Familiar warehouses, familiar gas lamps, familiar platforms.

However, none of the workers in the audience knew the bearded man.

These Chinese workers looked at Cronin who came in through the side door, some with indifferent expressions, and some with doubts in their eyes.

However, their eyes are obviously not very friendly.

The bearded man's forward footsteps stopped.

Because he saw that there were several workers on the second floor, carrying a few rifles on their shoulders.

One of the Chinese workers subconsciously touched the gun.

There was no further action at all for the other people carrying guns.

The bearded Cronin turned his head and ran.

The Chinese worker holding the door was about to close.

The bearded man took a few steps forward, pushed the Chinese worker open with his shoulder, and slammed out the door.

He stumbled into the misty night, not caring for his horse.

After a while, Bader appeared at the door of the warehouse with a group of people.

When he pushed the door open, he saw the same sight as a bearded man.

Bead was confused, and was about to ask why Hawley and the Chinese workers were here.

Hawley had already come to them and spoke first:

"Why are you here?" The blonde young man asked, with his hands in his pockets, a slight reproach in his tone.

"Well, when we were out of town, we bumped into a couple of policemen patrolling the night, stopped us, and asked why we were wandering around in the middle of the night." Beder shook his head.

"What do you say? Didn't reveal where we were meeting, did it? Hawley frowned.

"Well, of course not, we're all very experienced in dealing with this kind of thing." Bader walked into the warehouse with the "veterans", "but it was a long delay." ”

He glanced around the table, but found Cronin.

However, apart from him, the other core personnel are all here.

Vice President Holly, and the other officers, there are quite a few.

"Hasn't the president come yet?" Bader asked.

"I've been here, but I'm going to leave again soon." Hawley glanced at the side door.

"Oh, he said he had something very important to announce." Beder sighed.

"He told me that he wasn't there, so I'll announce it." Hawley walked to the stage.

He looked at the Chinese workers in the audience and the old men of the Labor Knights:

"Starting today, the Knights of California Labor officially accept Chinese workers to join the union and jointly carry out the next strike action!"

The bearded man ran aimlessly through the fog.

Over the years, he still knows very well what his attitude is towards Chinese workers and what they have done.

If there is one person who Chinese workers in California hate the most, Denis Carney, the leader of the California Labor Party, is counted as one, and he is counted as the other.

He was afraid that the Chinese workers with guns would chase him out and shoot him in the head.

After all, at night in the suburbs of San Francisco, it is normal for a few shots to be fired and a few people die.

Cronin ran for a while before stopping.

It was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers, and he didn't know where he had run.

Cronin did not choose to go back to his apartment.

It was dark and foggy, and after a period of running around, he couldn't find his way.

Second, he really doesn't dare to go back now.

Hawley must have come prepared for this.

He remembered that he had told him to keep an eye on O'Neill, but O'Neill had died in Stone Springs.

He said that he was beaten to death by Chinese workers, who would believe it?

Cronin touched in the dark for a long time, and his fingers finally touched a cold, hard thing.

It's like a slate.

So he sat down against the slate.

Sleepiness hits.

Cronin slowly closed his eyes.

He fell asleep.

"Hey, hey, where is this homeless guy, get out of here! Is this where you sleep? ”

The next morning, the bearded Cronin was woken up by a burst of curses.

The sky was already dawn and the morning fog was still there, but it was gradually dissipating as the sun rose.

An old man in ragged clothes, with a shovel in his hand, was glaring at him with his only eye.

His other eye was already blind and the wound was horrible.

When the old man saw Cronin staring at him, he scolded angrily: "What do you see? I was blinded by the bombing of Gettysburg twenty years ago, and if it weren't for these goddamn Yankees, I would still be able to live out my old age there. ”

"Instead of looking at the cemetery here." He lowered his head and scooped up a handful of dirt with a shovel.

When Cronin heard this, he hurriedly looked back.

It's a stone slab, but it's also a tombstone.

He got up from the ground and looked around.

There are a bunch of similarly shaped tombstones erected all around.

Last night, I panicked and ran into a cemetery in the suburbs, and then slept in front of someone else's grave all night.

Cronin secretly sighed, patted the dirt on his buttocks, and walked out of the cemetery.

He decided to go to his rented place first to see what was going on.

Cronin walked out into the street, got on a tram, and got off and walked two blocks to his apartment.

He hid on a street corner, cautiously observing his surroundings.

It was early in the morning and there weren't many pedestrians on the streets.

However, when Cronin fixed his eyes, he suddenly felt a suffocation.

Around his apartment, when did there suddenly become so many yellow-skinned Chinese?!

Directly below his apartment building, two Chinese people were smoking cigarettes and communicating something; In the clothing store opposite the apartment building, a Chinese person is carrying a bucket and scrubbing the glass, but I have the impression that the clothing store opposite has never had a Chinese employee!

Damn, where the hell did these people come from?

They don't look like Chinese workers, but Bao Buqi is a Chinese gangster in Chinatown.

Cronin probed his brain in the street.

However, his beard is too conspicuous.

One of the two Chinese downstairs seemed to have spotted him.

One of them put his hand into his clothes; The other, too, threw down his cigarette and walked towards the corner where Cronin was hiding.

Seeing this, Cronin didn't say a word, turned around and ran.

It's a wild run again.

Passers-by looked at him with strange eyes.

All they saw was a bearded man running down the street.

Running in a panic, running in a frenzy.

But no one seemed to be chasing him.

After running for a while, Cronin found that the two Chinese were not chasing after him, so he slowly stopped and hid on the corner of the street panting.

The headquarters of the Labor Corps will definitely not be able to go back now.

These Chinese can keep an eye on where they live, and they will definitely not let it go there.

Damn Moody (Hawley), in order to seize power, unscrupulous means, and Chinese workers are in cahoots!

Cronin thought about it and made a decision that he would never have made before.

He decided to go to his sworn enemy, Danny Dennis, the leader of the California Labor Party.

As two of the largest union organizations in California.

There is a delicate process of change in the relationship between the Knights of Labor and the California Workers' Party.

The Workers' Party is a local organization, and the Knights of Labor are considered a foreign branch.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon does not suppress the head snake.

In the earliest days, the well water on both sides did not interfere with the river water, guarded each other's own territory, adhered to the norms, and on strike matters, the union should be united, and the negotiations should be discussed.

The watershed was the emergence of Hawley.

First, he joined the Knights in the territory of the Workers' Party.

Subsequently, the blonde young man and the undercover agents of the Border Detective Agency swept away all trade unions except the Workers' Party and incorporated them into the Knights of Labor.

In this way, both sides completely turned their faces.

If Hawley hadn't been ordered to go to Wyoming, I'm afraid that Dennis's Workers' Party would have been co-opted by Hawley or driven out of California.

During this time, Cronin was like a king about to rule the world, and his attitude towards Dennis was very arrogant.

He rejected all Dennis' requests for a joint strike, and told him mercilessly:

In California, the affairs of the union have to listen to the Labor Knights, and they have to listen to him Cronin, otherwise, it will be difficult to move an inch.

Now, however, the swaggering "leader" is standing at the gate of the Workers' Party headquarters.

(End of chapter)