Sure enough, they didn't wait for the work of the two people to finish.

The Overseer is here again.

This time took them directly to the manager's office.

Because the manager had a separate appointment in the evening, I couldn't wait for them that late.

The two were told.

They were all fired for desertion.

At the same time, don't think about this month's salary.

In a word, get out of here.

Hawley surprisingly didn't say anything, but Hunter kept pleading.

However, it is of no avail.

The manager was so busy arranging his dresses that he didn't want to look at them more.

The two men soon stood at the gate of the explosives factory.

The setting sun fell on the faces of the two men.

It was the first time the two of them had left work before it was dark.

"It's over~"

Hunter made a sad face.

"It's okay, I'll be with you." Hawley reassured.

"Moody, thank you so much for treating my son's injuries."

Hunter sighed, a little apologetic.

But he's more worried about himself now.

I was thinking about how I would spend this month.

My son's hand was injured and he must not be able to work.

I lost my job myself.

Relying on his wife's meager salary alone, I am afraid that it will not last until the end of the month.

In the past two years, the economy has not been good, and it is not easy to find a job, so I can't do it, so I can only try my luck on the dock.

"Hunter, hurry up and go home and see your son." Hawley said, "I'll go to your house to find you later." ”

"What about you?"

"I'll go and relax." Hawley waved at Hunter and motioned for him to hurry home first.

After saying goodbye to Hunter at the factory gate, Hawley began to circle around the outer ring of the explosives factory.

So far, it has not been much different from what Boss Chen expected.

Originally, he planned to do something on his own, but he didn't expect to get involved in Hunter's business.

In this era, there are too many things that factories do that are not human, and there is no need to design them themselves.

In this case, according to the plan of Boss Chen and Hanif, the next thing will appear

Hawley walked around the factory several times.

The person who should have appeared still didn't show up.

Just as he was about to leave, a man in a gray overalls and a newsboy hat walked up to him from a short distance.

"Are you Mr. Moody?" The man stopped him.

"Well, I am." Hawley glanced at the man, a little puzzled, "May I ask who you are?" ”

"I'm an officer of the Knights of Labor, my name is Haril Bed, you can call me Bed." The man gave a brief introduction to himself.

"What's the matter?" Hawley asked, but suddenly realized that he seemed to be acting a little too polite.

He changed his tone.

"I mean, if there's something to say, I'm annoyed right now!"

"Please come with me."

"Why should I go with you? What the hell is the Knights of Labor? Hawley said angrily.

"We are a trade union." Bader was patient and "willing to serve all the aggrieved worker brothers." ”

Hawley's expression relaxed, and he followed behind Bed, walking towards downtown San Francisco not far away.

"We've learned about you." Bader said to Hawley as he walked.

Hawley didn't ask how Bader got the news.

The Knights sent people everywhere to keep an eye on these factories in California, ready to find a reason to recruit new members.

The two came to a small low house.

Bader pushed the door open.

There wasn't anyone inside, but there was all sorts of clutter on the table.

"This is a point for the Knights, and everyone else has gone to prepare for the evening assembly."

Bader cleared a table and sat down at the table with Hawley.

"At night? Does anyone attend in the evening? Hawley wondered.

According to the intensity of the work in the factories here, the workers basically fall asleep when they return home, and they have no intention of attending these rallies.

"Yes, some are all backbones with newcomers, for the happiness of the workers, we are willing to sleep less."

"Why hasn't anyone ever taken me?" Hawley had a look of dissatisfaction on his face, "I've been working in this factory for so long, and I haven't seen anyone mention your organization to me. ”

"Didn't I bring you here today?" Bader looked patient, "The main thing is that your factory has been part of the California Workers' Party before, and their union is a little bit more in charge. ”

Hawley looked suddenly enlightened.

But then, he began to ask reluctantly: "Then what is your relationship with the California Workers' Party?" ”

"We're all trade unions, but there's a slight difference in philosophy." "We look a little bit further than they do. ”

"Of course, most of the time, we're all in this together."

Hawley ignored how much water he had "most of the time" and looked at the house like a curious baby.

"Don't you have to go to work? Aren't you workers? He asked suddenly.

Bader was almost by the young man's unique perspective.

"I'm a worker! I'm at work right now! I have a salary! ”

Bader used three emphatic tones and three "I's" in a row.

He suddenly realized that if he continued to talk to this young man like this, it must be endless.

"Let's get down to business." He said.

"We hope that at the evening rally, you and Mr. Hunt will be able to act as representatives of the victimized workers." Bader stated his purpose.

"Tell me what happened to you? Complaining about the inhumanity of the factory? Hawley raised an eyebrow.

"Well, to be exact, yes." Bader was a little overjoyed, he didn't expect Hawley's understanding to be so high, "After attending the rally, if you want, you are a member of the Knights of Labor." ”

"Good! That's great! Hawley was overjoyed.

He stood up and stepped on the stool with one foot, exuding the vigor and sharpness of a young man all over his body.

"Is it that if you mention the name of the Labor Knights in the future, you won't be bullied?" Hawley looked at Bader with a grin.

Beder looked at Holly's innocent face and nodded: "Yes, no one dares to mess with you." ”

"Okay, then I'll go to Hunter."

Holly got off the stool, spread his legs and was about to run out the door, but was pulled by Bader:

"Don't worry, we'll shoot other people going to his too, I'll teach you how to talk at night first."

With that, Bader pulled a manuscript out of his bosom.

"I don't know many words, Mr. Bader." Hawley scratched his head and said.

"It's okay, I'll read a sentence now, you remember a sentence." Bader was prepared.

Most of the previous workers' representatives did not know much or knew very little.

He has experience.

In Bader's draft, the main thing is that he hopes that the workers' brothers will unite and fight for their own interests by means of a peaceful strike.

He is even-footed and his narrative is flat.

However, after reading it for a while, Bader noticed that the young man jumping up and down in front of him seemed a little absent-minded.

"Mr. Moody, do you really remember?" After reading it, Bader asked, a little puzzled and worried.

"No problem!" Hawley patted his chest, looking confident, "Although I don't read much, I have a very strong memory, and I remember everything others have said." ”

Bader agreed with suspicion.

Stayed in the hut for a few more hours until it was nearly midnight.

Bader looked at the clock, then gestured to Hawley:

"Let's go, let's go, let's go to the rally."