Don't think that this guy Li Mengyang is just chatting and farting there, in fact, he has been summing up his previous experience.

Although it has not yet been put into practice, Li Mengyang knows very well that his first revolutionary attempt failed, yes, it failed, and he does not deny this.

Because of exclusion and discrimination, they want to make a revolution, but their discriminated compatriots do not support and respond because they are too numb, and in the end they are even betrayed by a 'compatriot', isn't this a failure?

Although there are many, many objective factors in this, Li Mengyang is not just relying on others, he is summing up experience.

Now it seems that the enemy must be redefined, he has only noticed the external enemy before, that is, the group of people who are not of my race, but now it seems that he must also be careful about his own compatriots.

In addition, it has been proved that the petty bourgeoisie is indeed unreliable, and that it is the proletariat, that is, the poor, who is the most determined in the revolution, and that the poorer it is, the more determined it is, just as Marx said, the proletariat has nothing to lose.

So if you look at it from another angle, although Li Mengyang has lost some of the capital he saved before, now, he is in the middle of a large group of proletariat!

Yes, the Chinese workers and the Irishmen, they are all poor, the poorest and poorest, so poor that they have sold themselves, are they not the proletariat?

In other words, although he failed before, now that Li Mengyang has found a better soil for revolution, what he has to do now is to sow the seeds of revolution...... Well, this guy deserves to be a monk who studies party history.

This is also why, Li Mengyang chatted with these Chinese workers and Irishmen, and he also needed to mingle with these people, so that he could realize his ideals, as for how to sow the seeds of revolution, this matter still has to be explored......

"Hey, Jack! We've got a lot of good stuff for you this time! ”

"Good goods? What are you going to do but put some yellow-skinny guys in front of me? ”

"NONO, THIS TIME IT'S DIFFERENT, IT'S REALLY DIFFERENT, I HAVE SOMETHING TO SURPRISE YOU!"

"Really?"

The Caravan of Cornesto had been walking for more than a month, and finally stopped, and there were quite a few people coming down from the long convoy, some traffickers and piglets.

Li Mengyang remembers that the convoy passed through a place in Santa Fe, also known as Santa Fe, and then went north into the mountains before arriving at its destination.

Santa Fe this place, Li Mengyang has heard of it somewhat, it seems to be a place with a particularly good air, and after he has seen it now, he just feels like a western movie "The Wild Racers", because the whole city, oh, in Li Mengyang's eyes, this place is at most a town, or a small town, it is full of Spanish style, by the way, this state should be New Mexico, right?

“…… Spanish style, New Mexico, western America, I don't know how many years later, Clint Eastwood will still hang an iron plate on his chest to duel with others? ......" Li Mengyang has a tourist's mentality at this time, because this qiē is definitely too new for him, a traverser, even if he knows that the future will probably not be easy.

This is a mining area, although Li Mengyang is a research monk, he has never engaged in hard work at all, but he can also see that this is a mine, there are a few holes not far away, and people are constantly transporting ore from it......

"Hey! Call you, boy! ”

"......" Li Mengyang, who was thinking wildly, was suddenly pushed by someone, and when he looked back, he saw that it was the guy who had pointed a gun at him in Peng's car before.

Li Mengyang didn't say much, he knew that there was no reason to talk to these traffickers at this time, but what did these guys want to do by themselves?

"Hey man, your bid is too low, so we won't be able to keep our capital at all, you don't know how long it will take us to come from the West Coast, right? There were a lot of Indians in the middle, and we paid the price of two people......"

"All these things you said have nothing to do with me, OK? I don't know what you do yet? One by one, those laborers are allowed to let you give hungry skin and bones, and the capital of fart! Also, those two people are dead, what the hell is it to me? They don't have their own lives to make money, do you have the ability to go to the Indians? ……”

There is a wooden house in front, most of the houses in this year are wood, only the house on Santa Fe's side is different, like an earthen kiln, that is the tall Spanish style, but before entering it, Li Mengyang can hear the voice inside, obviously it is bargaining.

"Hey! The person you want is here. "Send the person, that guy left, and glared at Li Mengyang before leaving.

The son stares at Lao Tzu!

Well, at this time, the Spiritual Victory Method still has its necessity.

"Hey! Shanghaier, tell me your name. The person in the house, that is, the head of the trafficker, spoke first, and it turned out to be Li Mengyang.

"Huh? ME？ Li Mengyang was a little puzzled, he didn't ask his name all the way, how did he get here, and the traffickers remembered this?

“YES！ It's you! Tell me where you came from, so that we can understand, OK? ”

“OK。” Li Mengyang didn't know what kind of medicine the trafficker was selling, but it didn't seem to be a big deal to talk about his origins, and what if his tragic experience moved these guys, so he began to speak, in English.

“I－COME－FROM－CHINA，MY－NAME……”

Let them understand, then naturally they have to use English, and after living in the United States for such a long time, Li Mengyang's spoken language has greatly improved, but the more he speaks, the happier the trafficker becomes.

"Enough!" The guy who was called Jack didn't want to listen to it anymore, he must be an important person in this mine.

"How?" The trafficker asked, but it was just for Jack, ignoring Li Mengyang.

"Very good!" There was no expression on Jack's face.

"Are we ...... then?"

"You can talk, but it will never cost more than $300!"

“SHIT！ Where do you find such Chinese workers these days? His abilities can help you ......"

Another $300?

Li Mengyang couldn't help but be a little depressed, what the hell is going on?

……

pressed his thumb print very hard, Li Mengyang was quite emotional, it seems that Ah Q went to the execution field to draw a circle this way, right? However, there was something different, because Li Mengyang couldn't help but press it, there was no way, a very beautiful Colt 1851 Navy Revolver was on his head!

"Excellent! From this day on, you are an employee of our mine company......"

That Jack put away the revolver, then took the paper that Li Mengyang pressed his handprint just now, looked at it, and flicked it.

"......" Li Mengyang was very speechless, he didn't know what to say, because he really wanted to use the signature just now, because the signature might still be able to fool the past, but people don't eat this set, they have to press the handprint.

"Hey, Lee, do you have an English name?"

"English name?"

"That's right, the names of your Chinese workers are really hard to remember, and many of them are repeated, right here, there are more than 20 Chinese workers named Li, I'm worried that when I call your name in the future, 20 people will stand up at once, what will I do?"

It turns out that because of this, this foreign devil really does not admire Oriental culture, and the order of the names of the East and the West is different, and it is really difficult for them to understand.

"That's the last name!" Li Mengyang emphasized.

"Whatever, whatever!"

Well, yes, give yourself a name.

"Clint." Li Meng, Yang Fuzhi, came up with this name in his heart.

"Oh?" Then Jack was interested, "What about the last name?" Don't want that Lee's. "yes, that's the point.

"Clint Eastwood!" Li Mengyang had no choice but to say the name completely.

Since then, Li Mengyang's English name has been Clint Eastwood.

What the hell is going on?

That piece of paper is a disguised deed of sale, a ten-year-long deed of sale, Li Mengyang has not had any freedom in these ten years, his salary has to go to the contractor, in short, he has become a 'contractor'!

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