America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 298 They were all born in the United States

The information provided to Hudson took the chemist some time to digest.

Plus stabilizers and some other miscellaneous tests and treatments.

Chen Jianqiu estimates that it will take some time for smokeless gunpowder to be available.

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

Emmanuel Nigo is a person who wakes up Sean who is standing beside him every time he calls his name.

He followed Chen Jianqiu along 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.

When he arrived in Roswell, Chen Jianqiu spent a day preparing a studio for him.

Nigo locked himself in the studio for almost a week.

This Chinese worker looks very young and honest.

"How about we change our mood?" Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder.

"It's not bad, it's quite interesting." Chen Jianqiu walked to Nige's side, holding his chin and looking at the painting.

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

The white-skinned person in charge of the archives is a boss who wants money rather than his life.

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

When setting off from Albuquerque, Chen Jianqiu had already asked Danny and his son to buy some printing presses that had been eliminated by the newspaper.

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

The prosecutor lowered his head and read the name on the document, and glanced at the Chinese worker standing in front of him through the top of his glasses.

People who have no talent will never admit that they have no talent, not to mention, this person just has the wrong talent.

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

The prosecutor looked at the information and frowned.

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

The prosecutor wanted to find other ways, his mind was racing.

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

"Are there any other witnesses?"

"Who is his father?" the prosecutor put down the information and asked.

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

He looked at these materials without any prejudice, but he could not prove the authenticity of these materials because the copy filed in the archives had been burned in a fire not long ago.

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

"Don't worry, I will send someone here. These masters are all learning English, so your basic communication should not be a big problem." Chen Jianqiu grinned at Nige,

"And our school here also offers Chinese language learning. If you are interested, I can sign up for you at Holmes's."

He pointed at the old man, and then at the seven or eight Chinese people of various ages behind "Huang Fuquan":

"You don't want to tell me that these people are the sons of this old gentleman."

The same thing happened in New Mexico.

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

Check the entry and exit certificate? The entry and exit certificate was also burned. How can this be fixed?

"Prosecutor, according to California law, only two people are required to provide proof, which means the birth certificate is valid." Reuter reminded the judge "kindly".

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

"These are all the masters I selected, and they are all clever and skillful." Chen Jianqiu introduced the Chinese masters to Ni Ge.

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

Several steam-driven printing presses appeared in front of Nigo.

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

A Chinese master smiled brightly at Nigo: "Hello!"

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

"All hand-painted? You're exhausted and we'll forget about it." The artist has automatically assumed the role of the leader of the counterfeiting.

There were several Chinese workers standing in the house, probably in their thirties or forties.

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

Standing behind him was lawyer Dylan, whose identity was hidden.

After all, age and craftsmanship still have to match.

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

This time, a woman with a waist as thick as a bucket came up. Her testimony was more detailed. She even told where these people lived in Chinatown when they were children and where they moved from.

The city hall left some unresolved matters to them.

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

Hua Gong nodded.

The trial went on for a long time, but in the end, the judge cited the Fourteenth Amendment to the Constitution and gave the Chinese workers legal status.

Chen Jianqiu handed Nige a sample and took him to a house.

"Yes, Mr. Judge."

In fact, he didn't say a word.

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

Chen Jianqiu paid him directly.

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

They were prosecuted.

He is well-known in San Francisco's lawyer circles, characterized by his tendency to value wealth and his tendency to be pushy.

These masters had different professions before, but they were all craftsmen. Some of them were specialized in imitation crafts in GZ; some were engaged in calligraphy and painting from the previous dynasty and were good at distressing.

"Huang Fuquan?"

"How many servings do you want to make?" Nige glanced at Chen Jianqiu.

…

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

"Old sir, before I ask you, please don't answer for others." The prosecutor looked a little unhappy.

This old gentleman is a Chinese businessman. He has been in the United States for many years and became a naturalized citizen early. He is also a person with a bold personality and is familiar with Huang Qingyun.

"You said you wanted to have a legal immigration status?" the prosecutor said slowly, staring at the Chinese worker.

"Okay, let me give it a try, eh, no, you have to provide me with a translator!" Nigo glanced at the masters.

If Chen Jianqiu were present, he would definitely have a smile on his face and in his heart.

You want witnesses? No matter how many witnesses you have, we will get them for you.

Sure enough, on the seventh day, when Chen Jianqiu walked into Nige's studio, the painter was sitting in front of the canvas, looking at his half-finished painting with empty eyes.

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

This doctor was a talkative person and kept talking for a long time. He was very verbose and the prosecutor listened tirelessly.

The prosecutor thought for a moment and then asked: "Do you have anything else to prove? For example, witness evidence or something."

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

Reuter handed over his birth certificate and other information to prosecutors.

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

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

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

Hua Gong replied in simple English.

"Yes, Mr. Judge, they are all my sons." The old gentleman chuckled, "We Chinese value having children and grandchildren in our house."

The courts in San Francisco have encountered some problems recently.

"he!"

The prosecutor took another look at the information. It was better not to look at it. When he saw it, his glasses almost fell off.

Just let him try.

His little inspiration had dried up.

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

Soon after, the person in charge wanted to use this secret to gain another blow against Chen Jianqiu.

Then, this man disappeared from Santa Fe forever.

No one saw him again.

(End of chapter)