New Ming Empire mixed in America

Port of San Francisco.

Little Wilson stepped off the clipper boat, opened his arms and stretched his waist freely.

This period of wandering at sea made him miss the land very much. The experience of traveling alone on a ship to the Far East for several months also made him mature a lot.

As a price, he got a thumb-long scar on the left side of his face. This was caused when sailors colluded with pirates at sea to hijack the ship.

But it was that crisis that made him make an Oriental friend.

"Wilson, is this San Francisco you're talking about?"

A middle-aged man with a hairy beard jumped out of the boat behind little Wilson.

"Yes, this is what you call San Francisco, we call it San Francisco."

Little Wilson was no longer surprised that this strong man, who seemed to be a big, thick man, could communicate with him fluently in English.

"Is this the paradise you call a place where 'us' can have enough to eat?"

The middle-aged man scratched his head and asked again honestly, and the English was mixed with well-spoken Chinese.

"Mr. Song He, you don't have to pretend to be so honest. You were not like this when you were fighting in a group on the boat."

Little Wilson would not be deceived by the other party's appearance. The seemingly honest guy opposite him was not an honest person.

While on the ship, he used his physical strength to bully the white sailors. In the end, he even led his men into several fights with the sailors.

Moreover, little Wilson also knew that this guy used to be a pirate, and the ship they were traveling on was helmed by this Easterner named Song He.

Moreover, this guy was wanted for hijacking a French merchant ship in the Qing Dynasty. In the end, he had to take a dozen of his fellow villagers on board the immigration ship of the New Ming Empire.

"Hey, aren't we in a strange place? If you don't be honest, what if you get bullied?"

Song He still had an honest smile, but it seemed particularly inconsistent with his strong physique.

But this guy seems to be enjoying it all the time, always thinking about pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

Little Wilson curled his lips and ignored this guy.

He glanced around the San Francisco harbor, but did not see the office nearby.

"Song He, please inform your compatriots not to disembark. We will replenish some supplies and head to Los Angeles, which is our destination."

After Song He nodded, Wilson Jr. rented a carriage and headed towards Barton's immigration company.

When he was about to get off the car at the door of the company, he suddenly found that the door of the immigration company had been sealed.

And several gang members who seemed to be wandering nearby had gathered towards him.

"Quick, go to Church Street and back to the port, quick!"

Pulling back his outgoing legs, little Wilson patted the coachman's back and shouted hurriedly.

But the coachman did not let the carriage start running immediately. Instead, he turned back and said:

"This is already an urban area, and the city council prohibits all horse-drawn carriages from running fast on the streets. What's more, you are going to Church Street, where there are more pedestrians."

"If I were to talk to you about this, would you occasionally violate the city council's injunction?"

As he spoke, little Wilson took out a pistol from his waist and pressed it against the coachman's back.

"NO, NO, NO, you will only make me nervous. When I get nervous, I will forget how to drive a carriage."

Looking at the gang members surrounding him, little Wilson slowly cocked the hammer. He didn't have time to spend more time with the driver.

However, the coachman seemed to feel the murderous intention of little Wilson, and immediately said quickly:

"If you want to leave here right away, you...have to pay more!"

Before little Wilson could answer, the coachman shook the reins, and the two Kentucky mares pulling the coach started to gallop.

It wasn't that the coachman didn't want to continue bargaining, but that he saw the gang members who were surrounding him pulling out guns and pointing them at his carriage.

It would be fine if those people could directly kill little Wilson, but if they hit him or his horse, it would be a real disaster.

So he had no choice but to drive the carriage away from here.

The rapid movement of the carriage splashed mud in all directions, causing pedestrians on the street to curse.

Normally, he would be able to stop and communicate with each other cordially for a long time using verbs involving the elders of both parties, but now he has no time to waste when he is running for his life.

Fortunately, those gang members did not ride horses, otherwise it is unclear whether they would have been able to escape.

The carriage successfully circled back to the port from Church Street. Little Wilson threw two Spanish silver coins to the coachman and quickly got out of the carriage and ran towards the fleet that had just docked.

"Get out of here, quickly, don't dock, just leave!"

Little Wilson ran along the steps onto the boat and started shouting before he could catch his breath.

Seeing the embarrassment of little Wilson, Song He did not waste time asking what happened. Instead, he quickly called his companions and turned the ship around, heading out of the port.

At the same time, let the flagman standing on the mast notify other ships in the fleet to turn around and leave.

But it all seemed a little too late. There were a total of fifteen clipper ships in the fleet transporting immigrants, but only three of them successfully left the port.

The remaining ships were blocked back to the port by San Francisco's maritime patrol vessels.

There was even a small clipper ship that was knocked over by a merchant ship that suddenly appeared next to it because it couldn't dodge.

Looking at the slowly capsizing clipper boat, the fat businessman who had just stood still waved excitedly to the patrol boat.

As a businessman born and raised in San Francisco, when Terrence discovered that the patrol boats were blocking the clipper ships, he immediately ordered his own merchant ship to ram them.

He didn't want to miss this kind of heroic deed that could be published in the San Francisco newspapers. Maybe he could use this opportunity to give his family a ride on the Coast Guard's congressmen.

"Sir, that's an immigrant ship! Oh my god, you actually ordered the ramming of an immigrant ship!"

The captain who had just run out of the cabin onto the deck couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the Chinese people diving from the clipper ship.

You must know that no company qualified to immigrate from the sea is easy to mess with, let alone this is a fleet!

The captain, who has been hanging around San Francisco all year round, knows very well that there is an Oriental who calls himself the emperor in Los Angeles.

If this was a joke a month ago, it wasn't that funny until the news came back that the 9th Infantry Regiment had been wiped out.

After the specific number of soldiers of the 9th Infantry Regiment was dug out by newspapers, those who had laughed at Li Mingqi all shut up.

A total of more than 1,600 troops were wiped out in Los Angeles. Who dares to say that the Oriental in Los Angeles is a joke?

What's more, not long ago, the factory owners here in San Francisco were pointing at the Orientals in Los Angeles to make money. Who can ignore them?

But today the city council didn't know what went wrong and sent patrol boats to blockade all ships transporting goods from San Francisco to Los Angeles.

Otherwise, the merchant ship that hired him as captain would not have stayed here.

"What about the immigration ship? Didn't you see that those jumping into the water were all Orientals dragging pig tails?"

Looking at the Chinese struggling in the water, Terrence looked disapproving.

They even thought the clipper ship didn't sink fast enough, causing the merchant ship to hit it again.

The captain could only watch all this helplessly. Who said that he was just an employee and the other party was the boss?