Wild North America 1846

Chapter 632 Clouds move in all directions

Author: Portuguese toothless

Chapter 632 Clouds move in all directions

In the bleak cold wind, Boston 1876 came quietly.

It has been more than a month since the last meeting with Mr. Joseph Apra-Garcia, a wealthy Boston businessman. Now "Madman" Carl has transformed into a big shot in the West End.

With additional financial support, "Madman" Karl gathered a group of people to form the "Western District Workers' Federation", with more than 1,700 official members and more peripheral workers.

This is already a considerable force among Boston's lower-level workers' organizations.

Late January 1876

It has been less than two weeks since the Lunar New Year, the most solemn traditional Chinese festival. Many festive lanterns, banners in Chinese characters and blessings such as "Good luck during the Spring Festival" and "Congratulations on the New Year" appeared on the streets covered with red and greenery, adding to the charm of this British-style building.

The city brings a different kind of oriental style.

On the street outside the West End Pier

Many white coolies who went to work early in the morning braved the cold wind and walked into the breakfast stall with their necks hunched. They ordered a hot spicy soup and two pieces of browned sesame seed cakes sandwiched with fried dough sticks. It was a satisfying and filling meal.

breakfast.

The owner of the spicy soup shop is Italian Piaggio. His brother Augustus is making sesame cakes at the sesame cake stove in front of the store, and the woman Sophia is busy frying fried dough sticks.

Business was pretty good early in the morning, and the store was full of people.

These white coolies like spicy soup very much. A big bowl of hot soup is cheap and filling. The most important thing is that it tastes good. It is the most common breakfast for the bottom workers in Boston.

There are not 200 spicy soup breakfast restaurants in Boston, but there are 150. A breakfast costs only 3 cents. If you don’t have enough spicy soup, you can add more. It has become the city’s business card.

In Pittsburgh, in the western province, beef offal soup is the favorite of local workers.

Don't ask why?

The mutual influence and penetration of Chinese and Western cultures is reflected in every detail of social life, subtly changing the living customs of residents.

When "Madman" Carl opened the cotton curtain and walked into the breakfast shop, a group of white people crowded around the table were drinking spicy soup. When they saw the black bear-like Carl walking in, they couldn't help but raise their heads.

"Wow... wow... it seems a little inappropriate to come in while you are dining. Hi... Old Tom, you look like you are enjoying a steak dinner. Can you please stop squeaking so loudly?"

?" Karl said hello with a cheerful face, as if he thought he was being humorous.

Old Tom, who had some gray hair, raised his head, stuck out his tongue and licked the remnants of spicy soup at the corner of his mouth, and then cursed unceremoniously, "Let me see who this is... He started talking in a gentleman's tone? Oh...

...It turns out to be Carl, the son of a bitch. Don’t forget that you climbed over the courtyard wall and stole my chicken just when you were wise. Now you are starting to learn how to speak in the upper class. This is so fucking disgusting!”

"Ahem...Don't keep mentioning this, Old Tom, No...here is one dollar. We have cleared it now. You can take this to the market and buy a dozen chickens." Carl showed off and took out a dollar note.

The money was slapped directly on the table.

Old Tom confiscated the money with lightning speed, then picked up the sesame cake with fried dough sticks and took a firm bite, and said in a leisurely manner;

"Since you are a rich man now, Karl... let's settle the score between us.

You were drunk and dumped on the street. Old Tom was afraid that you would freeze to death, so he asked someone to carry you back. But when you left the next day, you stole my ancestral silver spoon.

That's a very old item, worth at least $5.

And when it was hot last year, you went to peek in the shower..."

"Oh... Stop, stop, that's enough... Here is 10 dollars. I just hope that Old Tom will shut your mouth. I am now a decent person with status. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will smash your head."

"

"OK, deal." Old Tom smiled happily and collected the 10 dollars. As for the ancestral silver spoon worth five dollars, that was pure nonsense.

They were just a few silver-plated spoons, worth a dollar at most.

It cost 11 US dollars to buy Old Tom to shut up. Carl also felt heartache, so he stopped talking and showed off his sense of humor and directly stated the purpose of his visit.

Said: "Hi... Guys, I hope you all join the Western District Workers' Federation. This is our own white labor organization and will not allow any Chinese to join."

As soon as he said this, the white people around him burst into laughter, some put their fingers in their mouths and blew a sharp whistle, and many more laughed with tears of joy.

"Hahaha... damn Karl, you really made me laugh."

"That's right, hahahaha... Why didn't I realize that this bastard is not only crazy, but also as stupid as a pig? Who among those rich Chinese would join your lousy organization?"

"Not allowing Chinese to participate? Hahahaha...hahaha...it really made me laugh, hahaha..."

The Chinese are a reserved and introverted people. They especially like to live in groups and are not good at communicating with the outside world. Their residential area is a wealthy area in Boston and they are generally relatively wealthy.

Most Chinese cannot speak foreign languages, and they are even less likely to join any foreign workers' organizations.

And those Chinese who can speak foreign languages ​​are either executives or the upper class, and the last two are middle- and high-level employees in government departments or police officers. Who will join a white trade union organization?

Is this still an organization of stinky, sweaty dockworkers?

The guests in the breakfast shop burst out laughing. Carl was so angry that his face turned as red as pig liver. After thinking about it, he held back his anger and shouted to the shop owner, Piaggio;

"Bring me a big bowl of spicy soup, add more vinegar, 4 pieces of sesame seed cakes and 4 fried dough sticks, please hurry up."

"Are you sure you want so much? Carl, you may not be able to finish it." Piaggio reminded kindly.

The hot and spicy soup restaurants use large bowls made of oak. A large bowl of hot and spicy soup weighs three kilograms. A piece of sesame seed cake is two taels, and a fried dough stick is one tael. Even the average pot-bellied man can't eat it.

so much.

Karl rolled his eyes, waved his hand proudly and said, "Go ahead, if you can't finish it, pack it up and take it back to me. Every one of the guys who had breakfast in the store today will be charged to my account."

The first sentence was not that good, but the last sentence caused everyone to applaud loudly. The guests who were not full yet quickly ordered two more fried dough sticks, ready to eat before going out.

As soon as Karl saw that the small favor worked, he immediately began to preach his set of absurd theories in the breakfast shop. He actually won the favor of many white workers, and the atmosphere was very lively for a while.

washington

Benjamin Disraeli, President of the United States (North), was in a bad mood and was furious in his Oval Office.

He was questioned by Congress because of corruption. It was the powerful Chinese-American parliamentarian group "Free America" ​​who initiated the question, which made the president very embarrassed.

"...

Damn it, they want to discredit me. These Easterners can't succeed. Even if it is passed by the lower house of parliament, I will not hesitate to use the presidential veto power.

It’s really hard to understand why they insist on staring at me like hungry dogs.

In order to get rid of its abnormal state status, several major policies of this government have been disrupted by the guys in the parliament. They are the real sinners of this country.

Steve, how do you think I should fight back against these bastards..."

White House Chief of Staff Steve was the president’s butler, and of course he was sitting next to President Benjamin. He frowned, considered it carefully, and said;

“With all due respect, Mr. President;

Congress is their turf, and they can take advantage of the convenience of their home court to constantly raise objections, and whether we choose to delay and shirk the blame or confront them head-on, it will be very disadvantageous.

The independent prosecutors have their own people, but there are too many loopholes in the New York Water Department project corruption case and it simply cannot withstand scrutiny.

If both parties join forces, this will make us very passive and will also greatly affect the reputation of the party group.

What I mean is to find another battlefield, such as starting from their identities..."

White House Chief of Staff Steve said with a "you know" look in his eyes that instantly made President Benjamin Disraeli feel suddenly enlightened and impatient;

"Yes, that's it. This is a political incident controlled by the Tang Empire behind the scenes, with pro-Eastern political forces frantically attacking and smearing me. It is a complete conspiracy.

These congressmen and independent prosecutors all wear a pair of pants, and their purpose is to discredit the white president in order to achieve their sinister political goals.

We must find another way to let the general public know the truth and use the power of public opinion to force them to stop.

Great, Steve... let's do it."

When President Benjamin Disraeli said this, he shook his fist excitedly, feeling that it would be too bad if he could escape the accusation and not become the first president to be impeached for corruption.

Steve shrugged and continued;

"We cannot be happy too early, dear Mr. President, now we must warn Morey if he gets into trouble again, at least wipe his ass clean.

He has caused us too much trouble and cannot continue.

The New York Tax Department corruption case has attracted widespread public attention because it is so bizarre.

It actually costs more than 2.3 million U.S. dollars to renovate and renovate a 4-story office building. This amount of money is enough to build 20 more buildings. How could it not trigger a fierce social response?

A crystal chandelier costs US$62,000, a chair costs US$550, and Mr. Moret's desk costs US$13,200. This is equivalent to the annual salary income of 300 American workers. It is outrageous.

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No matter how the internal bills of the New York Water Department are exposed, the top priority is to shut up Mr. Moret and prevent this bomb from exploding in our hands."

"Uh... is it that serious?" President Benjamin Disraeli looked hesitant.

In the New York Water Department corruption case, Mr. President also played a very disgraceful role as a bribe taker, which is why he was involved in the increasingly serious corruption case, and even reached the stage of investigation by a federal independent prosecutor.

The president of the United States of America is in trouble. Most of the financial lifeline and economy are controlled by Chinese capital, and there is not much to gain.

The New York Water Department is a big fat sheep, and it is one of the few places in the federation that is rich in oil and water.

As long as there is an opportunity, various forces in the government will intervene one after another, and the president is naturally no exception, sharing a large part of the benefits.

Otherwise, how could the government budget allocation of up to 2.3 million US dollars be so smooth?

Water Director Moret is just a scapegoat who was pushed out. In fact, what he can get is not much, but more of the political profit behind it.

After thinking solemnly for a while, President Benjamin Disraeli finally made up his mind, looked at Steve with a gloomy look and said: "This is really a difficult decision. In order to put an end to this matter, we can only

Moret will be sacrificed. You can arrange this matter, and it must appear natural."

"No problem, Mr. President, Mr. Moret chose to jump from a tall building under huge social pressure, and demonstrated his innocence with his life. This is a malicious smear campaign by some political forces, and we cannot allow this tragedy to continue.

Already."

"Well said Steve, I will wait for your good news and then launch a counterattack."

"Happy to serve you, dear Mr. President." Steve replied immediately.

As long as Moret's important clue is cut off, it will be difficult for the federal independent prosecutor to get involved with senior White House officials. This will not only protect the president, but also protect others.

It is impossible to completely eliminate corruption, which will touch huge vested interest groups, but it is easy to eliminate a person physically.

Abandoning soldiers to protect commanders is a last resort. Being in this dark chain of interests, Mr. Moret should have such consciousness. This is God's arrangement.

Each White House presidential term is only four years, which inevitably leads to the elected president's short-term behavior and lack of long-term strategic planning.

It was very obvious during the term of President Benjamin Disraeli that his first priority was not to improve relations with powerful neighbors, but to gain short-term political gains by manipulating ethnic issues.

This kind of behavior will inevitably suffer serious backlash, and the consequences will gradually appear...

In cities across the country, some radical organizations have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, spreading hateful speeches and deepening the estrangement between ethnic groups.

Many Chinese living in North America have found that there are more and more unfriendly white people around them. They often gather in groups and whisper, and there is an unspeakable violent mood surging in the society.

This is not a good phenomenon and has aroused great vigilance among the Chinese community.

Soon, some social rumors came through the Chinese community and attracted the attention of the North American Garrison Headquarters.

We also questioned the U.S. government on this issue, hoping that the U.S. could well control public opinion and avoid intensifying unhealthy speech and emotions in society, causing the situation to get out of control.

Obviously, the government, which is eager to get rid of corruption charges, did not pay attention to this correct opinion and was somewhat complacent.

Public opinion has focused on ethnic conflicts, and attention to corruption issues has naturally declined, which is a good thing for them.

(End of chapter)