America 1881: Legend of the West

Familiar warehouse, familiar gas lamp, familiar table.

However, the bearded man did not recognize any of the workers in the audience.

These Chinese workers looked at Cronin who came in from the side door, some with indifferent expressions, and some with doubts in their eyes.

However, their eyes were obviously not very friendly.

The bearded man stopped moving forward.

Because he suddenly saw several workers on the second floor carrying several rifles on their shoulders.

One of the Chinese workers subconsciously touched the gun.

He didn't wait for any further action from the other people carrying guns.

The bearded Cronin turned around and ran away.

The Chinese worker holding the door was about to close the door.

The bearded man took a few steps forward, pushed the Chinese worker away with his shoulders, and knocked him out of the door.

He stumbled into the misty night, not caring about his horse.

After a while, Bede and a group of people appeared at the door of the warehouse.

When he opened the door, he saw the same scene as the bearded man.

Bede was confused and was about to ask why Holly and these Chinese workers were here.

However, Holly had already arrived in front of them and spoke first:

"Why are you here?" The blond young man asked with his hands in his pockets, a hint of reproach in his tone.

"Well, when we were leaving the city, we bumped into some policemen patrolling the night. They stopped us and asked why we were wandering around in the middle of the night." Bede shook his head.

"What do you mean? Didn't we expose our meeting place?" Holly frowned.

"Well, of course not. We are all experienced in dealing with this kind of thing." Bede led the "seniors" into the warehouse, "It just took a long time."

He glanced around the stage and found no sign of Cronin.

But apart from him, the other core personnel were all present.

Vice President Holly and other officials are all there.

"Isn't the president here yet?" Bede asked.

"I came here, but left again soon." Holly glanced at the side door.

"Oh, he said he had something very important to announce." Bede sighed.

"He told me that if he's not here, I'll make the announcement." Holly walked to the stage.

He looked at the Chinese workers in the audience and the elderly members of the Knights of Labor:

"Starting today, the California Knights of Labor officially accepts Chinese workers as members to jointly carry out the next strike action!"

The bearded man ran aimlessly in the fog.

He is still very clear about his attitude toward Chinese workers and what he has done over the years.

If we talk about the person that Chinese workers in California hate the most, Dennis Carney, leader of the California Labor Party, is one and he is another.

He was afraid that the Chinese workers with guns would chase him and shoot him in the head.

After all, in the suburbs of San Francisco at night, it was normal for a few shots to be fired and a few people to die.

Cronin ran for a while before stopping.

It was so dark that he couldn't see where he was, and he didn't know where he was.

Cronin did not choose to go back to his apartment.

It got dark and foggy, and after running around for a while, he couldn't find his way.

Secondly, he really doesn't dare to go back now.

Holly must have been prepared when he did this.

He recalled that he asked him to keep an eye on O'Neal, but O'Neal died in Stone Spring.

Who would believe that he was beaten to death by Chinese workers?

Cronin groped for a long time in the dark, and finally his fingers touched something cold and hard.

Like a slate.

He then sat down against the stone slab.

Drowsiness sets in.

Cronin slowly closed his eyes.

He fell asleep.

"Hey, hey, where did this homeless man come from? Get out of here! Is this where you sleep?"

Early the next morning, the bearded Cronin was woken up by a burst of cursing.

It was already daybreak, and the morning fog was still there, but it was gradually dissipating as the sun rose.

An old man in ragged clothes, holding a shovel in his hand, was staring at him with his only eye.

His other eye was blind and the wound was horrific.

Seeing Cronin staring at him, the old man cursed angrily: "What are you looking at? I was blinded by the bombing at Gettysburg twenty years ago. If it weren't for you bunch of damn Yankees, I would still be here. Enjoy your retirement there.”

"Instead of looking at the cemetery here." He lowered his head and dug up a handful of soil with a shovel.

When Cronin heard this, he quickly looked back.

This is indeed a stone slab, but it is also a tombstone.

He got up from the ground and looked around.

There are a bunch of similar tombstones erected around.

Last night, I was so panicked that I ran into a cemetery in the suburbs and slept in front of other people's graves all night.

Cronin secretly said something bad, patted the dirt on his butt, and walked out of the cemetery.

He decided to go to his rented place first to check out the situation.

Cronin walked down the street, got on a streetcar, got off and walked two blocks to his apartment.

He hid on a street corner and carefully observed his surroundings.

It was early in the morning and there were not many people on the street.

However, when Cronin took a closer look, he suddenly felt suffocated.

When did so many yellow-skinned Chinese suddenly appear around my apartment? !

Directly below his apartment building, two Chinese men were smoking and communicating. In the clothing store opposite the apartment building, a Chinese man was carrying a bucket and scrubbing the glass. However, in his impression, the clothing store opposite had never had such a thing. Chinese employees!

Damn it, where did these people come from?

They don't look like Chinese workers, but they are probably Chinese gangsters from Chinatown.

Cronin poked his head around the streets.

However, his beard is too conspicuous.

One of the two Chinese people downstairs seemed to have discovered him.

One of them put his hand into his clothes; the other also threw down his cigarette and walked towards the corner of the street where Cronin was hiding.

When Cronin saw this, he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Running wildly again.

Passers-by looked at him strangely.

All they saw was a bearded man running along the street as if he was desperate for his life.

I ran in panic and lost my mind.

But no one seemed to be chasing him.

After Cronin ran for a while, he found that the two Chinese were not chasing him, so he slowly stopped and hid on the corner of the street, breathing heavily.

There is definitely no way back to the headquarters of the Labor Corps now.

If these Chinese people can keep an eye on them where they live, they will definitely not let them go.

Damn Moody (Holley), he did whatever it took to seize power and colluded with the Chinese workers!

Cronin thought about it and made a decision that he would never have made before.

He decided to go find his mortal enemy, Danny Dennis, the leader of the California Labor Party.

As the two largest union organizations in California.

The relationship between the Knights of Labor and the California Workers Party has undergone a subtle process of change.

The Workers' Party is a local organization, while the Knights of Labor is an outside branch.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake.

In the early days, the two sides did not interfere with each other. They guarded their own territory and abided by the rules. On the matter of strikes, they united and negotiated where they should.

The watershed moment was Hawley's emergence.

First he joined the Knights in the territory of the Workers' Party.

Subsequently, this blond young man led the undercover agents of the Border Detective Agency to wipe out all trade union organizations except the Workers' Party, and incorporated them all into the Knights of Labor.

In this way, both sides completely turned against each other.

If Hawley hadn't been ordered to go to Wyoming, Dennis's Workers' Party would have been co-opted by Hawley or driven out of California.

During this period, Cronin was like a king who was about to rule the world, and his attitude towards Dennis was very arrogant.

He rejected all of Dennis' requests for a joint strike and told him mercilessly:

In California, all trade union matters must be obeyed by the Knights of Labor and Cronin. Otherwise, it will be difficult to move forward.

But now, this arrogant "leader" is standing dejectedly at the gate of the Labor Party headquarters.