The core members of the Order of Labor received a shocking news the next day:

Cronin, the founder and former leader of the Knights of California, was imprisoned in St. Elizabeth's Psychiatric Hospital for "treatment" and his return date was undecided.

All the affairs of the Knights are temporarily represented by the Vice President Holly.

The attitudes of the key members of the Order were polarized on this matter.

Some are Cronin's core fans.

Call them "diehards".

They are staunch anti-Chinese and white supremacist racists.

These people firmly believe that this is a conspiracy.

With what they knew about the former leader, Cronin would never allow Chinese workers to join the Knights of California Labor.

Hawley is an opportunist, unscrupulous in order to get to the top, and chooses to go along with those humble Chinese workers!

Others raised their hands to welcome Hawley as the new leader.

In addition to the undercover agents of the border detective agency, these people also include some old members who are dissatisfied with Cronin.

Because Huo used his abilities to prove that he was stronger than Cronin.

They have always believed that the problem of Chinese workers is a trap set by those bosses.

These labor leaders on the West Coast are either ill-intentioned or have low IQs, and they are eager to drill into it with their workers.

The two factions had a heated altercation at the second labor meeting after Hawley's appointment.

The two sides stood on either side of the platform, with a one-man wide aisle in between.

They were talking and slashing in the air, spitting stars and starling, and buttoning each other's hats.

The former was derided as a "madhouse" for supporting Cronin, who was sent to a psychiatric hospital.

The latter is known as the "Yellow-Haired Sweetheart Pie".

Because the rough old men of the "madhouse faction" think that Holly has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and does not look like a worker at all, but like a sweetheart played by rich women.

The person in question, Hawley, stood aside and watched coldly.

In his opinion, compared to his teacher and eldest brother, the attack power of these people needs to be increased.

The quarrel was obviously unpleasant for the workers and masters.

Even parliaments can fight, let alone in trade unions.

In the "Madhouse" faction, a mouthful of old phlegm from a person's mouth flew across the aisle to the opposite face.

The aisle vanished in an instant.

The two sides scuffled together.

"Smack!"

A gunshot rang out in the warehouse.

People on both sides subconsciously shrank their necks.

A ray of sunlight shone through a hole in the roof.

Everyone looked at the stage.

Hawley had a revolver in his hand, the muzzle of which was still smoking.

"Everyone's pretty much discussed, right?"

He jumped off the stage and walked to the side of the "madhouse" faction.

In the face of the angry workers, Hawley spoke:

"You all entered the union before me, and I have great respect for everyone."

He had a smile on his face.

That ray of sunlight shrouded his face, making his smile look extra warm.

Then, however, Hawley changed gear.

"I'm here today, though, to say something."

"Whether you have any personal opinions about me or are dissatisfied with those Chinese workers, the cooperation with Chinese workers will not end."

"Times have changed, and Cronin's attempt to expel all Chinese workers from this country is futile! During this time, all deportations against Chinese workers have failed! ”

He turned his head and glanced at the Chinese workers who were scattered in the crowd.

These people are all from Roswell.

Chen Jianqiu selected some Chinese workers with good qualifications and good foundations.

He spent more than two years enlightening and edifying them.

And these people, when Hawley returned to California, were uniformly sent to the factory in California.

Basically, each of them will be in charge of one or two factories, influencing the other Chinese workers in their factories in any way they can.

If there is a situation where the penetration is not effective because of the resistance of the ideological work.

Under Chen Jianqiu's instructions, Niu San would go directly from Roswell to the factory to the Chinese workers.

"We have a common enemy, and only by working together can we have greater power!" Hawley continued.

His words won the unanimous applause of the "yellow-haired sweetheart" behind him.

If you are bullied by the strong, you will bully the weaker weaker.

This in itself is a very nonsense logic.

However, these words do not convince the "madhouse".

"You're a traitor! Traitor! ”

One of them pointed at Hawley's nose and cursed.

A white-bearded old man in khaki bib glared at Hawley fiercely.

He was Cronin's die-hard loyalist, and he had been following the bearded man since he was very early on, but he had a stubborn personality and was not very well received.

"Boy! You keep in mind for me, Cronin's account, and we'll settle it with you sooner or later! ”

However, Hawley glanced up at the second floor.

Suddenly there appeared a group of workers with guns.

Chen Jianqiu taught him:

If it doesn't make sense, use money, and if you don't have money, use guns.

The people on the first floor also saw the workers with guns.

There was some commotion in the crowd of the "madhouse faction".

"Don't be afraid, they don't dare to shoot!" The white-bearded old man tried to stabilize everyone.

He turned his head and yelled at the smiling Holly, "Bastard! Kind of shoot it?! ”

His chest was heaving violently, his face was stiff, and he looked like he was looking terrible.

"We're all worker brothers, and we're not going to shoot." "A Chinese friend of mine told me a proverb from their country, 'The Tao is not the same,' so."

He pointed to the door.

"Everyone, please!"

The white-bearded old man discussed with the other leaders around him, and then left the warehouse with his own people scolding.

"President, does their departure mean that the Labor Knights have been completely divided? I fear that if they stir up the emotions of the workers, the Order of Labor will fall apart. ”

Looking at the back of the group of people leaving, Bed, who was behind Hawley, asked worriedly.

"Rest assured, the workers' ideas are simple and simple. Who wins, who they support, who gives them benefits, who they follow. ”

In the weeks that followed, the workers' representatives of the "madhouse" did not rest on their laurels.

Under the organization of the white-bearded old man, the core of five people gathered in a beer hall in private.

"That yellow hair is so annoying, the hair hasn't grown yet, so he dares to teach us old people a lesson!"

"yes, when he came in, he was just a guy who was fired from the explosives factory."

"If you want to blame Cronin for being blind!"

"Why don't we come out and form an organization on our own?"

"I don't think so, you don't see how Hawley cleaned up those small organizations, I suggest that we join the California Workers' Party collectively!"

"We're a small organization?"

There were a lot of beer bottles on the table, but the four of them couldn't come up with a complete idea.

In the end, their eyes stopped at the white-bearded old man who had not spoken and had been drinking.

"Uncle, you are the oldest, you can give an idea." Said a workers' representative.

"Isn't there just a gun? Hmph, who doesn't have a gun? The white-bearded old man's eyes were red from drinking, and he said viciously.

I don't know if it was because of the blood or the smell of alcohol, the old man "rubbed" and stood up from the stool.

"Brothers! We have followed Mr. Cronin for so many years, and fought for the workers for so many years, how can we let him pick peaches as a yellow-haired boy? ”

The old man "the old man chatted about the boyish madness", waving his fists, spitting stars and flying sideways.

"We can't give in! You should fight him! Organize a riot! Yes."

"Yes, I want you to fuck you!"

The old man was halfway through his sentence when he was greeted with a curse from a young drinker at the next table.

The drinker scolded while wiping the old man's spit on his face.

The leading big brother was scolded, and the little brothers naturally did not agree.

The other four stood up one after another.

"Who are you talking about? You bastard, you have the ability, you can say another thing? One of them pointed to the nose of the drinker at the next table.

Not to be outdone, there were quite a few people at the table, and the two sides were evenly matched.

"It's you guys who scold you guys of nonsense!" He continued to curse.

The old man with the white beard was disturbed by a drinker.

But is it said that emotions are calmed down?

His face flushed.

The old man had already been persuaded by his own speech.

He seems to have returned to his youth overnight, the age when he saw that anyone who didn't like him stepped forward to do it.

"Bang!"

A bottle flew straight onto the young drinker's head, smashing him dizzy.

"Come on! Little Bunny! Let you see the power of Lao Tzu! Let Lao Tzu teach you young people how to behave! ”

The old man stood on the stool with one foot on the table and one foot on the table, his face beaming.

Then, he was smashed down by three empty beer bottles.

(End of chapter)