America 1881: Legend of the West

While the San Francisco police were still busy investigating at the dock and labor leaders were speaking at the rally, Chen Jianqiu appeared again in the Ningyang Hall.

As for what changes the fire on the dock will bring to the labor movement in California, he doesn't care.

He is watching a play.

Cantonese Opera (Cantonese Opera).

Although Huang Tongshi of the Ningyang Guild Hall declined Chen Jianqiu's request in the end, the deal was not done with justice.

From yesterday's meeting, he obtained two pieces of information: first, Chen Jianqiu is very rich; second, although Chen Jianqiu is unwilling to reveal his place of origin, he can tell from his accent that he should not be far from Xinning.

If you can catch up with this boss, that would be great.

The next day happened to be the day when the guild hall would set up a stage for opera performances, so Huang Tongshi asked the boy in the guild hall to invite Chen Jianqiu in the hotel to watch the show.

In the hall on the first floor of the guild hall, the lights are bright, the erxian, yueqin, suona, drums and cymbals are playing in unison, and the air is filled with the fragrance of incense candles.

Chen Jianqiu sat alone at a table, cracking melon seeds, drinking tea, and focused on watching the performance on the stage.

What is being performed on the stage at this time is "Eighteen Road Princes", which is one of the "Eighteen Rivers and Lakes" of Guangfu Opera. It tells the familiar story of Lu Bu, the "lover who recognizes his father."

And now it happened to be a performance of "Hulao Pass". Flags were flying on the stage, and everyone was mingling. It was really lively.

Chen Jianqiu was watching with great interest when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned around and saw Huang Qingyun.

The former TPJ general and current leader of the "Chinese Workers' Mutual Aid Association" looked anxious and solemn.

"Sit." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the bench on the side and pushed the plate with melon seeds in front of Huang Qingyun.

But the gray-haired Huang Qingyun had no intention of eating melon seeds. He sat next to Chen Jianqiu, leaned over, and asked in a low voice: "There was a fire at the dock last night. Does the young master know?"

"I don't know." Chen Jianqiu's eyes were still staring at the stage.

"That fire burned down the dock union office." Huang Qingyun observed Chen Jianqiu's expression.

"it is good!"

At this time, the actor on the stage performed several somersaults one after another, and then performed a trick after landing. Chen Jianqiu clapped his hands and cheered loudly together with the audience.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Huang, what did you just say?" Chen Jianqiu then turned his head and looked at Huang Qingyun beside him.

"Does the fire at the dock have anything to do with you, young master?" Huang Qingyun asked directly.

When he first arrived at the dock in the morning, there were already many white dockworkers surrounding the yard outside the mutual aid association.

It's not that they found any clues, but that once there was a problem on the dock, the first thing they thought of was the problem of Chinese workers.

This is a conditioned reflex.

Not to be outdone, Huang Qingyun led his men to a tense confrontation with the dock workers outside the yard for a while until Pinkerton's badge was found at the scene of the crime.

The white dock workers gradually dispersed.

But Huang Qingyun knew it well.

Although the two of them chatted for less than an afternoon, he already had some preliminary understanding of his young master.

Chen Jianqiu can't rub the sand out of his eyes.

After a disagreement, Huang Mao's head was smashed. He asked for the address of the dock union yesterday!

He was both happy and worried about this.

I am happy that my young master is bloody, but I am worried that his impulsiveness will make the situation difficult to deal with.

So, he rushed back to Chinatown and started looking for traces of Chen Jianqiu everywhere.

When he learned that his young master was leisurely watching a play at the Ningyang Guild Hall, he ran over without stopping.

Chen Jianqiu just stared at Huang Qingyun blankly, making the latter's spine feel hairy.

Just when Huang Qingyun couldn't help it anymore and was about to continue asking questions, he waved his hand and said with a smile: "It must be okay, I don't have that ability."

Only then did Huang Qingyun exhale.

"Young Master, if you can trust me, if anything happens in San Francisco, please tell me."

"Yeah." Chen Jianqiu nodded.

He didn't mean to hide it from Huang Qingyun. He had to rely on this person to recruit people to Roswell.

It's just that he had better not know about setting fire to the union.

Chen Jianqiu grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the melon seed plate in front of Huang Qingyun and put it in his hand: "Watch the show for a while, it's quite good."

Just when the two of them were silent and preparing to watch the show.

"Thum, thump, thump."

There were sudden footsteps on the stairs leading to the second floor.

If you were wearing cloth shoes, the movement would never be so loud. The people coming down were wearing leather shoes.

Chen Jianqiu looked up.

Opposite, on the stairs, Huang Tongshi was leading a young man wearing a shirt and suit vest down from the second floor.

Huang Tongshi glanced at Chen Jianqiu and Huang Qingyun who were watching the show, and a smile appeared on his cheeks:

"Boss Li, this is the boss Chen I told you about. He is also young and promising. Judging from his accent, he should be from around our house."

Chen Jianqiu's eyes stopped on the young man's face.

His figure was similar to his own, with a sallow complexion, thin lips, and regular features but extremely thin.

His hair fell back in a row, and his forehead was shiny, but for some reason, the hair in the front was a little thinner, which made his hairline look higher.

The young man surnamed Chen also looked at his face.

Suddenly, Chen Jianqiu felt a trace of murderous intent.

This trace of murderous intent was very subtle and appeared very briefly. It quickly disappeared, but it was still captured by the keen Chen Jianqiu.

After the young man named Chen paused for a second, his expression instantly changed to surprise, and then to joy.

He quickly walked down the stairs and ran towards Chen Jianqiu.

The people watching the show also noticed this young man and looked at him one after another.

Huang Qingyun and Chen Jianqiu stood up at the same time.

"Senior Brother You is here!" Huang Qingyun excitedly pointed at the young man running towards him.

"Chang Luo! It's really you!" He rushed to Chen Jianqiu and hugged Chen Jianqiu.

Because of the murderous presence just now, Chen Jianqiu was very vigilant, but when the young man got close, he felt no threat from him at all.

This makes him seem a bit dull.

"What's wrong with you? Don't you recognize me anymore?" Li Tori let go of Chen Jianqiu and stared into his eyes, "It's me, Tori!"

Huang Qingyun next to him also said: "Yes, he is your senior brother, Li Shiri!"

Chen Jianqiu reacted, and a smile appeared on his face: "How did you become like this?"

Li Shiri was stunned again, but then pointed to his suit vest.

"Hey, there's nothing you can do about it. When you get to the United States, you have to do as the locals do. I'm really not used to foreign clothes when I first started wearing them."

Huang Qingyun on the side just said that the two senior brothers had not seen each other for a long time, and Li Shiri's clothes changed so much that Chen Jianqiu didn't recognize him at all.

"Junior brother, how are you lately?" Li Shiri and Chen Jianqiu sat down on both sides of the table.

"Thanks to senior brother, everything is fine." Chen Jianqiu replied casually with a smile.

However, with this sentence, the smile on Li Shiye's face suddenly froze, and the hand pouring tea also stopped.

"Hey~, the slaves of the third surname should leave!"

The black-faced Zhang Fei on the stage shouted, and with the red-faced Guan Gong and his eldest brother Liu Bei, they chased after the defeated Lu Bu.

Li Shiri's face returned to normal.

Chen Jianqiu just felt weird, how could the man in front of him keep up like clockwork? Still have schizophrenia.

"Since you two are fellow apprentices reunited after a long absence, we won't bother you any more." Huang Tongshi, who was standing by, pulled Huang Qingyun and prepared to leave.

However, at this time, a boy ran in from outside the door. He leaned into Li Shiri's ear and said something.

Li Shiri stood up, raised his hands to Chen Jianqiu and Huang Qingyun and said:

"Junior brother, I have something urgent at the moment. Let's meet another day."

Chen Jianqiu clapped the melon seed shells in his hands, stood up, and returned the greeting: "Senior brother, please do so."

Li Shiri hurriedly walked out.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate of Ningyang Guild Hall, his expression changed:

"Chen Changluo, let's see how long you can keep pretending."

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