America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 405 The new leader of the Knights of Labor in Shiquan Town

Mine No. 3, on the hillside.

Manager Riley and the supervisor are hiding in the office.

An hour ago it was still a mess outside, with gunshots and screams unceasingly heard.

But along with the sound of horse hooves and an indistinct shout, there was soon no movement in the direction of the residential area.

"Go and take a look again!" Riley poked the overseer in the butt with the barrel of his gun.

"Boss, I'm not going!" the supervisor's voice was filled with tears. "Also, can you put down the gun first? I'm afraid you might accidentally fire."

"No! Go!" Riley yelled, "They gave us an excuse to hire a security company!"

"But if too many Chinese workers die, we have to find ways to find them elsewhere."

The supervisor was forced to have no choice but to walk out of the cabin again.

He carefully climbed up the hillside and looked down.

"Hey, I know, the mine will take care of it. Get back to work quickly!"

He took two steps, remembered something, and came back: "By the way, you hurry up to the Chinese workers and ask them to come back to work!"

Holly waved his hand at Hanks and said slightly tiredly:

"I brought you the man." Holly pointed to the Swedish miners behind him.

The supervisor was dumbfounded.

"I allow the injured to rest in the house while the others go back to work. Is that okay?"

The supervisor felt a little strange.

Although these Chinese workers are usually so dull and silent, they are still very obedient as long as you let them work.

Appearing with them was the lunatic who was standing on the roof before and a dozen heavily armed Chinese militiamen.

It seems that, not only is the hero young, but he is able to serve as the vice president in California, he really has two skills.

Hanks slapped his thigh and gritted his teeth.

Liao Dabaibai was actually in the house.

"Do you look like we're hurt?" Holly turned around in front of Hanks.

Hawley spoke impassionedly as if he were the leader of the workers here.

The workers in the audience looked at him and talked a lot.

the overseer asked angrily.

The people on the boat were all fishermen from nearby villages.

The supervisor didn't expect that Liao Dabai, who usually didn't dare to let go of one more thing, also learned to bargain, so he had to "give in".

The fishing boat ferried Holly and the others across the river.

The mud under his feet was almost plowed into a furrow.

The supervisor walked to Liao Dabai's side.

The supervisor shouted to the Chinese workers standing outside the house.

"Hurry! Hurry! Go back to work!"

"We should not be provoked to let go of those real enemies. As workers, we should unite and deal with the outside world as one, and we should not treat them based on skin color!"

Most importantly, he vaguely saw that Well No. 6 on the other side of the river seemed to have resumed production.

But why do they seem to suddenly not understand their own words today?

Something is wrong.

"Just die. What month doesn't kill someone in the coal mine?" Riley walked down the hillside, "I'll send a telegram to the headquarters and report the situation."

Liao Dabai stopped what he was doing and turned around, still looking so downcast:

At this time, the madman was chatting and laughing with Holly, while the miners were following behind them, not daring to show their anger.

"Don't they agree with the strike? I've asked several times, and the answer I got is that Chinese workers have no tradition of going on strike, and they have no intention of going on strike."

He found that his officers were also staring at Holly in the middle of the circle, and suddenly felt in a trance again.

A black man jumped out of one of the boats, said something to the fishermen, and then walked towards the Chinese residential area.

He craned his neck and looked across the river.

He spoke:

Seeing the supervisor standing on the hillside in a daze, Riley also walked out.

He shouted the same words again in less proficient Chinese.

Liao Dabai still didn't move, he spread his hands.

Finally, I managed to gather a few more people.

These miners were all disarmed and looked a little embarrassed.

“My dear brothers, this morning we were taken advantage of by people with ulterior motives!

Hanks saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

The bell at the entrance of the town rang again.

Hanks quickly raised his head and looked in the direction pointed by the officer.

However, these Chinese workers looked at him with strange eyes and continued to do their own things.

"Yes, he is so young!"

Every few times he walked back and forth, he would look up at the other side of the river, or in another direction.

The scene was very "dangerous".

Material support? What does this mean? A slap in the face and then a date?

He was in a daze for a moment.

"Yes!" Holly replied as he walked away, "They asked us if we could participate in the strike!"

"Are you ready to run away?" The supervisor looked at Liao Dabai with confusion.

When Holly said this, the white Swedish miners looked at him with admiration.

No matter what, the enemy of the enemy is a friend. As long as you are willing to stand on the same front, you are a good brother.

The white miners boarded the ship in batches.

In addition, the bridge is broken, and the workers of Mine No. 3 are still resting in their dormitories or at home.

"How did you get them back?" Hanks asked eagerly, "They didn't hurt you, did they?"

If this hole is opened, it will be difficult to gather the workers later.

The supervisor shouted as he rushed into the house where Liao Dabai usually lived.

Hanks stood next to him, wiping his sweat again with some embarrassment.

Compared with the huge crowds last time, there were much fewer people here this time.

Hanks was dumbfounded.

"What do you call support when production resumes?" Riley put his hands on his hips and looked down the hillside.

After Hawley entered the Chinese workers' residential area, he and the miner prisoners were surrounded by heavily armed Chinese.

The overseer's eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

"Mr. Hanks! Look, what is that?" a knight officer next to him suddenly shouted.

Chinese trade union goes on strike?!

He briefly described the entire negotiation process to him.

If Holly takes a detour, he should come back from that direction.

"Okay, you guys are awesome! Get back to work as soon as possible! Don't run away!"

"Is it him who rescued those Swedish workers this morning?"

The supervisor said harsh words, walked out of the room quickly, and walked towards the direction of Mine No. 3.

There has been no news since we set off this morning.

"Well, not necessarily, maybe, it depends on the outcome of the strike." Liao Dabai is not very good at lying and tells the truth.

"But someone seems to have died." The supervisor scratched his head.

strike?

When the supervisor saw Riley leaving, he came to the Chinese workers' residential area.

"It seems that everything is okay." The supervisor touched his nose, "Should we still call for backup?"

This sentence made Hanks even more confused.

After a while, Holly, whom he missed so much, and dozens of white miners appeared on the outskirts of the Chinese residential area.

"They are all working for the Knights of Labor, as they should be."

"Convene a conference, I accept it!" Hanks said.

The Chinese people across the street are also organized.

Hanks sincerely admires this young man who came to support the California Knights.

Chen Jianqiu and Holly shook hands cordially, watched them leave by boat, and said goodbye to them with a smile.

Still no one paid attention to him.

He couldn't believe that this word would come out of Liao Dabai's mouth.

"what's the situation?"

He was in the back room, standing beside the bed, as if he was bending down to pack something.

"Did they make any conditions?" he asked.

Hanks wiped the sweat from his head and was about to speak, but unexpectedly Holly stood up.

They rowed and parked the boat on the other side of the river.

The workers have been cheated once, and many are unwilling to do it a second time.

Hanks hurriedly walked up with the officials.

"What do you think?" Holly's rhetorical question quickly interrupted Hanks' thinking.

On the Beit River, a dozen small wooden boats suddenly appeared, floating over from the upstream direction.

"Sir, my people may not be willing to listen to me now, and"

He asked Holly why the Knights of Labor, who were also workers, would attack Chinese workers so viciously.

He walked anxiously up and down the river.

"Now we have it." Holly stopped and looked at Hanks, "And according to the Chinese leader, he will provide material support for this strike."

He saw a few simple clothes and a small package on the bed.

Holly didn't bring anyone with him.

A group of people came to the river bank.

He went to the Chinese residential area single-handedly.

The supervisor urged impatiently.

"Liao! What happened to your people today? Why don't you go back to work? I've been shouting outside for a long time, and no one paid attention to me. Don't you want your job anymore?"

Hanks was worried.

The leader is that madman.

Some white miners are ready to go back to work.

The Chinese workers were cleaning up the area around their houses in an orderly manner, and the blood stains and corpses on the ground had been removed.

"Where is Liao Dabai? Where did Liao Dabai go?"

"You have helped me a lot!" Hanks couldn't wait to hug Holly and give him a kiss.

But Liao Dabai stood there very respectfully, but his body did not move.

Hanks had no choice but to run to Mine No. 6 and persuade some people to come over one by one.

If the wooden bridge over the river hadn't been blown into two pieces, the supervisor would have felt as if nothing had happened.

"Sir, we were attacked by white miners this morning."

He hesitated to speak.

All was quiet.

Faced with the gunpoint, Mr. Holly was not afraid of danger, neither humble nor arrogant. He argued with reason and finally settled the matter and brought the white miners back safely.

Where is this place? Is it America?

Do you look a little redundant?

"This morning, I have reached an agreement with the Chinese workers on the other side of the river to strike together! Until the mine agrees to our conditions!"

Holly raised his fist.

Some workers were still hesitant, but the miners, led by the Swedish workers, had already started shouting.

"Strike! Strike!"

(End of chapter)