New Ming Empire mixed in America

The continued fermentation of fallacies has caught bankers off guard. Because according to previous practice, people will believe whatever is published in newspapers, but now...

Seeing the large number of people starting to gather downstairs in the company, the bank company's executives couldn't sit still.

A security guard with a gun knocked on the bank manager's office and shouted:

"Manager, if we don't give an explanation to the civilians outside, they will rush in and demand an explanation themselves."

The bank manager was also very depressed. Facing the questioning gaze of the security personnel, he finally couldn't help but roar loudly:

"Shet, what can I do? I'm just a part-time worker!"

The bank manager calmed down after his rant. Now it seems that those bank shareholders will not come forward.

The current situation is that if he cannot perfectly solve the current problem, there will not be much time left before he is pushed out as a 'temporary worker'.

Now he could only hope that the police in San Francisco would be more reliable, so he turned to his secretary and asked:

"Have you notified the police? Our bank sponsors so much money a year and we can't just let them sit idly by!"

However, the bank manager's small hope was extinguished by the secretary's answer.

"Those people at the police station are maintaining order at the city hall, so they said..."

"What did those bastards say?"

After the bank manager heard that the city hall was also surrounded by protestors, he sat back decadently on his expensive custom-made sofa.

At this time, the secretary finally finished all his stuttering words: "They said... they said they had notified the remaining cavalrymen of the Ninth Infantry Regiment to come over and maintain order."

"Really?" With a sudden sound, the bank manager jumped up from the sofa like a dead fish.

After getting a positive reply from the secretary, the bank manager finally felt relieved.

He worked in a San Francisco bank for eight years, during which time he served three bank managers.

But two of the managers he sent away in the past two months, and neither of them ended well.

One was brought back in a box, and he was present on the day of burial.

That small box is said to be a specialty of the Orientals. They would burn the dead to ashes and then put them in the small box for burial.

The other one was even worse. When he was sent back, only his head was left.

He did not attend the funeral because he had just taken over the job of bank manager.

After becoming a bank manager, he also realized why his first two managers failed.

One offended Dongfang Li from Los Angeles, and the other severely offended Dongfang Li from Los Angeles.

The difference between the two is that one was brought back in a box, while the other was brought back with only its head hung on a merchant ship.

So he came to the conclusion that he should not offend Dongfang Li.

But can he sit back and relax without offending Dongfang Li?

Obviously not, because Dongfang Li would send someone over to make him offend.

Among the protesters downstairs, the two Los Angeles congressmen who had led people to surround Li Mingqi were standing on the carriage with a loudspeaker and shouting:

"Those damn capitalists say the money in our hands is fake money, but their rags like toilet paper are real money."

"Those people want to take our money but they don't want to pay any price!"

"It's okay even to exchange old money of equal value for the new money in our hands, but look at what those capitalists did?"

"They didn't! They didn't do anything!"

"Comrades... ahem, gentlemen and ladies, do you think you can agree to this kind of thing?"

Although this congressman no longer has a civil service establishment in California, he still holds great power in the naturalized city.

His position as director of the Guihua City Sub-district Office now gives him actual rights, although he no longer has the right to participate in the parliament.

But his current job is what he loves. President Li once said: Love what you do, face life with full enthusiasm, and helping others is the true virtue.

What is this? This is simply more fascinating than the words of the saints in the Bible.

Listening to nearly a thousand people around the carriage shouting "No!"

Congressman (crossed out), the director of the sub-district office is very satisfied with the effect he has achieved.

So he raised his trumpet and wanted to continue to incite (cross out)...continue to worry about people's concerns from the bottom of his heart, and use words to guide these lost lambs to find the direction...

"The cavalry is coming, everyone, be careful!"

Suddenly, someone from behind the crowd shouted something, causing people in the protest to turn around and look.

Sure enough, dozens of armed cavalrymen poured in at the entrance of the street.

What these soldiers held in their hands were not long sticks like those held by the police, but sabers with gleaming cold handles.

"Captain, do we really want to use sabers against these fellow Californians?"

Next to Captain Joseph's son, Captain Joseph's Cavalry, a cavalryman with slightly curly hair asked in a low voice.

"Are you using a saber against these ordinary San Francisco residents? Are you flooded in the head? I'm just asking you to scare them."

"Look, those people are starting to retreat. Our mission is just to drive them away from this commercial street. Don't cause me any other trouble, you know?"

Controlling their horses, the cavalrymen slowly pressed toward the crowd, hoping to force these people to exit the street.

His Majesty Li once said that everything will be accompanied by accidents, just big or small problems.

Just as the cavalry were slowly pressing toward the crowd, a series of crackling sounds suddenly sounded from nowhere.

This sound was so harsh in this long silent street that it even frightened the cavalry's horses.

"Those bastards shot at us, fight back, fight back quickly!"

Little Joseph, who was startled by the burst of gunfire, didn't even notice that no one in the cavalry was hurt.

He only saw a puff of white smoke rising from the crowd and a sound like a volley of gunshots.

The cavalry, who were also shocked, did not hesitate to point their guns at the protesting crowd after receiving the order, and then pulled the trigger.

This is the famous Long Street Uprising movement in San Francisco history.

In order to commemorate this movement that was suppressed just after the uprising, international students from a certain middle school organized a small-scale mourning.

Although it was quickly dispersed by the police of the Xinming Empire and all the overseas students who participated were deported, the event was still published on the headlines of Xinming News.

'No person or organization within the territory of the Xinming Empire may organize activities in the name of commemorating the political activities of other countries in an attempt to undermine the ancient legitimacy of the territory of the Xinming Empire!'

At this moment, at the entrance of the San Francisco Bank, no one noticed that the organizer of this event, the director of the Guihua City Subdistrict Office, had disappeared.

Not necessarily his deputy, the deputy director of the sub-district office who lit 200 firecrackers with his own hands...