Just when Chen Jianqiu was trying to make money on the other side of the ocean.

Hawley returned to California.

He came back with an aura.

The strike in Shiquan was a very successful attempt.

The victory was obvious.

If the conflict with the Chinese workers is not counted, this strike did not shed blood, and the goal was perfectly achieved.

Hawley gained prestige.

He became the leader of the Wyoming Knights of Labor and the leader of all the unions.

And the impact of this strike is far-reaching.

For the first time, the white people in the west found that those hard-working, honest and honest Chinese would bite people when they were forced to be in a hurry.

Moreover, it hurts.

Whites have polarized attitudes toward this.

Some people think that these Chinese workers who dare to protect their interests should be faced squarely, they are not so weak;

Others, on the other hand, are more willing to publicize the threat posed by the Chinese.

They believe that after these Chinese know how to resist, they become more dangerous.

It doesn't matter what views these people in the west hold.

One thing is for sure.

No one in Wyoming, at least, dared to blatantly launch violent attacks on Chinese settlements.

And this strike also made some leaders of the union see the infinite possibilities of the union of Chinese workers and white workers.

Of course, among these people, there is certainly no mention of the bearded Cronin.

"Zhao-Jia-Wei?"

"Liu-Fu-Hai?"

In the office of the Knights of California Labor, Cronin was frowning, reading the names on the roster word by word.

This roster is a list of workers who have recently joined the California union.

"Smack!"

The roster was slammed on the table.

"Are these Chinese laborers?" Cronin was furious and confronted Hawley.

"Judging by the name, it should be." Hawley replied lazily.

Cronin jumped up from his chair with a "rub".

He opened the roster again and pointed his finger at the names that were clearly Chinese on it: "Look at it, look at it, there are so many."

Hawley pointed to the names on the roster:

"Not only that, but the Jamie Hsu and Zach Wong down there, oh, and that Sam Lloyd, who changed his English name."

Cronin felt like his beard was about to fly.

He slapped the table with a slap:

"When did they get in?! Why let them in? When did the Knights of Labor allow Chinese workers to join? ”

"You said that we want to develop our power, and the more people there are, the better." Hawley said disapprovingly.

"Yes, I did, but"

Cronin's eyes were on fire, and he was about to reprimand Hawley.

But he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the office.

The bearded man looked up and saw Holly's hands in his pockets, his eyes showing no respect.

And behind him, Duncan, Gordon, and Bowen were standing, staring at him so stunned.

After returning from Wyoming, Moody (Hawley) was like a different person!

In Cronin's impression, he was a full of vitality and a completely stunned young man before.

But now, it's completely different.

Is it because he became a worker leader in Wyoming?

"Moody, haven't we talked in a long time?" Cronin calmed down for no apparent reason, "Do you have any thoughts about me?" ”

"No, Mr. Cronin, you will always be my guide and the leader of the California labor movement, and I have great respect for you."

Hawley said.

However, the bearded man could not hear the slightest respect in his words.

"Then tell me, why did you bring these Chinese workers in?" Cronin did her best to make her voice sound as kind as possible.

"For the sake of the Knights of Labor, sir." Hawley replied in a calm tone.

Cronin knew that if he continued to say this, he would not be able to say anything.

So, he began to test Holly's bottom line:

"If I ask you to get these Chinese workers out now, are you willing to do it?"

"Okay." With that, Hawley turned and walked out of the door of the office cabin, and the officers were also behind him.

In the office, Cronin was the only one left.

The bearded man sat down in a chair.

Sure enough, he brought it out by himself, and it's only been a few days, and there is no longer such a president in his eyes.

He decided to give this boy who didn't know how thick the sky was to show a little color.

Cronin finds Bader.

"Head, you're finally remembering me?"

Beder looked at the bearded man with a wistful look.

Ever since the bearded man fully trusted Hawley, he hadn't seen much of the leader of the Knights of California Labor.

"Go, find a way to convene a meeting, bring together the earliest members of the union, and I'm going to announce something very important at the meeting."

The bearded man didn't even have a word of comfort, and gave the order directly to Bed.

Meanwhile, in the secluded back garden of Hanif's house, Hawley is drinking afternoon tea with Hanif.

"Leave it to me." Hanif closed the newspaper in his hand and picked up the coffee on the table next to him, "The boss has explained that you won't be allowed to touch dirty things." ”

He walked past Hawley and patted the blonde young man on the shoulder like a big brother.

Two days later, at night.

Cronin sat in his office, suddenly feeling a little unsettled.

He was about to leave for the meeting grounds.

It's still the warehouse next to the dock.

For the past two days, the bearded man has been wandering around the union below, trying to see if Hawley has cleared the Chinese workers as he wanted.

But in the past two days, Holly and the others have not held any rallying activities.

Therefore, he could not conclude whether the young man had done what he had instructed him to do.

The bearded man glanced at the clock in the corner of his office.

It's almost time, it's time to go.

When he walked out the door, he found that the outside was already covered in fog.

The street lamps emitted a hazy light in the fog, faintly and faintly.

Cronin rode his horse through the fog.

Everything around him was hazy and indistinct.

Just as he couldn't see the specific situation of the Knights of California Labor right now.

The closer you get to the pier, the bigger the fog becomes.

Cronin had no time to find a reference, so he could only follow the coast, by feeling, all the way to the pier.

There are no pedestrians on the road.

However, as he walked, Cronin suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves faintly behind him.

The sound of the horse's hooves is obviously not the horse under his crotch.

He stopped his horse and looked back.

Nothing but a dense fog.

And the sound of horses' hooves suddenly stopped.

Cronin turned around and moved on.

But, as he set out, the sound of the horse's hooves sounded again.

This time, he heard it right.

Behind him, there are indeed people, and they have been following him.

When he goes, he goes behind; He stops, and then he stops.

Sweat ran down his back.

Cronin's hand subconsciously reached into his arms.

There was a revolver there.

Used for self-defense.

The bearded man took a deep breath and jerked around again.

He drew his gun and pointed it at the black mist:

"Who? Come out! Cronin roared under his breath.

No one answered him, there was no sound of horses' hooves or human voices, and there was no sound of birds all around.

Cronin didn't think it was a way to go on like this.

He lifted the reins and kicked the horse in the belly, sending it galloping through the fog.

However, the night is dark, foggy.

It's not a good idea to ride fast with such poor visibility.

Cronin's horse stepped into a pit and threw him out.

The bearded man struggled to his feet and touched his forehead.

There is bad news and good news.

The bad news is that his head is broken and his hands are now covered in blood.

The good news is that when he looked up, he saw the façade of a building appear in front of him.

This happens to be the location of today's rally – the dock warehouse.

He couldn't know more about this warehouse.

Cronin tidied up his clothes.

He walked all the way against the wall, and soon found the side door of the warehouse.

Usually, that's where they entered.

At this time, outside the warehouse, no movement can be seen or heard.

It seemed that Bader and the elders had already entered the venue and were ready.

Cronin walked slowly to the door.

He looked back again, then let out a long sigh of relief.

It's finally at your destination, it's damn weather!

Cronin raised his hand, pointed to the door, and knocked lightly six times.

The side door creaked open.

A dark figure appeared in the crack of the door: "Come in." ”

Cronin walked through the door without thinking.

However, the scene in front of him in the next second may not be forgotten in his life.

The warehouse is almost entirely full of Chinese workers.

More than a hundred yellow faces turned to him at the same time.

"Welcome to the union rally, Mr. Cronin!"

Hawley stood on the stage and said to him.