San Francisco Railway Station, March 1885.

On the platform of the train station, a group of people in suits and leather shoes stood in unison.

People who get out of the car can't help but take a closer look.

And standing at the front of these people was a man with a beard and a red face.

Since becoming the head of the California branch of the Border Detective Agency, Hanif has been in a much better mood.

A crisp suit replaced the crumpled leather jacket, and the metal badge on the chest glittered in the sunlight.

Holding a cigar in his left hand and his right hand crossed his waist, he turned his head to look at the dozens of detectives behind him, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Four years ago, he was still a bounty hunter who traveled around the western continent with his apprentices, fighting alone.

said that it is famous, and it is also the love of peers, which knows the warmth and coldness.

risked his life, earned a paltry bounty, and at the worst time, he was penniless and was on the bounty list.

The most important thing is that his apprentice's brain is not very good from time to time.

But now, now I have everything, a house, a subordinate, and the key is a beautiful wife!

Thinking of this, Hanif couldn't help but touch his well-trimmed beard again.

"Master! Boss he came down. Downey on the side stabbed his master's waist with his fingers.

A man in a cloth robe appeared outside the carriage.

Behind him, a woman and a black man followed.

Hanif greeted him with a smile on his face.

Before he could speak, Chen Jianqiu had already spoken:

"What did I ask you to investigate?"

The smile on Hanif's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a cautious look.

"Boss, there are a lot of people here, come to my residence and say."

Chen Jianqiu glanced at Hanif and didn't say anything.

The crowd left the train station.

Two carriages were already parked at the door.

Hanif instructed Donnie to take a few detectives here to wait for Chen Jianqiu and their horses,

He beckoned to the others behind him, "What should you do?" ”

Then, he took Chen Jianqiu and a few people into a carriage and drove towards his residence in San Francisco.

"There was indeed an incident of anti-Chinese in Aktar not long ago."

In the living room of Hanif's house, the former bounty hunter took out a document and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

And his wife, a quiet and generous Californian woman, brought a few cups of coffee from the kitchen.

"The Knights of Labor was founded in Philadelphia in 1869 by Yulia Stephens and seven other tailor union members of the American Workers' Order."

"It used to be very secretive, but it started to come to the fore a few years ago."

Chen Jianqiu sat on the sofa, drinking black coffee while flipping through the information.

But when he saw a few key people who took the lead in making trouble, he frowned slightly.

"These people aren't workers or local townspeople, are they?"

Chen Jianqiu raised his head and found that Hanif was also looking at him.

"Yes, these men wear the armbands of the Knights of Labor, but they are all notorious criminals."

He leaned over and pointed to Chen Jianqiu one by one the photos that were a little blurry on the information:

"This is 'Hyena' Seth Marsh, and this is 'Lame' Tver Baruch."

"I've hunted down at least three or four of them, so it's familiar." Hanif said, "Each of these people has a dozen lives on their hands. ”

"Has the Knights of Labor degraded to this extent now?" Sean, who was standing behind him, said stupidly, "Accept anyone?" ”

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Chen Jianqiu's gaze swept to the casualty figures.

0！

He raised his head again and looked at Hanif.

"Yes, this is also a strange place, there are minor injuries, but there are no broken arms and legs." Hanif said.

"That shows that the Knights didn't want to make much trouble, and they were measured." Sean said, nodding.

Chen Jianqiu was silent.

He very much hoped that this would be the case, and that it would be better if there were no casualties.

But with what he knew about these people, this was a bit unlikely.

He handed the information back to Hanif and stood up: "Have you been in contact with Huang Qingyun recently?" ”

Hanif shook his head: "According to your orders, if he doesn't come to me, I won't take the initiative to go to him." ”

Chen Jianqiu nodded and said to everyone in the room:

"Let's go find Huang Qingyun, he should know better."

"Why don't you eat before you leave."

Hanif's wife brought a pot of boiled beef and a plate of potatoes from the kitchen, wiped her wet hands with her apron and said.

''No, I'll go first, you can wait for me here.'' ”

Chen Jianqiu picked up a few potatoes from the plate and nibbled on them as he walked out the door.

Donnie had already led the Black Carrot downstairs to Hanif.

Hanif's apartment is located in the heart of San Francisco, and Chen Jianqiu rode around the black radish for a long time before arriving at the pier.

He walked towards the Chinese Mutual Aid Society.

However, when he walked into the courtyard of the mutual aid society, he found that the gate was open, and several dock workers were chatting inside.

"Where's Uncle Qingyun?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

When the dock workers saw him, they all shook their heads blankly.

It seems that they don't know where Huang Qingyun has gone.

Chen Jianqiu felt that something was not right.

Although the flow of Chinese at the wharf has decreased significantly after the law was officially implemented, many people still come to San Francisco by boat.

Huang Qingyun would quickly find these non-citizens and send them secretly to Roswell.

Each batch of people who sent it would bring with them a letter from him.

Chen Jianqiu got back on his horse and headed in the direction of Chinatown.

Maybe in the Ningyang Hall, you can find out about Huang Qingyun.

The Ningyang Hall is still the same.

The bill only restricts the entry and exit of Chinese workers into and out of the United States, but does not have much control over businessmen and officials.

The rulers of the east coast of this country are still thinking of doing business with that big country in Asia.

The opera garden in the hall is still brightly lit and fragrant.

The play is still played, but it is changed to "Second Plum", and the babbling and singing is the story of a talented and beautiful woman.

The audience still watched with relish.

Chen Jianqiu walked through the hall on the first floor and went directly up the stairs to the second floor.

The door to Huang Tongshi's office was open, and the smell of tea came from inside.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the door and looked into the house:

Huang Tongshi was standing at the table practicing calligraphy.

Although the writing is crooked and twisted, soft and weak, but the posture is quite sufficient, shaking the head and shaking the head, waving the hand vertically and horizontally, there is a great sense of swallowing external force like a tiger.

Chen Jianqiu's fingers tapped twice on the door panel.

Huang Tongshi raised his head, and when he saw that it was Chen Jianqiu, he immediately greeted him with a smile:

"Yo, Boss Chen! Rare Guest! ”

"What about Huang Qingyun?" Chen Jianqiu asked directly.

"Oh, Master Huang, Master Huang has gone to Akta." Huang Tongshi put down the brush in his hand and gently blew the ink on the paper.

Chen Jianqiu's heart was slammed.

"Akta? What did he do in Akta? Aren't all the Chinese there driven out of town?"

"Oh, the local militia sent us a message, saying that the crowd was so excited that they couldn't stop it, and if the Chinese wanted to come back, they could ask the Chinese in San Francisco to negotiate with the talkers. So Qingyun volunteered to go. ”

Huang Tongshi handed Chen Jianqiu a cup of tea.

However, Chen Jianqiu did not answer.

He stared into Huang Tongshi's eyes: "When did he set off?" Going alone? ”

"I left three or four days ago, with five or six young men. What's wrong? "Huang Tongshi is a little strange.

"Why didn't you stop him?"

"Why are you stopping him, the people on the other side of Akta are quite restrained, Master Huang and a few young men are all armed and should be fine. Eh, Boss Chen, don't look at me like this, okay?"

Huang Tongshi was a little unimpressed, but he felt that Chen Jianqiu's gaze at him was like a knife.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and left.

"Eh, Boss Chen, where are you going? Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea? Huang Tongshi's voice came from behind him.

Chen Jianqiu rushed downstairs without saying a word, turned on his horse, and galloped towards Hanif's house.