America 1881: Legend of the West

Hearing what Chen Jianqiu said, Huang Qingyun immediately stood up from his chair:

"Young Master, what are your orders? But it doesn't matter. I will go through fire and water, even to death."

"It's not that serious." Chen Jianqiu waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down, "It's not that simple either."

He looked out the window.

The port of San Francisco is extremely busy. New ships are constantly arriving at the port, and immigrants of all colors are getting off the ships.

They dragged large and small bags with their eyes full of expectations for this new world.

"Soon, it will be difficult to see Chinese on these ships anymore," Chen Jianqiu said, "This country will no longer welcome us."

Huang Qingyun was stunned.

"Young Master, there was indeed some impact here in the past two years. Women are not allowed to come. Those white people attacked Chinatown." Huang Qingyun paused, "But we all withstood it."

"But they're legal now! Nationally!"

Chen Jianqiu's voice was not loud, but the impact it brought to Huang Qingyun was no less than a thunder.

Although California itself had introduced some laws that were unfavorable to the Chinese before, there had never been any voice from the federal level. He and the senior officials of those associations were all hoping for a chance.

This will set off a new storm.

"There will be more and more attacks, and the methods will become more and more cruel." Chen Jianqiu said.

"I will protect these compatriots." Huang Qingyun gritted his teeth, "Chinatown is safe."

"What about the people outside Chinatown?" Chen Jianqiu stared at Huang Qingyun, "Chinatown simply cannot accommodate so many Chinese."

"I traveled across half of the United States this year and saw a lot of things." Chen Jianqiu's voice became deeper, as if he was recalling something.

"Do you know how they treat the Indians?" He looked at Huang Qingyun.

Huang Qingyun shook his head.

"They would drive all the Indians into a small, barren area and kill anyone who crossed this line."

"In this area, the Indians cannot obtain enough resources to survive. There are no jobs, no development, and they do not pose any threat to the white people."

"Their numbers are strictly controlled and can only become smaller and smaller in this small reservation until they disappear."

"They will do the same to the Chinese. Sooner or later, the California government will drive the Chinese out of the city and move Chinatown to the outskirts of the city, where it will be a Chinese reservation."

Huang Qingyun let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

He knew that his young master was right.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, walked to the table, picked up the roster on the table, and said while flipping through it, "But the names on this roster, I hope there are more than that."

"Young Master, tell me, I will do whatever you say." Huang Qingyun looked at Chen Jianqiu with a firm gaze.

"Well, first of all..." Chen Jianqiu was about to continue talking when suddenly there was a noise and the collision of tables outside.

Chen Jianqiu's expression changed, he opened the door and rushed out.

Huang Qingyun followed closely behind.

In the main room outside, several people rushed in carrying a young man with blood on his face.

They looked anxious and knocked the table to pieces.

These people carried the young man to a table in the middle, and other Chinese workers gathered around him.

"Where's the doctor? Where's the doctor!"

"Spread out! Spread out! Medicine! Medicine!"

……

Chen Jianqiu separated from the crowd and squeezed in.

"Why are you squeezing? Why are you joining in the fun? Can you... um, Uncle Huang?"

When Hua Gong was pulled away, he saw an unknown cowboy squeezed in. He was about to get angry, but when he saw Huang Qingyun behind him, he immediately stepped aside consciously.

The young man who was carried to the table had his head broken, and blood was flowing down his forehead.

His arms hung limply and he was breathing heavily.

Chen Jianqiu took out the emergency bandages and trauma medicine prepared for him by Teresa from his arms, and began to stop the bleeding and bandage the young man.

His technique was skillful, and the young man's bleeding quickly stopped.

"Put a splint on his arm." Chen Jianqiu straightened up and faced the stunned doctor who had just arrived next to him.

"He Sanshui, what's going on?" Huang Qingyun asked another young man dressed as a dock worker next to him.

He Sanshui untied the white sweat towel wrapped around his waist, wiped his face, and said angrily: "That white-skinned bastard from the dock union came and drove us away, calling us 'scabs,' so Xiao Liuzi and They took action."

"Aren't you in the union?" Chen Jianqiu looked at them.

He Sanshui glanced at Chen Jianqiu and then at Huang Qingyun.

"This is Boss Chen, one of my own. From now on, seeing him will be like seeing me." Huang Qingyun looked around at everyone.

He Sanshui then said: "Those white-skinned gangs don't bring our stuff at all. They think we are the boss's accomplices. If anything happens, they will blame us."

"Can't you beat them?" Huang Qingyun looked at He Sanshui up and down, a little bit annoyed that iron could not become steel.

"He, they have guns." He Sanshui lowered his head.

"What's wrong with the guns? When your father followed me to fight against the foreign gun team, didn't the other side have guns? A few years ago, when the gang rushed here and we fought back, didn't they have guns in their hands?" Huang Qingyun's forehead veins popped out and he roared.

He Sanshui and several young people around him lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.

Chen Jianqiu patted Huang Qingyun on the shoulder, signaling him not to get angry in a hurry.

"Where are they now?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

Just as He Sanshui was about to answer, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Everyone looked out the door and saw a yellow-haired man wearing a light blue shirt, leading a few white sailors, swaggering into the yard.

Huang Mao, as if he was here to collect a debt, kicked over a jar in front of him in the yard with a fierce kick. The pickles inside poured out, the brine spilled all over the floor, and the bowl that was covered on the stall as a seal rolled out. Far away.

"It's that bastard again." He Sanshui gritted his teeth and turned around, preparing to rush out and fight him.

Chen Jianqiu held him down.

He walked out of the door, followed by Huang Qingyun and others.

Huang Mao was a little surprised when he saw an unknown person come out first, but he soon looked indifferent.

He pointed at Huang Qingyun next to Chen Jianqiu and said in a sinister tone:

"Huang, listen up, you and your bastards are about to get out!"

He stepped on the jar on the ground and squinted at the Chinese workers in front of him: "You'd better pack your things as soon as possible, move out of here, and go back to your Chinatown! Soon, this will be the place where the dock union will be. "

"Damon, you haven't missed me for a day or two, and you haven't known me for a day or two. Do you think I will let you out?" Huang Qingyun stared into Huang Mao's eyes.

"It doesn't matter. If you don't move, we will let you move, and the San Francisco police will also let you move." Huang Mao said with a mocking look on his face, "It's different now, old guy."

"What did you say!"

"Shut up!"

……

He Sanshui and the Chinese workers couldn't bear it anymore and began to scold Huang Mao.

However, Huang Mao acted like a shameless scoundrel.

He didn't care at all about the insults from these people, just like he didn't care at all about the crowd on the other side.

Based on his understanding of these Chinese workers and their courage, he would never dare to take the lead.

However, soon, his indifferent rogue smile stopped abruptly.

"Snapped!"

A bowl spun and flew into his face, hitting his forehead and breaking into several pieces instantly.

Huang Mao was hit so dizzy that he covered his forehead, and blood flowed from his fingers.

Just as he was about to fall, the two sailors next to him quickly came up and helped him up.

"Who? Who did this?" Huang Mao's eyes widened, looking for the murderer in the crowd opposite.

"I!"

A calm voice came from Huang Qingyun's side.

Chen Jianqiu raised his feet and wiped the brine on them without even looking at Huang Mao.

"You, you, you..." Huang Mao didn't expect that someone on the opposite side would dare to make the first move. He pointed at Chen Jianqiu and was speechless for a moment.

A sailor touched his waist.

He Sanshui and several workers took a few steps forward and stood in front of Chen Jianqiu.

The sailor glanced at the many Chinese workers around him and returned his hands to his body.

"Okay, if you have the guts, just wait for me." Yellow-haired Damon grunted, covered his head, and escaped from the yard with a few sailors.

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