America 1881: Legend of the West

March 1885, San Francisco train station.

On the platform of the train station, a group of people in suits and ties stood together.

People who got out of the car couldn't help but take a second look.

And standing at the front of these people was a man with a raised beard and a red face.

Hanif has become much better since taking over as head of the California branch of the Border Detective Agency.

A crisp suit replaced the wrinkled leather jacket before, and the metal badge on the chest shone in the sunlight.

He held the cigar in his left hand and put his right hand on his waist. He turned his head and glanced at the dozens of detectives behind him, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Four years ago, he was still a bounty hunter traveling around the Western Continent with his apprentice, fighting alone.

To say that he is famous is because of the admiration of his peers, and he knows whether he is warm or not.

He risked his life and earned a meager bounty. At the worst time, he was penniless and even on the bounty list.

The most important thing is that my apprentice is not very smart from time to time.

But now, I have everything now, including a house, subordinates, and most importantly, a beautiful wife!

Thinking of this, Hanif couldn't help but touch his carefully trimmed beard again.

"Master! Boss, he's down." Downey on the side poked his master's waist with his fingers.

A man in a cloth robe appeared outside the carriage.

Behind him, there was a woman and a black man.

Hanif smiled happily and led a group of people to greet him.

Before he could speak, Chen Jianqiu had already spoken:

"What about the matter I asked you to investigate?"

The smile on Hanif's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a cautious expression.

"Boss, there are many people here. Come to my residence and say something."

Chen Jianqiu glanced at Hanif and said nothing.

Everyone left the train station.

Two carriages had stopped at the door.

Hanif told Downey to take a few detectives to wait for Chen Jianqiu and their horses here.

He greeted the others behind him: "You should go and do whatever you need to do."

Then, he took Chen Jianqiu and others into the carriage and drove towards his residence in San Francisco.

"An anti-Chinese incident did occur in Arcata not long ago."

In the living room of Hanif's house, the former bounty hunter took out a piece of information and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

And his wife, a demure and generous Californian woman, brought everyone several cups of coffee from the kitchen.

"The Knights of Labor is an American workers' organization founded in Philadelphia in 1869 by Uriah Stephens and seven other tailors' union members."

"It used to be very secretive, but it started to come to the forefront a few years ago."

Chen Jianqiu was sitting on the sofa, drinking black coffee and reading information.

But when he saw a few key figures taking the lead in making trouble, he frowned slightly.

"These people shouldn't be workers or local townspeople, right?"

Chen Jianqiu raised his head and found that Hanif was also looking at him.

"Yes, these people wear the armbands of the Knights of Labor, but they are all notorious criminals."

He came closer and pointed to Chen Jianqiu one by one at the blurry photos in the file:

"This is 'Hyena' Seth Marsh, and this is 'Lame' Tver Baruch."

"I have hunted down at least three to four of them, so I am familiar with them," Hanif said. "Each of these people has more than ten lives on their hands."

"Has the Knights of Labor degenerated to this level now?" Sean standing behind said angrily, "They accept everyone?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Chen Jianqiu glanced at the casualty figures.

0!

He raised his head again and looked at Hanif.

"Yes, this is also a strange place. There are minor injuries, but there are no broken arms or legs." Hanif said.

"That means the Knights didn't want to cause too much trouble and acted in a measured manner." Sean nodded.

Chen Jianqiu remained silent.

He hoped so much that no one would be killed or injured.

But based on his understanding of these people, this possibility is a bit small.

He handed the information back to Hanif and stood up: "Have you had any contact with Huang Qingyun recently?"

Hanif shook his head: "According to your instructions, if he doesn't come to me, I won't take the initiative to find him."

Chen Jianqiu nodded and said to everyone in the room:

"Let's go find Huang Qingyun, he should know more."

"Why don't you leave after eating."

Hanif's wife brought out a pot of boiled beef and a plate of potatoes from the kitchen. She wiped her wet hands with her apron and said.

''No, I'll go over first, you just wait here for me. "

Chen Jianqiu picked up a few potatoes from the plate, gnawed them, and walked out the door.

Downey had already led Black Carrot downstairs to Hanif's house.

The apartment Hanif bought was located in the core of San Francisco. Chen Jianqiu rode a black carrot around for a long time before arriving at the pier.

He walked towards the Chinese Mutual Aid Society.

However, when he walked into the yard of the mutual aid society, he found that the door was ajar and a few unfamiliar dockworkers were chatting inside.

"Where's Uncle Qingyun?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

When the dock workers saw him, they all shook their heads in confusion.

It seemed that they didn't know where Huang Qingyun had gone.

Chen Jianqiu felt something was wrong.

Although after the bill was officially implemented, the flow of Chinese at the pier was greatly reduced, but many people still came to San Francisco by boat.

Huang Qingyun will quickly find these people without citizenship and then secretly send them to Roswell.

Each batch of people sent over will bring his handwritten letter.

Chen Jianqiu got on the horse again and headed towards Chinatown.

Maybe you can find out about Huang Qingyun at the Ningyang Guild Hall.

Ningyang Guild Hall is still the same.

The bill only restricts the entry and exit of Chinese workers into the United States, but does not have much control over businessmen and officials.

The rulers of the east coast of this country still intend to do business with that big country in Asia.

The theater in the guild hall was still brightly lit and filled with fragrance.

The play was performed as usual, but it was changed to "Two Degrees of Plum Blossoms", which sang the story of a talented man and a beautiful woman.

The spectators in the audience were still watching with gusto.

Chen Jianqiu passed through the lobby on the first floor and climbed the stairs directly to the second floor.

The door to Tongshi Huang's office was open, and the smell of tea came from inside.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the door and looked inside the room:

Huang Tongshi is standing in front of the table practicing calligraphy.

Although the writing is crooked and weak, the posture is quite strong. He shakes his head, shakes his head, and moves his hands vertically and horizontally, which seems to swallow up external forces like a tiger.

Chen Jianqiu tapped the door panel twice with his fingers.

Huang Tongshi raised his head and saw Chen Jianqiu, and immediately greeted him with a smile:

"Hey, Boss Chen! Rare visitors, rare visitors!"

"Where is Huang Qingyun?" Chen Jianqiu asked directly.

"Oh, Master Huang, Master Huang has gone to Arcata." Huang Tongshi put down the brush in his hand and gently blew the ink on the paper.

Chen Jianqiu's heart was suddenly tugged.

"Arcata? What is he doing in Arcata? Aren't all the Chinese there driven out of town?"

"Oh, the local militia group gave us a message, saying that the crowd was so excited that they couldn't stop it. If the Chinese wanted to come back, they could do it, and we needed someone from the Chinese side in San Francisco who could talk to them to negotiate. So Qingyun volunteered to go."

Huang Tongshi handed Chen Jianqiu a cup of tea.

However, Chen Jianqiu did not answer.

He stared into Huang Tongshi's eyes: "When did he set off? Did he go alone?"

"We set out three or four days ago with five or six young men. What's wrong?" Huang Tongshi was a little strange.

"Why didn't you stop him?"

"Why are you stopping him? The people in Acta are very restrained. Master Huang and a few young men are armed, so they should be fine. Hey, Boss Chen, please don't look at me like that, okay?"

Huang Tongshi was a little disapproving, but he felt that Chen Jianqiu's eyes on him were like knives.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and left.

"Hey, Boss Chen, where are you going? Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea?" Huang Tongshi's voice came from behind.

Chen Jianqiu rushed downstairs without saying a word, got on his horse and galloped towards Hanif's home.