America 1881: Legend of the West

The information given to Hudson took the chemist some time to digest.

Plus stabilizers and a few other miscellaneous tests and treatments.

Chen Jianqiu estimates that it will take some time for smokeless gunpowder to be available.

He now needs to settle the master of counterfeiting who came with him.

Emmanuel Nigo is a person who wakes up Sean who is standing aside every time he calls his name.

He followed Chen Jianqiu along the way and saw many things that he had never seen before.

Wilderness, adobe houses, cacti, Indians...

On the southern border of the United States, he felt the artistic shock from another world.

When he arrived in Roswell, Chen Jianqiu spent a day preparing a studio for him.

Nigo locked himself in the studio for almost a week.

Chen Jianqiu didn't care about him and just asked people to bring him water and food.

In his words, artists still have to express their feelings about art.

In fact, he didn't say a word.

People without talent will never admit that they have no talent. What's more, this person just has the wrong talent.

Just let him try.

Sometimes, it's not that he doesn't understand the differences in the world, but that he doesn't want to admit it.

Sure enough, on the seventh day, when Chen Jianqiu walked into Nige's studio, the painter was sitting in front of the canvas, looking at his half-finished painting with empty eyes.

His little inspiration had dried up.

"Not bad, quite impressive." Chen Jianqiu walked to Nige's side, holding his chin and looking at the painting.

Nigo sighed, turned the canvas over, and lowered his head dejectedly.

"How about we change our mood?" Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder.

"Tell me, what are you trying to imitate this time?" Nigo looked resigned.

"I need to forge some birth certificate documents. You just need to draw a template and imitate the seal on it."

Chen Jianqiu handed Nige a sample and took him to a house.

There were several Chinese workers standing in the house, probably in their thirties or forties.

Behind them, there was a pile of things covered with cloth.

"These are all the masters I selected, and they are all clever and skillful." Chen Jianqiu introduced the Chinese masters to Ni Ge.

These masters had different occupations before, but they were all craftsmen. Some of them were specialized in imitation crafts in GZ; some were engaged in calligraphy and painting from the previous dynasty and were good at distressing.

Some of them were brought to the United States by their fellow villagers, and some were simply deceived.

"How many servings do you want to make?" Nige glanced at Chen Jianqiu.

"Not much, let's get a thousand copies first." Chen Jianqiu said carelessly.

"All hand-painted? You're exhausted and we'll forget it." The painter has automatically assumed the role of the leader of the counterfeit.

"No, no, no, I got you something good."

Chen Jianqiu walked behind the Chinese workers and lifted up the cloth.

Several steam-driven printing presses appeared in front of Nigo.

When setting off from Albuquerque, Chen Jianqiu had already asked Danny and his son to buy some printing presses that had been eliminated by the newspaper.

These printing machines are not advanced, but they are perfect for forging birth certificates and other information.

After all, age and craftsmanship still have to match.

"Okay, let me try. Oh, no, you have to provide me with a translator!" Nigo glanced at the masters.

"Don't worry, I will send someone here. These masters are all learning English. You should have no problem with basic communication." Chen Jianqiu grinned at Nige,

"And our school here also offers Chinese language learning. If you are interested, I can sign up for you at Holmes's."

A Chinese master smiled brightly at Nigo: "Hello!"

Nigo took a deep breath, walked into the studio in the back room, and began to study the sample.

……

The courts in San Francisco have been experiencing some problems recently.

The city hall left some unsolvable matters to them.

They were prosecuted.

"Huang Fuquan?"

The prosecutor lowered his head and read the name on the document, and glanced at the Chinese worker standing in front of him through the top of his glasses.

This Chinese worker looks very young and honest.

"18 years old?" the prosecutor continued to ask.

Hua Gong nodded.

"You said you wanted to have a legal immigration status?" the prosecutor said slowly, staring at the Chinese worker.

"Yes, Mr. Judge."

Hua Gong replied in simple English.

"As we all know, according to the bill we passed not long ago, the federal government prohibits courts at any level from providing immigration status to Chinese people." The prosecutor adjusted his glasses.

"But he was born in the United States." The lawyer standing nearby answered the question for the Chinese worker.

The lawyer named Roite was hired by Chen Jianqiu at a high price.

He was well known in San Francisco's legal circles as a man who put money before his life and loved the limelight.

Standing behind him was lawyer Dylan who had hidden his identity.

Reuter handed over his birth certificate and other information to prosecutors.

The prosecutor looked at the information and frowned.

He looked at these materials without any prejudice, but he could not prove the authenticity of these materials because the copy filed in the archives had been burned in a fire not long ago.

"Who is his father?" the prosecutor put down the information and asked.

Roite pointed at an old Chinese man who looked about the same age as Zhang Danian, and at the same time handed another pile of information to the prosecutor.

"he!"

This old gentleman is a Chinese businessman. He has been in the United States for many years and became a naturalized citizen early. He is also a person with a bold personality and is familiar with Huang Qingyun.

After Huang Qingyun came to visit and explained his intention, he readily agreed.

The prosecutor took another look at the information. It was better not to read it. His glasses almost fell off when he saw it.

He pointed at the old man, and then at the seven or eight Chinese people of various ages behind "Huang Fuquan":

"You don't want to tell me that these people are the sons of this old gentleman."

"Yes, Mr. Judge, they are all my sons." The old gentleman chuckled, "We Chinese people are very particular about having children and grandchildren."

"Old sir, before I ask you, please don't answer for others." The prosecutor looked a little unhappy.

"What my client said is what I want to say." Royte replied following the old man's words.

The prosecutor thought for a moment and then asked: "Do you have anything else to prove? For example, witness evidence or something."

At this time, a man dressed as a doctor was brought up.

"Are you a witness?" The prosecutor stared at the doctor who didn't look like a doctor at all.

"Yes, judge, I know them well and can testify that some of them were even delivered by me. You know, business in Chinatown is not easy, and no one wants to go there..."

This doctor was a talkative person and kept talking for a long time. He was very verbose and annoyed the prosecutor.

"Are there any other witnesses?"

This time, a woman with a waist as thick as a bucket came up. Her testimony was more detailed. She even told where these people lived in Chinatown when they were children and where they moved from.

If Chen Jianqiu were present, he would definitely be smiling on his face and in his heart.

Want a witness? No matter how many witnesses you have, I will get them for you.

The prosecutor wanted to find other ways, his mind was racing.

Check entry and exit certificate? My entry and exit certificate was also burned. How can I fix this?

"Prosecutor, according to California law, only two people are required to provide proof, which means the birth certificate is valid." Reuter reminded the judge "kindly".

The trial went on for a long time, but in the end, the judge cited the Fourteenth Amendment to the Constitution and gave the Chinese workers legal status.

The same thing happened in New Mexico.

However, in Santa Fe, Chen Jianqiu's handling was not so complicated.

The white-skinned person in charge of the archives is a boss who wants money rather than his life.

Chen Jianqiu paid him directly.

On a sunny afternoon, in the name of inventory maintenance, the library was closed and all the materials were replaced.

Soon after, the person in charge wanted to use this secret to gain another blow against Chen Jianqiu.

Then, the man disappeared from Santa Fe forever.

No one saw him again.