Hearing Chen Jianqiu say this, Huang Qingyun immediately stood up from the chair with a "rub":

"Young master, what are your orders, but it doesn't hurt to say it, your subordinates will go to the soup and fight the fire, and they will not give up."

"It's not that serious." Chen Jianqiu waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down, "It's not that simple." ”

He looked out the window.

The port of San Francisco is unusually busy, with new ships constantly coming in, and immigrants of all colors stepping off the boats.

They dragged large bags and small bags, and their eyes were full of anticipation for this new world.

"Soon, it will be difficult to see Chinese on these ships." Chen Jianqiu said, "This country will no longer welcome us." ”

Huang Qingyun was stunned.

"Young master, there have been some shocks here in the past two years, women can't come, those white people have attacked Chinatown." Huang Qingyun paused, "But we all withstood it." ”

"But they're legal now! At the national level! ”

Chen Jianqiu's voice was not loud, but the impact on Huang Qingyun was no less than a thunderbolt.

Although California has introduced some laws that are unfavorable to the Chinese in the past, there has never been a voice from the federal level, and he and the senior management of those associations have a trace of luck.

This will set off a new storm.

"The impact will be more and more, and the means will be more and more cruel." Chen Jianqiu said.

"I will protect these compatriots." Huang Qingyun gritted his teeth, "Chinatown is safe. ”

"And what about the people outside Chinatown?" Chen Jianqiu stared at Huang Qingyun, "Chinatown simply can't accommodate so many Chinese. ”

"I've seen a lot of things this year, I've crossed half of the United States." Chen Jianqiu's voice became low, as if he was recalling something.

"Do you know what they do to the Indians?" He looked at Huang Qingyun.

Huang Qingyun shook his head.

"They would drive the Indians into a small, barren area, and if they went beyond that line, they would be killed."

"In this area, the Indians did not have access to the resources they needed to survive, there were no jobs, there was no development, and there was no threat to the whites."

"Their numbers are tightly controlled, and they can only be found in this small reserve, becoming smaller and smaller until they die out."

"Sooner or later, the California government will kick the Chinese out of the city, move Chinatown, to the suburbs, where it will be a Chinese reservation."

Huang Qingyun let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

He knew that what his young master said was right.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, walked to the table, picked up the roster on the table, and said while flipping through it, "But the names on this roster, I hope there is more than that." ”

"Young master, you say, whatever you say, I will do it." Huang Qingyun looked at Chen Jianqiu with a firm gaze.

"Well, first of all, ......" Chen Jianqiu was just about to say when there was a sudden noise outside, the sound of tables colliding.

Chen Jianqiu's face changed, opened the door, and rushed out.

Huang Qingyun followed closely behind.

Outside, in the hall, several people ran in with a young man with a bloody face.

They looked anxious and slammed the table to pieces.

The men carried the young man to a table in the middle, and the other Chinese workers gathered around.

"What about the doctor? Doctor! ”

"Spread out! Disperse! Medicine! Medicine! ”

……

Chen Jianqiu separated the crowd and squeezed in.

"Squeeze what? What's the fun? Can you ...... Uh, Uncle Huang. ”

The Chinese worker who was pulled away saw an unknown cowboy squeezed in, and was just about to get angry, but when he saw Huang Qingyun behind him, he immediately consciously let go.

The young man's head was broken and blood ran down his forehead.

His arms drooped limply, gasping for air.

Chen Jianqiu took out the emergency bandages and trauma medicine that Teresa had prepared for him from his arms, and began to stop the bleeding and bandage the young man.

His technique was skillful, and the young man's bleeding quickly stopped.

"Splint his arm." Chen Jianqiu straightened up and looked at the doctor who had just arrived next to him and was dumbfounded.

"He Sanshui, what's going on?" Huang Qingyun asked another young man dressed as a dock worker next to him.

He Sanshui untied the white sweat towel wrapped around his waist, wiped his face, and said indignantly: "That white-skinned bastard from the dock union came to drive us away and scolded us as 'work thieves', and Xiao Liuzi got involved with them. ”

"Aren't you in the union?" Chen Jianqiu looked at them.

He Sanshui glanced at Chen Jianqiu and then at Huang Qingyun.

"This is Boss Chen, his own person, seeing him in the future is the same as seeing me." Huang Qingyun looked around at everyone.

He Sanshui said: "Those white skins don't take us at all, they think we are the boss's accomplices, and then if something happens, they blame us." ”

"Can't you beat them?" Huang Qingyun looked He Sanshui up and down, a little hated that iron could not become steel.

"He, they have guns." He Sanshui lowered his head.

"What's wrong with a gun? When your father followed me to fight the foreign gun team, didn't there be a gun on the other side? A few years ago, when those people rushed in here and were repelled by us, didn't they have any guns in their hands? Huang Qingyun's forehead was bruised, and he roared.

He Sanshui and a few young people around him lowered their heads and didn't dare to speak.

Chen Jianqiu patted Huang Qingyun's shoulder and signaled him not to get angry in a hurry.

"Where are they now?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

He Sanshui was just about to answer, but there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

The crowd looked out the door and saw a yellow-haired man in a light blue shirt with a few white sailors swaggering into the courtyard.

Huang Mao seemed to have come to collect debts, and kicked over a jar in front of him in the courtyard, and the pickles in it poured out, and the brine was sprinkled on the ground, covering the stall as a sealed bowl, and rolling out of the distance.

"It's this bastard again." He Sanshui gritted his teeth, turned around and prepared to rush out the door to fight with him.

Chen Jianqiu held him down.

He walked out the door, followed by Huang Qingyun and the others.

Huang Mao was a little surprised to see that someone he didn't know who came out first, but he quickly looked indifferent.

He pointed to Huang Qingyun beside Chen Jianqiu, and said in a strange manner:

"Huang, listen up, you, and your miscellaneous people, are about to get out!"

He stepped on the jar on the ground and squinted at the various Chinese workers in front of him: "You'd better pack up your things as soon as possible, move out from here, and go back to your Chinatown!" Soon after, it was the place of the dock unions. ”

"Damon, it's not a day or two that you miss me here, and it's not a day or two that you know me, do you think I'll let it out?" Huang Qingyun stared at Huang Mao's eyes.

"It doesn't matter, if you don't move, we'll let you move, and the police in San Francisco will let you move too." Huang Mao sneered, "It's not the same now as before, old thing." ”

"What did you say!"

"Shut up!"

……

He Sanshui and the Chinese workers couldn't stand it anymore and began to scold Huang Mao.

However, Huang Mao looks like a scoundrel with a dead face.

He didn't care about the insults of these people at all, just as he didn't care about the number of people on the other side.

With his understanding of these Chinese workers, he would never dare to take the lead if he borrowed ten of them.

Soon, however, his indifferent rogue smile came to an abrupt end.

"Smack!"

A bowl spun and flew to his face, smashed into his forehead, and shattered into several pieces in an instant.

Yellow hair was smashed and dizzy, he covered his forehead, and blood flowed from his fingers.

Seeing that he was about to fall, the two sailors next to him hurriedly came up and grabbed him.

"Who? Who did this to you? Huang Mao's eyes widened, looking for the murderer in the crowd opposite.

"Me!"

A calm voice came from Huang Qingyun's side.

Chen Jianqiu raised his foot and wiped the brine on it, without even looking at Huang Mao.

"You, you, you ......" Huang Mao didn't expect that someone on the other side would dare to make the first move, pointing at Chen Jianqiu and being speechless for a while.

A sailor touched his waist.

He Sanshui and a few laborers took a few steps forward and blocked in front of Chen Jianqiu.

The sailor glanced at the many Chinese laborers around him, and his hand returned to him.

"Okay, you have a kind, you wait for me." The yellow-haired Damon snorted, covered his head, and escaped from the courtyard with a few sailors.

One more, two more later

(End of chapter)