In fact, the person who originally went to negotiate was not Huang Qingyun.

It is the current general director of the Chinese Association and the chairman of the Ningyang Association, Huang Yongren.

Of the 600 or so Chinese who were driven out of Akta, about 400 were from Taishan, and some were relatives of Huang Yongren.

Something happened to them, and the Ningyang Hall couldn't ignore it.

After receiving the news, the presidium of the Chung Hwa Association had a heated discussion for a while.

The first was to ask for help from the Qing consulate in San Francisco.

However, the reply given by the consulate was that the wood was already in the boat, and it was advisable to put the exiles of Akta in a leisure place as soon as possible.

The general meaning is that they have been driven away, and the American army has not come, so it is the right thing to prepare a place for those people to settle down.

But since the implementation of the law, the living area of the Chinese in San Francisco has become smaller and smaller, and there is no place to house these hundreds of penniless people.

But it's a bit too much to let these hundreds of people fend for themselves.

The representatives of several guild halls are a little at a loss.

The news reached Huang Qingyun.

Without saying a word, he returned to the Mutual Aid Society at the docks.

"Old Seven, go and see how much ammunition we have in stock." Huang Qingyun strode into the courtyard.

The one who was called the seventh by Huang Qingyun was a young man wearing an off-white vest.

When Huang Qingyun walked into the courtyard, he was leaning against the wall and wiping himself with water from a bucket.

Hearing the boss's words, Lao Qier didn't say a word, walked into the warehouse on the side, and then moved a few boxes of ammunition out:

"Not long ago, Boss Chen just sent someone to send a batch over, and it's enough."

Huang Qingyun walked into the room and lifted the wall panel, revealing a row of repeating rifles.

He began to pull his gun out.

While he was taking it, he shouted to the door: "Little Liuzi! He Sanshui! You two come here. ”

Soon, two young men rushed in.

"Little Liuzi, you take a few people to take these guns into the box, and then find a car to load them with Lao Qina's ammunition; He Sanshui, you call the remaining brothers, ready to set off with me! ”

Huang Qingyun commanded.

"Where are you going?" Xiao Liuzi asked.

"Go to Akta, these bastards have taken our people's things, and we want to get them back!"

As a former TPJ general, he still remembers what Chen Jianqiu said to him before he left.

The two young men looked at each other.

He Sanshui asked a little worriedly, "Uncle Huang, do you want to talk to Boss Chen?" He might send a detective agency to help me. ”

Huang Qingyun put his hands behind his back, walked to the window, looked out the window, thought for a while, and shook his head:

"No, don't tell him."

He knew how much of a deal it would leave behind.

If he gets involved, how much trouble will this bring to Chen Jianqiu.

Or don't tell him well.

More than an hour later, Huang Qingyun's forty or fifty workers had already assembled at the wharf.

Beside them was a flatbed wagon, covered with a thick pile of straw, and under the straw was a box containing guns and bullets.

However, just as Huang Qingyun was about to set off with his own people, a carriage stopped in front of the dock.

Huang Yongren hurriedly stepped down from the carriage.

"Qingyun! Qingyun! Don't be impulsive! The patriarch of the Huang clan, who was over half a hundred years old, walked quickly in front of Huang Qingyun with a robe.

Huang Qingyun glanced at Huang Yongren and the braid on the back of his head, and snorted angrily.

In terms of seniority, he has to call the person in front of him a brother.

"Let's go!" He shouted to the young people behind him.

"Qingyun! Don't be willful! If you go, I'm afraid these dozens of young people will be gone! Huang Yongren was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

"The other party didn't use a gun! How many excuses do you have to give to others when you move your gun? ”

"If there is a real fight, won't you dozens of people be wiped out?"

"When you participated in TPJ, your family was ruined, and your father didn't look at you until he died!"

"I took the risk to bring you out, and I turned a blind eye to many things, and you are also over half a hundred years old, are you still so reckless in doing things?

"Have you done less trouble in the past few decades?"

The old man tried hard to persuade his younger brother.

"Brother, I thank you for taking care of me all these years, but if we don't deal with this matter, it will get worse in the future."

Huang Qingyun's eyes were firm, and he was about to leave.

Who knew that Huang Yongren, the current business director of the Tangtang Chinese Association, actually stopped in front of the carriage alone.

He glared angrily at Huang Qingyun:

"If you want to go today, run over me!"

Where will Huang Qingyun care.

He has rebelled, where will he listen to his brother again.

But at this moment, Huang Tongshi rushed all the way from the street:

"There is a way! There is a way! His pair of small short legs were extremely fast, and he held a piece of paper in his hand.

"The local militia in Akta asked us to negotiate, saying that it was okay for the Chinese to go back, but we needed to pay them part of the compensation fee."

Huang Tongshi panted and ran to the front of the two of them and handed the paper in his hand to Huang Yongren.

Huang Yongren's eyes couldn't see clearly, and his coachman handed him a pair of glasses.

"Nonsense, why give them money?" Huang Qingyun felt a little unbelievable.

"Don't be impatient!" Huang Yongren stomped his foot again, trembling with anger.

"It's better to talk about it than not to talk about it!" Huang Tongshi said on the side.

"Who are you going to talk to?" Huang Qingyun looked at the two people in front of him.

Huang Yongren took off his glasses, and the wrinkles on his face deepened:

"They named no one else but me."

The old man calmly folded the paper and stuffed it into his robe.

Huang Tongshi was taken aback and hurriedly persuaded:

"Huang Lao, this can't be helped, you are the backbone of tens of thousands of Chinese in this Chinatown, if you go to have three long and two short, it's not easy to explain!"

Huang Yongren shook his head and said:

"I am the patriarch of the Huang clan in Ningyang, and I am also the business director of the Chinese Guild Hall, who will go if I don't go?"

"Besides, since those militia groups are willing to talk, if we don't go, won't we be discouraged? What's more, most of these people just want to ask for a little more money, and it won't be too much. ”

He glanced at the young workers on the docks, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face:

"Anyway, it's all an old bone, so let's scatter it. These young people have to live well and have a future. ”

Huang Tongshi was a little stunned.

He felt that he could not convince the old man.

"I'd better go." Huang Qingyun shook his head at Huang Yongren, "You can't even slaughter a chicken, if something happens, you can't run away." ”

"I've decided, don't say more!"

The stubborn patriarch of the Huang clan sternly rejected his younger brother's proposal.

However, two days later, when Huang Yongren, who had just walked out of the gate of the Chung Wah Association, was about to board the carriage bound for Attak, he was told by his subordinates.

The night before, Huang Qingyun had already taken a few people and officially set off from the dock.

After another two days, they had already appeared at the entrance of Ataq's town, ready to enter the town to negotiate.

(End of chapter)