner, it actually has a taste of the other side of the ocean, and unexpectedly tastes pretty good.

But Holmes did not move his chopsticks, but looked at Chen Jianqiu who was eating rice with a suspicious expression.

"What are you looking at me doing? Eating vegetables!"

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

"Geronimo and the others?" Holmes asked tentatively.

"What else? If it's not him, it's me?" Chen Jianqiu finished the rice in his bowl after three strokes, five divided by two.

He took out a piece of cloth and wiped his mouth.

"I'm afraid it's a more respectable way for Crook to take the blame and resign. Most likely, the federal government asked him to pack up his belongings and go back to California to retire."

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

He asked a question that was more acute for Chen Jianqiu:

"When will you help me find some more teachers? The level of those who teach Chinese and English now..."

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

On the surface, Chen Jianqiu disagreed, but inside he was a little sad.

He knows very well that the people who teach literacy and Chinese in night schools are all generals from the dwarfs and Chinese laborers. They have at most attended private schools. They are only half-full, and they all rely on their own time to teach.

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But he has been very busy, so he has no time to teach these people how to read. The brainwashing classes alone are enough for him to arrange.

He also understood why Holmes was so anxious.

Because new students are about to enroll.

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

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Chen Jianqiu handed over these people to Holmes.

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

The board of directors of the Santa Fe Railroad Company will be held there soon.

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

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

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" A white supervisor put his hands on his hips and waved his hands, directing the Chinese workers, "The construction period is tight, and you won't be allowed to eat until you are done!"

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

"This damn weather is really too hot." The supervisor was blinded by the sunlight and muttered,

But the thought of being able to withhold a huge amount of salary made his calves feel full of strength.

He simply could not understand why the Santa Fe Railroad Company was now offering such high wages to the Chinese workers, in the name of giving white people the same opportunity to compete.

They even provided food and accommodation for the Chinese workers!

This is simply incomprehensible and unheard of.

Anyway, these Chinese workers have no legal status and cannot sign a contract with the company. They directly deduct some salary, food and other expenses. Those Chinese workers who cannot be beaten with three sticks will not say anything.

An older Chinese laborer, holding a pickaxe, was pulling gravel from the roadbed on both sides of the railway.

He has been in the United States for a relatively long time and is one of the few Chinese workers who understands what the supervisor is saying.

The Chinese worker was bent over, with a gray sweat towel hanging around his neck.

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

When he swung the hoe down again, it hit a solid stone.

Hua Gong's arm went numb.

Normally, this would not be considered a big deal at all.

Just when he was about to swing the pickaxe again and turn out the big stone, 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 bear the spinning of the sky in front of his eyes, his legs became weak, and he collapsed on the ground.

Two young Chinese workers nearby quickly helped him up from the ground.

"Master, please give me some food. I'm really too hungry to do anything." After the old man recovered a little, he begged the supervisor, "Even if I give you some water, it will be enough."

"As I said, the boss is very kind and has provided you with food and lodging. You will not be short of food." The supervisor touched his nose.

Eat later and give less for dinner. It is best to make two meals at the same time.

"Stop talking nonsense, just take a break and work quickly, and eat after 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, you do it."

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

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

"Who are you?" The supervisor caught a glimpse of the gun on the gunman's waist and saw that they were outnumbered, so his tone became more polite.

"Where are their water and lunch?" Chen Jianqiu squinted and looked at the white supervisor in front of him.

This made the supervisor 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 Railroad Company is different from what it was back then. He doesn't know who the boss is now, but he heard that he is also a ruthless person.

In previous years, when I built my own railway, there were always security personnel with guns on the construction site. Even then, I would be robbed or harassed from time to time.

As for this route, since I built it myself, there is not a single security personnel, but the weather is calm and not even the robbers are seen.

Just the three of you? New Mexico is done with it?

"I'm afraid this is none of your business, right?" The supervisor was breathing out his breath, "Can you please go away and find out whose construction site this is?"

Chen Jianqiu said nothing, but Li Sifu walked up next to him.

"Crack!"

The overseer received a loud slap on the face.

"You are blind, open your eyes and see who is in front of you?" Li Sifu slapped out his palm and yelled at the supervisor.

The supervisor was so slapped that he became dizzy, became furious, and rushed towards Li Sifu with a fist.

As Chen Jianqiu's personal disciple, Li Sifu sidestepped the supervisor's fist and kicked him in the calf.

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

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

The young man stood up from the supervisor and handed a document to his eyes.

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

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

"The Santa Fe Railroad Company's front-line construction site doesn't want idlers, so let's do it."

He turned around and shouted to the other Chinese workers: "The others have a rest and go to eat."

The supervisor looked bitter: "Chen, Boss Chen, I, I really don't know how..."

"No?" Chen Jianqiu took the pickaxe, swung it, and pulled out the stone that was firmly embedded in the soil on the roadbed.

He pointed at the overseer and said, "You're fired."

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

The overseer stood stunned on the spot.

There was no one at the scene, so I ignored him.

The old man holding the pickaxe looked at Chen Jianqiu.

He suddenly felt that this person looked familiar.

Isn't this the man who asked for his wages back last time? Is this man really a wealthy and powerful official?

"Master, Master, thank you for making the decision for me." The old man knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, "You are so blind that you can't see the mountains."

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

It sounded a little harsh to him.

"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.

"You haven't signed a contract with the company, right?" 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 eager to invite him to the board meeting.

Extremely irritating book

(End of chapter)