Wang Qingfu rolled up the things on the stall, threw them into a small cart, and then prepared to return the table to the guy in the restaurant behind him.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at it: "Pick up the important ones and take them, you can do without the others." ”

Wang Qingfu was stunned for a moment, so he picked up the pen that fell on the ground, thought about it again, found a few pieces of paper, wrapped the inkstone, and put it in a bag.

The two of them stepped over the splash, who was still rolling on the ground, and walked towards the outside of Chinatown.

"Boss Chen, do you also know about "Meihua News" in the west?"

Wang Qingfu asked as he followed behind Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu didn't know this person at first, but he heard a few Chinese businessmen from the east mention it in Roswell.

There is a person named Wang Qingfu, who has been giving speeches all over the country since a few years ago, promoting the idea of equal rights for Chinese and speaking out for the rights and interests of Chinese in the United States!

However, from the attitude of those businessmen, Chen Jianqiu could obviously feel that he had nothing to do with himself.

"Businessmen should make the money they should make, why do they have nothing to do with foreigners?"

A businessman said to Chen Jianqiu.

And those uneducated Chinese workers, listening to the speech, just joining in the fun, most of them are also at a loss.

It can be imagined how desperate Wang Qingfu was when he saw the reaction of the people in the audience.

"Aren't you running a newspaper? How did you end up setting up a stall in Chinatown? Chen Jianqiu was a little puzzled and asked.

"It's hard to put into words!" Wang Qingfu sighed.

"Then find a place to sit down and talk slowly." Chen Jianqiu pointed to a café in front of him and said.

Two people entered the café.

They found a window seat and sat down.

At first, the waiter was a little displeased to see two Chinese people coming in and taking the best position.

But after he looked at the beaver fur hat on Chen Jianqiu's hand and the tip slapped on the table, he ran over.

"I've been prosecuted." Wang Qingfu took the coffee from the waiter's hand and said "thank you" very politely.

"What charges?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Defamation, a couple of New Yorkers feel like I've smeared their image in the newspapers." Wang Qingfu frowned, "In addition, the newspaper has no funds, so it went out of business." ”

Chen Jianqiu thought of several New York newspapers he had read in the past two days.

The New York World, including Pulitzer, had large pages filled with lace news and tofu cubes.

He had discussed this issue with Pulitzer.

This newspaper is like toilet paper.

However, Pulitzer's answer to him was an eye-opener:

"That's right, newspapers are what people read when they go to the toilet, not toilet paper? Besides, if you don't write about the sales of Xiaohuangwen, where will it come from. ”

Therefore, the newspaper run by Wang Fuqing basically has no possibility of surviving without financial support.

"I've heard people say, didn't you work in the customs of the Qing court before? Didn't save some money? Chen Jianqiu asked.

"To tell you the truth, I'm a prisoner who fled to the United States."

"I organized an anti-Qing organization and purchased a batch of firearms from abroad through overseas connections."

"But this batch of weapons was discovered by the customs when they were transported back to China through the customs, and I had to go to the United States, and all my property was lost, and even the money to run the newspaper was scraped together."

Wang Fuqing is very frank, knows everything, and says everything.

"Why are you telling me this?" Chen Jianqiu asked him with a smile, "What if I'm an eagle dog of the Qing court?" ”

"First, it's because I'm an American citizen now, and those people in the Qing Dynasty don't dare to do anything to me; The second is that I noticed that you don't have braids on the back of your head. ”

Wang Qingfu looked at Chen Jianqiu with a very sincere gaze.

"I've heard a little bit about you, you have built a factory in a place on the western border, where the Chinese are hired by you and work for you. Presumably, the braid in your heart has also been cut off. ”

"Not worth mentioning." Chen Jianqiu smiled.

It seems that the low-key behavior has not been in vain, and colleagues in the East press do not yet know that there is a Chinese town with thousands of people there.

"I really hope that there will be a little more people like you." Wang Qingfu sighed.

"After the bill came out, I kept thinking about why this bill could be passed in Congress." Wang Fuqing took a sip of coffee and said to Chen Jianqiu.

"And what do you think is the reason?" Chen Jianqiu looked at Wang Qingfu with playful eyes.

"I think the Chinese people in the United States are used to self-isolation, not participating in politics, and not discussing politics."

Wang Qingfu leaned forward slightly, expressing his thoughts to Chen Jianqiu.

"If you don't vote, or don't want to vote, they'll see you as a little reptile. When you show up at the ballot box, you're treated as a person, you're called a brother, you're given cigarettes, whiskey, and beer. ”

"I know that the total number of Chinese in the United States is not large, but if this kind of effort starts earlier, maybe we will not be so passive now."

He looked at Chen Jianqiu, his eyes were hot.

"Qingfu, have you ever wondered what caused this to happen? Who has made our fellow citizens so withdrawn and ignorant? ”

Chen Jianqiu looked out the window.

"The wisdom of the people has not been opened, Qingfu."

Wang Qingfu was silent.

The two men began to drink their respective coffees and did not speak.

The warm winter sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There are more and more people in the café, surrounded by English accents of various accents, and the two of them are surrounded by it.

"Go and regroup the people who used to be at the newspaper office." Chen Jianqiu put down the coffee cup in his hand and suddenly said, "You don't have to worry about money, do what you have to do." ”

Wang Qingfu was in a daze, and when he heard Chen Jianqiu's words, he heard the sound of a fairy.

Chen Jianqiu's gaze fell on him again.

The self-government system of the United States determines that no one ethnic group will be obligated to fight for the rights and interests of other ethnic groups like angels.

A group that does not participate and does not fight will inevitably suffer damage in the distribution of interests if it does not go up to compete for its own interests!

"Keep speaking up! Go and try to wake up more people. Chen Jianqiu said,

"In addition, I want you to find more people who wake up, I am in Roswell's school, and I need you to help me find better Chinese teachers."

Wang Qingfu nodded again and again: "What is the name of the new newspaper?" ”

"You can choose your own name."

"How about that called Huayang Xinbao?"

Chen Jianqiu bowed slightly, indicating that there was no big problem with the name of this newspaper.

"Besides, I need you to do something." Chen Jianqiu said.

"But it doesn't hurt to say it."

Chen Jianqiu handed him a card.

"34 Bell Street?" Wang Qingfu looked at the address on the card, a little unclear.

"I need you to unite people of knowledge in the United States to form an Association of Chinese American Voters." ”

"I'll rent a house for you as an office next door to this address, at number 32. Next to it, there is a border detective agency, so you don't have to worry about security. ”

Wang Qingfu's heart was surging.

Ten years of drinking ice, the blood is difficult to cool.

It is his lifelong wish to fight for the rights and interests of Chinese in the United States, and how could he give up halfway because of a little setback.

"Mr. Chen! You stay in New York and preside over the big picture! He looked at Chen Jianqiu eagerly.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head: "I have a lot of other things to deal with in the west. ”

If someone makes face, someone must make the lining;

Someone wants to shout, someone has to carry a weight in secret;

Someone stands on the podium, and someone has to be ready to get a gun.

"But don't worry, I'll come over from time to time, and if there's anything going on, go directly to the Border Detective Agency to find someone named Holiday Willy." Chen Jianqiu gathered his clothes and stood up.

Seeing that Chen Jianqiu insisted on leaving, Wang Qingfu immediately took out the paper and the pen from his arms and handed them to Chen Jianqiu.

"Mr. Chen, leave something for the voters' coalition first."

Chen Jianqiu wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it for a while, he returned to his seat.

He picked up a pen and wrote three powerful lines on the paper:

Don't be meek, be brave!

Don't be silent, explode!

Don't be the Silent Lambs!

(End of chapter)