America 1881: Legend of the West

The core members of the Knights of Labor received shocking news the next day:

Cronin, the founder and former leader of the California Knights, was admitted to St. Elizabeth Mental Hospital for "treatment" and his return date has not yet been determined.

All affairs of the Knights are temporarily handled by Vice President Holly.

Regarding this matter, the attitudes of the key members of the Knights were polarized.

Some are Cronin's core fans.

Call them "diehards."

They are staunch anti-Chinese and white supremacist racial elements.

These people firmly believe this is a conspiracy.

Based on their knowledge of the former leader, Cronin would never allow Chinese laborers to join the California Knights of Labor.

Holly is an opportunist who will do whatever it takes to get the upper hand and chooses to collude with those humble Chinese workers!

Others raised their hands to welcome Hawley as the new leader.

In addition to the undercover agents of the Border Detective Agency, these people also include some old members who are dissatisfied with Cronin.

Because Holly proved that he is better than Cronin with his own ability.

They always believed that the problem of Chinese workers was a trap set by the bosses.

The leaders of these labor organizations on the West Coast either have ulterior motives or have low IQs, and they keep leading the workers inside.

The two factions clashed at Hawley's second labor meeting in office.

The two parties stood on both sides of the stage, with an aisle wide for one person separated in the middle.

They were quarreling across the distance, spitting like flying stars, and labeling each other.

The former was ridiculed as the "madhouse faction" for supporting Cronin, who was sent to a mental hospital.

The latter is called "yellow sweetheart pie".

Because the rough men of the "Madhouse School" thought that Holly, with his delicate features and delicate features, did not look like a worker at all, but more like a sweetheart played by rich women.

The client, Holly, stood aside and watched with cold eyes.

In his opinion, compared with his teacher and eldest brother, these people's attack power still needs to be improved.

The quarrel is obviously not fun for the master workers.

Fights can happen even in parliament, let alone in trade unions.

After a mouthful of phlegm from one man's mouth flew across the aisle and onto the opposite face in the "Bedlam" party.

The aisle disappeared in an instant.

The two sides struggled together.

"Snapped!"

A gunshot rang out in the warehouse.

People on both sides shrank their necks subconsciously.

A ray of sunlight shone in through a hole in the roof.

Everyone looked towards the stage.

In Hawley's hand was a revolver with smoke coming from the muzzle.

"Is everyone almost done discussing it?"

He jumped off the stage and walked towards the "Madhouse" faction.

Facing the angry workers, Holly spoke:

"You all entered the trade union community before me, and I respect you all very much."

He had a smile on his face.

The ray of sunshine shrouded his face, making his smile look particularly warm.

However, next, Holly changed the subject.

"However, I want to say something here today."

"Whether you have opinions about me personally or you are dissatisfied with the Chinese workers, our cooperation with the Chinese workers will never end."

"Times have changed. Cronin's attempts to expel all Chinese workers from this country are in vain! During this period, all expulsions against Chinese workers have failed!"

He turned back and glanced at the representatives of Chinese workers standing scattered in the crowd.

These people are all from Roswell.

Chen Jianqiu selected some Chinese workers with good qualifications and good foundation.

He spent more than two years enlightening and edifying their thoughts.

And these people, when Holly returned to California, were uniformly sent to the factory in California.

Basically, each of them will be responsible for one or two factories, and use any method they can use to influence other Chinese workers in the factory.

If there is insufficient penetration due to high resistance to ideological work.

Under Chen Jianqiu's instruction, Niu Sanhui sent Chinese workers directly from Roswell to the factory.

"We have a common enemy, and only through cooperation can we have stronger power!" Holly continued.

His words won unanimous applause from the "yellow-haired sweethearts" behind him.

If you are bullied by the strong, you will bully the weaker.

This in itself is a piece of nonsense logic.

But these words cannot convince the "madhouse faction".

"You are a traitor! Traitor!"

One of them pointed at Holly's nose and cursed.

An old man with a white beard wearing khaki overalls gave Holly a sharp look.

He is Cronin's die-hard loyalist and has been hanging out with Big Beard since a very early age, but he used to have a stubborn personality and was not very popular.

"Boy! Remember, we will settle Cronin's debt with you sooner or later!"

However, Holly glanced up at the second floor.

Suddenly a group of workers with guns appeared there.

Chen Jianqiu taught him:

If the truth doesn't make sense, use money. If there is no money, use a gun.

People on the first floor also saw the workers with guns.

There was some commotion in the Bedlam crowd.

"Don't be afraid, they don't dare to shoot!" The old man with a white beard tried to stabilize everyone.

He turned his head and yelled at Holly who was smiling: "Bastard! Is there a bitch who wants to try firing a shot?!"

His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his face was stiff, and he looked stern and sad.

"We are all worker brothers, and we will not shoot," said Holly. "A Chinese friend of mine told me a proverb from their country, which is called 'If the road is different, there will be no conspiracy.' So..."

He pointed to the door.

"Everyone, please do as you please!"

The old man with the white beard discussed with several other leaders around him, and then left the warehouse with his people cursing.

"President, does their departure mean that the Knights of Labor has completely split? I'm worried that if they arouse the emotions of the workers, the Knights of Labor will fall apart."

Watching the group of people leaving, Bede behind Holly asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, the workers' ideas are very simple and simple. Whoever wins, they support, whoever benefits them, they follow."

In the following weeks, the workers' representatives of the "Bedlam Faction" did not give up.

Under the organization of the old man with white beard, the five core people gathered in a beer hall privately.

"That yellow-haired man is so irritating. He dares to teach us old people a lesson even before his hair is fully grown!"

"Yeah, when he came in, he was just a guy who got fired from the dynamite factory."

"If you're to blame, blame Cronin for being blind!"

"How about we come out and form an organization separately?"

"I don't think so. It's not like you haven't seen how Holly dealt with those small organizations. My suggestion is that we collectively join the California Workers' Party!"

"We people can be considered a small organization?"

There were a lot of beer bottles on the table, but the four of us couldn't come up with a complete idea.

In the end, their eyes rested on the old man with a white beard who had been silent and drinking.

"Uncle, you are the oldest, please give me an idea." A worker representative said.

"Don't you just have a gun? Huh, who doesn't have a gun?" The old man with a white beard said viciously, his eyes red from drinking.

I don't know whether it was because of the surge of blood or the smell of alcohol, but the old man suddenly stood up from the stool.

"Brothers! We have followed Mr. Cronin for so many years and fought for our fellow workers for so many years. How can we just let him, a yellow-haired boy, pick peaches?"

The old man said, "I'm talking about being a teenager", waving his fists and spitting like stars.

"We can't give in! We should fight him! Organize a riot! Want..."

"Yes, I want your mother's balls!"

The old man was only halfway through his words when he was cursed by a young drinker at the next table.

The drinker was cursing and wiping the old man's spit from his face.

The leader, the big brother, was scolded, and the younger brothers naturally refused to agree.

The other four people stood up one after another.

"Who are you talking about? You bastard, if you have the ability, why don't you say something again?" One of them pointed at the nose of the drinker at the next table.

The drinkers were not to be outdone at all, there were many people at their table, and both sides were evenly matched.

"I'm scolding you bunch of boastful losers!" he continued.

The white-bearded old man's speech was disrupted by drunkards.

But don’t emotions just calm down when they calm down?

His face turned red.

The old man has been convinced by his speech.

He seemed to have returned to his youth overnight, the age where he would do anything to anyone he didn't like.

"Oh!"

A wine bottle flew directly onto the head of the young drinker, making him dizzy.

"Come on! Little bastards! Let you see how powerful I am! Let me teach you young people how to behave!"

The old man stood with one foot on the stool and one foot on the table, looking very energetic.

Then, he was hit with three empty beer bottles.