America 1881: Legend of the West

Wang Qingfu rolled up the things on the stall, threw them into a small cart, and then prepared to return the table to the waiter in the restaurant behind him.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at it and said, "Just pick up the important ones, and don't leave the others."

Wang Qingfu was stunned for a moment, then picked up the pen that fell on the ground, thought about it again, found some paper, wrapped the inkstone, and put it into a bag.

The two of them stepped over the rogue who was still rolling on the ground and walked out of Chinatown.

"Boss Chen, do you also know about the American China News in the West?"

Wang Qingfu asked while following Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu didn't know this person at first, but he heard it mentioned by several Chinese businessmen from the east in Roswell.

There is a man named Wang Qingfu who has been giving speeches all over the country since a few years ago, promoting the idea of ​​equal rights for Chinese people and speaking out for the rights of Chinese people in the United States!

However, from the attitudes of those businessmen, Chen Jianqiu could clearly feel that they were not interested in anything that concerned him.

"Businessmen should make the money they deserve. Why are they meddling in foreigners' affairs when they have nothing to do?"

A businessman said this to Chen Jianqiu.

As for the uneducated Chinese workers, who were just listening to the speeches to join in the fun, most of them looked at a loss.

You can imagine how desperate Wang Qingfu was when he saw the reaction of the people in the audience.

"Aren't you running a newspaper? Why did you end up running a street stall in Chinatown?" Chen Jianqiu asked, somewhat puzzled.

"It's hard to describe in words!" Wang Qingfu sighed.

"Then find a place to sit down and talk slowly." Chen Jianqiu pointed to a cafe in front and said.

Two people entered the cafe.

They found a window seat and sat down.

The waiter was a little unhappy at first when he saw two Chinese people coming in and taking the best seats.

But after taking a look at the beaver fur hat in Chen Jianqiu's hand and the tip slapped on the table, he ran over in a hurry.

"I'm being sued." Wang Qingfu took the coffee from the waiter's hand and said "thank you" politely.

"What crime?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Defamation. Several New Yorkers felt that I smeared their image in the newspaper." Wang Qingfu frowned. "In addition, the newspaper had no funds, so it closed down."

Chen Jianqiu thought of several New York newspapers he had read in the past two days.

The New York World, including Pulitzer, has large pages filled with gossip and pornographic articles.

He discussed this issue with Pulitzer.

This newspaper is as good as toilet paper.

However, Pulitzer's answer to him was eye-opening:

"That's right, newspapers are what people read when they go to the toilet. What is it if it's not toilet paper? Besides, if you don't write pornographic articles, how can you get sales?"

Therefore, the newspaper run by Wang Fuqing has basically no possibility of survival without financial support.

"I heard someone say, didn't you work in the customs department of the Qing court before? Didn't you save some money?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"To be honest, I am an imperial prisoner who escaped to the United States."

"I organized an anti-Qing organization and purchased a batch of firearms from abroad through overseas relations."

"But this batch of weapons was discovered by the customs when they were shipped back to China. I had to flee to the United States. All my property was lost. Even the money to run a newspaper was scrapped together."

Wang Fuqing is very candid and tells everything he knows.

"Why are you telling me this?" Chen Jianqiu asked him with a smile, "What if I am the eagle dog of the Qing court?"

"Firstly, it's because I'm an American citizen now, and those people from the Qing Dynasty don't dare to do anything to me; secondly, I noticed that you don't have braids on the back of your head."

Wang Qingfu looked at Chen Jianqiu with very sincere eyes.

"I heard some news about you. You built a factory on the western border, and Chinese people were employed and worked for you there. Presumably, the braids in your heart have also been cut off."

"Not worth mentioning." Chen Jianqiu smiled.

It seems that the low-key behavior was not in vain. Colleagues in the eastern media circles did not know that there was a Chinese town with thousands of people there.

"I really hope there are more people like you." Wang Qingfu sighed.

"After the bill came out, I have been thinking about this issue and why this bill was passed in Congress." Wang Fuqing took a sip of coffee and said to Chen Jianqiu.

"Then what do you think is the reason?" Chen Jianqiu looked at Wang Qingfu playfully.

"I think the Chinese people in the United States are accustomed to self-isolation and do not participate in or discuss politics."

Wang Qingfu leaned forward slightly and expressed his thoughts to Chen Jianqiu.

"If you don't vote, or don't want to vote, they're going to treat you like a creep. When you show up at the ballot box, you're treated as a human being, you're called a brother, you're given cigarettes, whiskey and beer. .”

"I know that the total number of Chinese in the United States is not large, but if we start this kind of effort earlier, maybe we won't be so passive now."

He looked at Chen Jianqiu with hot eyes.

"Qingfu, have you ever thought about what caused this situation to happen? Who made our compatriots become so closed-minded and ignorant?"

Chen Jianqiu looked out the window.

"The people are not enlightened, Qingfu."

Wang Qingfu was silent.

The two began to drink their own coffee without speaking.

The warm winter sun shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There were more and more people in the cafe, and the two of them were surrounded by English speakers with various accents.

"Go and regroup the people who worked at the newspaper office where you were." Chen Jianqiu put down the coffee cup in his hand and suddenly said, "Don't worry about money, just do what you should do."

Wang Qingfu was in a daze, and when he heard Chen Jianqiu's words, he felt like hearing the voice of a fairy.

Chen Jianqiu's eyes fell on him again.

The autonomy system of the United States determines that no ethnic group will be free of charge to fight for the rights and interests of other ethnic groups like angels.

If an ethnic group does not participate, does not fight, and does not fight for its own interests, its interests will inevitably be harmed in the distribution of interests!

"Continue to speak out! Try to awaken more people." Chen Jianqiu said,

"In addition, I want you to find more woke people. My school in Roswell needs you to help me find better Chinese teachers."

Wang Qingfu nodded repeatedly: "Then what is the name of the new newspaper?"

"You decide the name yourself."

"How about calling it Huayang Xinbao?"

Chen Jianqiu nodded slightly and said that there was no big problem with the name of the newspaper.

"In addition, I need you to do one more thing." Chen Jianqiu said.

"But it doesn't matter."

Chen Jianqiu handed him a card.

"No. 34 Bell Street?" Wang Qingfu looked at the address on the card, a little confused.

“I need you to unite with intelligent people in the United States to form an Association of Chinese American Voters.”

"I will rent a house for you as an office next door to this address, which is No. 32. Next to it is the Border Detective Agency, so you don't have to worry about safety."

Wang Qingfu's heart was racing.

After ten years of drinking ice, the hot blood is hard to cool down.

Fighting for the rights and interests of Chinese people in the United States has been his lifelong wish. How could he give up halfway because of a few setbacks?

"Mr. Chen! You can stay in New York and take charge of the overall situation!" He looked at Chen Jianqiu eagerly.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head: "I have many other things to deal with in the west."

If someone takes care of face, someone must take care of face;

Some people want to cry out, while others want to carry the burden in secret;

When someone stands on the podium, someone must be ready to hold a gun.

"But don't worry, I will come over from time to time. If anything happens, go directly to the Border Detective Agency and find a person named Holiday." Chen Jianqiu gathered his clothes and stood up.

Seeing that Chen Jianqiu insisted on leaving, Wang Qingfu immediately took out the paper and the pen from his arms and handed them to Chen Jianqiu.

"Mr. Chen, please leave something for the Voters League first."

Chen Jianqiu wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he returned to his seat.

He picked up the pen and wrote three powerful lines on the paper:

Don't be meek, be brave!

Don't be silent, explode!

Don't be the Silence of the Lambs!