Ever since Hanif arrived, Riley's heart has become much more steady.

He spoke loudly, and his waist stiffened.

He repeatedly asked Hanif to hurry up and take people to the workers' side to "solve the problem".

Hanif went to the Chinese workers.

Riley and the overseers watched from the hillside.

The Chinese workers didn't treat him well, and Hanif didn't treat the Chinese workers well.

After an hour of staring at each other with guns in hand, Hanif returned with the detectives.

"Mr. Hanif, why don't you make a move?"

In the cabin office, Riley asked.

"I'm observing." Hanif poured himself a glass of water and "found their weaknesses." ”

This is a very mysterious statement.

Riley nodded incomprehensibly.

Another week passed.

"Mr. Hanif, have you found a weakness?"

Riley ran out of his office and found Hanif standing on a hillside looking in the direction of the Chinese workers' residence.

"Will the telegraph in the mine work?"

Hanif turned his head and looked at Riley with a serious expression.

"It works, it works, what, is there anything that needs to be reported to the outside world?" Riley asked.

"We need support." Hanif said solemnly.

"Support? Can't you and your people handle them? Riley frowned.

"No, there are too many Chinese workers, and the people I brought are not the right people."

Hanif gestured again with the head-shaving gesture.

"It's a knife on the head, after all."

Riley muttered to himself.

Can't you just use a gun?

Oh, I must want to have some yin, so it may have a little less impact.

This mustache must be professional in doing this, and he still looks good.

Another week passed.

Hanif first led the detectives around the Chinese workers' quarters, and then searched along the river.

He still didn't take action.

"Mr. Hanif, when will your men arrive?"

Riley was a little overwhelmed.

These twenty detectives stay here every day, eating their own and using their own, but they still don't make any substantive moves.

"How many days has it been since the telegram was sent?" Hanif turned his head and asked a detective beside him.

"Report! Sent it out a week ago! ”

After hearing this, Hanif walked up to Riley and grabbed his shoulder: "Come on, Mr. Riley, they should be there soon." It takes a little time to get from San Francisco. ”

Riley gave Hanif a suspicious look.

Another week passed.

"Mr. Hanif! I implore you to take action now, and if you don't, I'll call HQ and sue you for breach of contract! ”

Early that morning, Riley rushed into Hanif's place after inspecting the mine's material warehouse.

These twenty or so people have already eaten up the warehouse in the mine.

He held back his anger and stared at Hanif intently, hoping that he would give him an explanation.

Hanif put down the romance book in his hand and sat up from the bed.

He looked at the ceiling and thought for a moment, then said to Riley:

"I guess people should be able to get there today."

"Hurry up, you've emptied the mines! I'll have to go around the river to get to the town! ”

Riley wept and mourned.

He also didn't want to tear his face with Hanif.

First, it is up to them to settle the strike; Second, they really have guns in their hands.

"Why don't you go buy food first, I'll act when I arrive."

Hanif said to Riley with certainty.

Riley didn't want to stay here for another minute, and turned to walk out of the house, but was stopped by Hanif again.

"Excuse me, anything else? Mr. Hanif. ”

Hanif seemed to suddenly remember something, and stretched out a finger: "Buy some meat, you haven't eaten a few meals of meat since I came." ”

Riley turned around and walked away.

He led a few men out of the No. 3 mine in a carriage.

Before leaving, he said to the overseer, "Stay here, keep an eye on them, and if anyone arrives, go to work immediately!" ”

Riley made a long detour to the town of Stone Springs.

The town's grain merchants complained to him that business had been very bad lately, and that the white miners had not come to him for a long time to buy flour or potatoes.

Riley didn't have the heart to think about these things, and he didn't intend to find out the truth himself.

He and his retinue drove the wagon back along the Bate River.

"Manager! You see! ”

As Riley sat on the grain bag in a daze, one of his attendants pointed across the river and exclaimed.

He looked in the direction his attendant pointed.

A group of Chinese workers are walking in groups in the direction of No. 3 Mine!

Riley rubbed his eyes.

That's right, it's really the direction of mine No. 3.

Could it be that they are back to work?!

He couldn't believe his eyes, and at the same time he was full of curiosity.

What means did Hanif use to get the Chinese workers to give up the strike and return to the mine in such a short period of time?

What exactly do those professionals do? How can there be such a power to turn decay into magic?

He began to congratulate himself that he hadn't really torn his face with Hanif.

If so, how embarrassing it must have been now!

Riley suddenly remembered something.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! He shouted to his men who were driving.

"Manager, do you have any orders?"

His men turned their heads to find Riley's joy palpable.

"Turn around and go back to town! Let's go buy some cured meat! Riley said.

By the time Riley and his procurement convoy returned to Mine Three, it was nearly noon.

Riley's carriage approached the mine's entrance.

He found that Chinese laborers had formed a long line outside the mine.

"What? What are you waiting in line? Why don't you go back to work? Riley jumped out of the carriage.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

After passing through a group of Chinese laborers who were queuing, Riley finally arrived at the door of Mine 3.

The sight in front of him made him dumbfounded.

In the open space at the entrance of the mine, there are five or six chairs.

On each chair sat a Chinese worker, and behind each of them, a barber stood.

Each of them had a pair of scissors in their hands, and they were cutting the braids at the back of their heads, and after cutting them, they trimmed them slightly.

And the Chinese workers sitting on the chairs had different expressions.

Some are wooden, some are reluctant, and some are slightly excited.

And Hanif and the detectives of the border detective agency crossed their waists and watched the excitement.

Hanif was still pointing.

"What are you doing!" Riley roared.

The barbers stopped what they were doing and looked at Riley with the Chinese workers.

"Keep cutting, keep cutting." Hanif waved at the barber.

The work of cutting the braids continued, and everyone selectively ignored Riley and the mine crew.

Hanif walked up to Riley and frowned:

"What are you yelling about? Don't see we're busy? ”

"The action you said was to cut the braids of these Chinese workers?!" Riley's eyes widened.

"That's right." Hanif made a head-shaving gesture, "Move a knife on your head." ”

"These are the supports you called?!" Riley gestured to the barbers.

"Yes, there are too many Chinese workers, although there are a few people in my detectives who can handle the knife, but I still call a few more professionals." Hanif began to introduce Riley, "You see, this one on the far left is Mr. Tony, he's usually in Salt Lake City."

Hanif was still talking about Riley, but the manager couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Why?" Riley asked.

"Huh?" Hanif's words were interrupted, and he looked at Riley with a puzzled expression.

"I mean, why did you cut their braids?" Riley's face was gloomy.

"Oh, you don't understand this, according to my observation, braids are the spiritual pillar of these Chinese workers, once their braids are cut, they will become walking dead, when the time comes, let alone strike, hey."

It was Chen Jianqiu's idea to cut the braids for these Chinese workers.

Since he came to Shiquan Town back then, he has seen that the braids on the back of these people's heads are unpleasant.

So this time, he plans to get rid of all the "pig tails" on the back of the heads of these people.

Some miners, like Chen Jianqiu, had already cut their hair short, and they naturally raised their hands to welcome them;

Some people are different, they plan to return to China after earning money, and they are afraid that their heads will not be protected when they go back without this braid.

For these people, Chen Jianqiu was not reluctant.

He would pay them a passage and send them back across the ocean.

However, most young miners are still willing to accept it.

They trust Chen Jianqiu very much now, and Boss Chen will definitely not give them hardship.

"Enough! Stop your farce! ”

Riley erupted again.

He couldn't believe Hanif's at all, and only thought that he was simply passive and sabotage.

The coal mine manager stared at Hanif viciously:

"You're just waiting to be prosecuted."

(End of chapter)