Over the next two months, San Francisco's newspapers continued to dig up Dennis's "treasure" subject.

It just so happened that during this time, nothing else was going on in the city that attracted much attention.

And so, Dennis's nightmare continued.

If before he was only a little famous among the workers, now he is well known to all the citizens.

The townspeople would look at him with this strange look.

It made him feel like a man.

Every morning when he wakes up, Dennis sees reporters squatting in front of his house.

"Mr. Dennis, is it true that someone said you can eat sixteen potatoes in one meal?"

"Mr. Dennis! Someone broke the news to us that you had black boxing in Los Angeles, is there such a thing? ”

At first, Dennis chose to ignore these people.

He would hurried between them, without saying a word, to the office of the Workers' Party.

He couldn't make a defense.

Some are real, some are fake.

However, as long as there is truth, what is false also becomes true.

Dennis has a hard time talking.

Until, a reporter from the California Wanderer, behind him, asked a very excessive question:

"Mr. Dennis, I heard that you have a unique fetish and are only interested in horses, right? Otherwise, why don't you have a wife and children by now? ”

It's a person who can't bear it.

Dennis spun around and punched the reporter in the face.

He beat the reporter hard.

The reporter was beaten, but he was very happy:

"The famous leader of San Francisco brutally beat a well-meaning journalist, and there is reason to believe that our problems have touched the depths of his soul."

Dennis once tried to prove his innocence through legal means.

He sued a dozen newspapers in San Francisco court for defamation.

But because the Labour Party leader was notorious with lawyers and the courts, no one wanted to take his case.

Dennis was exhausted.

He thought that he should have a strong heart, and his subordinates also reminded him that this kind of thing, as long as he kept a low profile, it would pass after a while.

But the low profile does not fit Dennis's character.

Without passionate speeches, without strikes, without workers following him, his life would be meaningless.

Inevitably, however, the membership of the California Workers' Party, after a brief rise in the Knights of Labor's split with the addition of the "madhouse" faction, began to decline sharply.

Most workers are simply unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and they are reluctant to follow a controversial leader, especially if he is not yet able to prove his innocence.

What's more, the Knights of Labor of California next door are carrying out drastic reforms under the leadership of a new leader.

It is said that there will be a big move soon.

This brought Dennis to the brink of collapse.

He could not imagine that the Workers' Party, which he had painstakingly run for so many years, would gradually disappear like this.

He hadn't slept well for almost a month, and every day he woke up feeling like something was flying in front of him.

Dennis decided to go all-in.

He was going to organize another rally on the familiar sand, and use his past exploits to awaken the support of the workers for him.

The day of the rally finally arrived.

Dennis arrives at the venue in the sand with a black eye under his eyes.

It was the first meeting place he used when he first came to San Francisco.

Ten years ago, it was also here that a group of Irish brothers stormed Chinatown.

At that time, the participants stood all over the sand, and the mayor of San Francisco also rushed to stand for himself.

But now, there are really not many people in the audience.

Except for the "madhouse" and the hardliners of the labor group, he had never seen many of the rest.

It's not because new workers are on board.

It's because these people aren't workers at all.

Some of them were small craftsmen in the neighborhood, small business owners and other San Francisco citizens.

Most of these people are close to see the excitement.

Of course, there are also those reporters who come to get the material.

"When I was little, every time my father ate, he wouldn't allow me to waste a little."

"He told me that when I was in Ireland, my two uncles were starving to death."

"We've traveled across the ocean, we've come to New York, we've crossed the whole of America, we've got here."

"It's a magical and hopeful country, and my parents and I believe that we can live a good life with our own hands."

"But we still don't have enough to eat, we don't have enough clothes."

"I thought about it for a long time, those capitalists are greedy, but the most important reason is that those Chinese workers from the East have lost the capital to negotiate with those capitalists."

Looking at the audience, Dennis took a deep breath.

"Have you ever seen a Chinese worker who only eats half a meal a day? Have you ever seen a Chinese worker whose hands were ground to the bone, but who did not say a word? Have you ever seen your companion buried under an avalanche and still working the next day? ”

"I've seen it!! They don't think of themselves as human beings at all! We can't do that, and we can't compete with them in this regard. ”

"So, Chinese! Gotta go! ”

"If they don't leave, this West Coast, in the future, our descendants will be expelled from this place."

The people in the audience listened to Dennis's speech and were stunned.

Listening to what he said, it seems to be the case, but isn't he admitting that the white race is inferior to the yellow race?

Is Dennis crazy?

"Your logic is ridiculous!"

A group of people suddenly appeared on the periphery of the venue.

Led by Holly, Wang Qingfu walked side by side with him.

They were followed by members of the Knights of California Labor.

Some of them are white, and some are Chinese workers.

Wang Qingfu stood a few meters away from the platform and loudly refuted Dennis:

"What is the act of being oppressed and not looking for the reason from yourself, but transferring the hatred to others? You are afraid that you will not be able to outrun others, so you take out your gun and shoot your opponent, which is a naked banditry! ”

Dennis saw Wang Qingfu, and his eyes were on fire.

He is a man who is easily provoked.

"Shut up, inferior!"

"I don't think Chinese workers are inferior!" Hawley, the leader of the California Knights of Workers, suddenly began to speak, and he pointed to the energetic Chinese workers behind him, "They are brothers, everyone here has contributed to the construction of this country!" ”

"They all have legal citizenship."

This sentence sparked a wave of discussion in the audience.

After the bill came out, didn't it say that Chinese people were no longer allowed to have American citizenship? Where did such a large number of Chinese workers with legal citizenship come from?

"Less! You're a liar! How is it possible for these people to have citizenship? Dennis laughed.

His laughter was starting to get a little nervous.

"We have!" A Chinese worker stepped forward and pulled out the identification documents that the New Mexico court had handled for them.

Others have followed suit.

The audience was taken aback again.

I didn't expect these people to be citizens just like themselves!

Hawley raised his hand and motioned for everyone to listen to him.

He was found holding a letter-like object in his hand.

"Before you say I'm a liar, would you like to explain what this letter is all about?" Hawley's face was missing the smile of the sun, and his face sank like water.

The letter in Hawley's hand, Dennis looked a little familiar.

In particular, the postmark on that envelope.

It was written to himself by the mayor of San Francisco more than a decade ago.

But the letter should have been lost a long time ago, how could it be in Hawley's hands?!

Dennis's head went blank.

If that letter is true, then half of my life's hard work will be in vain.

Hawley first showed the postmark on the envelope, then slowly took the trust out of the envelope and began to recite it.

This letter was indeed written by the previous mayor to Dennis.

The mayor needs to be re-elected, he needs votes, and he needs more people to support him, so he asked Dennis to set up a target for him, for example, Chinese, after arousing the emotions of the citizens, he will come to the platform to get support.

Now, the audience can be regarded as a fried pot.

Especially the old members of the Labour Party, they can't accept that Dennis has been playing on them for so many years.

"You bastard!"

"You're a liar! Deceived us for more than a decade! ”

The scolding came and went.

The reporter also became excited, fanning the flames and scolding at the same time.

Dennis's subordinates desperately glared at Dennis, making him flatly deny that the letter was true.

But in the face of these workers who have known each other for more than ten years, but now they point their noses and scold themselves.

Dennis stood still, his gaze stopped.

Just when people thought he was stupid.

Dennis suddenly made a shocking move.

He put a very weird smile on his face, then walked to the edge of the stage, unbuttoned his pants, revealed the "water gun", and began to urinate the people in the audience.

"You fools! The Chinese are here! It's time to conquer the world! You don't understand anything! ”

Dennis's eyes began to go wild, and the "water gun" began to sweep up.

He's really crazy.

Another two months passed.

A young Chinese dressed in formal attire appeared at St. Elizabeth's Mental Hospital.

His name is Chen Jianqiu.

This man sent many patients to St. Elizabeth and also funded a mental hospital.

Therefore, the dean, who is also the chief psychiatric doctor, personally accompanied Chen Jianqiu on his visit here.

From the outside, the psychiatric hospital looks like a place full of flowers, green leaves, and a quiet and peaceful place, but the feeling of walking inside is different.

From time to time, there would be screams and all sorts of nervous laughter, as well as a lot of hysterical roars and crying.

"How's my sick guys?"

Chen Jianqiu and the dean strolled through the courtyard, asking as they walked.

The dean looked at a young doctor behind him.

"From time to time, the seven would visit each other and talk about the idea that the Chinese union would replace the white workers as the masters of California; They failed because they didn't have weapons ready or anything, and at the same time, they were going to re-establish an organization."

The dean's face was full of disdain.

It's not uncommon for a group of people to set up an organization, and there are people who naturally think of themselves as kings.

"Increase the dose!"

(End of chapter)