America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 375 Brother and Brother

In fact, the person who originally went to negotiate was not Huang Qingyun.

He is the current general director of the Chinese General Association and also the chairman of the Ningyang Association, Huang Yongren.

Among the 600 or so Chinese who were driven out of Arcata, about 400 were from Taishan, and some were Huang Yongren's clan members.

If something happens to them, Ningyang Guild Hall cannot ignore it.

After receiving the news, the presidium of the Chung Hwa Association held an intensive discussion.

The first was to seek help from the Qing Consulate in San Francisco.

However, the reply from the consulate was: the done thing is done, and it is better to put the refugees of Arcata in a safe place as soon as possible.

The general meaning is that they were driven out even if they called for the U.S. military. The only thing to do is to quickly prepare a place for those people to settle down.

But since the bill was implemented, the living area for Chinese in San Francisco has become smaller and smaller, and there is no place to house these hundreds of penniless people.

Huang Tongshi was startled and quickly advised:

Huang Yongren couldn't see clearly, so his coachman handed him a pair of glasses.

The two young men looked at each other.

In terms of seniority, he had to call the person in front of him brother.

He started to get the gun out.

Unexpectedly, Huang Yongren, the current business director of the Chinese Association, actually stopped in front of the carriage alone.

"I'd better go." Huang Qingyun shook his head at Huang Yongren, "You can't even kill a chicken. If something happens, you won't be able to run away."

Soon, two young men rushed in.

But at this moment, Huang Tongshi came running all the way from the street entrance:

Representatives from several guild halls were at a loss.

Huang Qingyun walked into the house and lifted up the wall panel, revealing a row of repeating rifles.

Huang Tongshi was a little stunned.

Huang Tongshi ran up to the two of them out of breath and handed the piece of paper in his hand to Huang Yongren.

"The local militia group in Arcata invited us to negotiate and said that the Chinese can go back, but we need to pay them part of the compensation."

The old man persuaded his younger brother earnestly.

"Lao Qi, go see how much ammunition we still have in stock." Huang Qingyun strode into the yard.

"Who are you going to let talk?" Huang Qingyun looked at the two people in front of him.

"The other party didn't use the gun! How many excuses are you going to give others if you use the gun?"

The news reached Huang Qingyun.

As a former TPJ general, he still remembers what Chen Jianqiu said to him before he left.

The old man calmly folded the paper and stuffed it into his gown.

Huang Qingyun put his hands behind his back, walked to the window, looked out the window, thought for a while, and shook his head:

"No, don't tell him."

"Qingyun! Qingyun! Don't be impulsive!" The Huang clan leader, who was over fifty years old, walked quickly to Huang Qingyun holding his robe.

He felt that he could not persuade the old man.

"I took the risk to bring you out, but I also turned a blind eye to many things. You are also over fifty years old, are you still so reckless in doing things?

"Have you caused too many troubles in the past few decades?"

When Huang Qingyun walked into the yard, he was leaning against the wall and wiping himself with water from the bucket.

"Don't be anxious!" Huang Yongren stamped his foot again, his whole body shaking with anger.

Huang Qingyun's eyes were firm and he was about to leave.

Huang Yongren took off his glasses, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper:

"Where to go?" Xiao Liuzi asked.

Without saying a word, he returned to the mutual aid association at the dock.

But leaving these hundreds of people to fend for themselves is really too much.

"They named the person they wanted to talk to, and there was no one else but me."

"Xiao Liuzi, you take a few people to put these guns into the box, and then find a car to load them with Lao Qi's ammunition; He Sanshui, call the remaining brothers and prepare to set off with me!"

Huang Yongren hurriedly stepped down from the carriage.

"Besides, since those vigilante groups are willing to talk, if we don't go, wouldn't it be unreasonable? What's more, most of these people just want to ask for more money, and it won't be too much."

"If a fight really breaks out, wouldn't your dozens of people be totally wiped out?"

It's better not to tell him.

Huang Qingyun glanced at Huang Yongren and the braid on the back of his head, and snorted angrily.

More than an hour later, Huang Qingyun's forty or fifty workers had already gathered at the dock.

He knew very well how much trouble this incident would leave.

After hearing what the boss said, Lao Qi walked into the warehouse on the side without saying a word, and then moved out a few boxes of ammunition:

"Boss Chen just sent a batch over not long ago. It's enough."

Huang Yongren shook his head and said seriously:

"I am the head of the Huang family in Ningyang and the business director of the Zhonghua Guild Hall. If I don't go, who will?"

"Qingyun! Don't be willful! If you leave, these dozens of young people may be gone!" Huang Yongren stamped his feet anxiously.

"Let's go!" he shouted to the young people behind him.

If he gets involved, it will bring a lot of trouble to Chen Jianqiu.

"It's better to have something to talk about than not to have anything to talk about!" Huang Tongshi said from the side.

"If you want to go today, just run over me!"

"Go to Arcata, these bastards took our people's things, we have to get them back!"

"I've made my decision, don't say more!"

"They are all old bones anyway, let's just let them go. These young people have to live well and still have a future."

The person Huang Qingyun called Lao Qi was a young man wearing a gray and white vest.

He Sanshui asked a little worriedly: "Uncle Huang, do you want to tell Boss Chen? He might send a detective agency to help me."

"Mr. Huang, you can't do this. You are the backbone of the tens of thousands of Chinese people in Chinatown. If you go there and have something wrong, it won't be easy to explain!"

Next to them was a flat carriage covered with a thick pile of straw, and hidden under the straw were boxes containing guns and bullets.

"There is a way! There is a way!" He commented very quickly with his short legs and a piece of paper in his hand.

He glanced at the young workers on the dock, with a self-deprecating smile on his face:

He glared at Huang Qingyun:

"Brother, I thank you for protecting me all these years, but if we don't deal with this matter, it will get worse in the future."

While taking it, he shouted to the door: "Xiao Liuzi! He Sanshui! You two come here."

"When you joined TPJ, your whole family was ruined. Your father didn't even look at you until his death!"

He has already rebelled, so why would he listen to his brother again?

How could Huang Qingyun care about it?

Huang Qingyun ordered.

"It's nonsense, why should we give them money?" Huang Qingyun felt a little weird.

However, just as Huang Qingyun was preparing to set off with his people, a carriage stopped in front of the pier.

The stubborn Huang clan leader sternly rejected his younger brother's proposal.

However, two days later, when Huang Yongren, who had just walked out of the gate of the Chinese Association, was about to board the carriage heading to Atak, he was informed by his subordinates.

The night before, Huang Qingyun had already officially set off from the pier with a few people.

Two days later, they had already appeared at the entrance of Atak town, ready to enter the town for negotiations.

(End of chapter)