Seeing that the governor and Chen Jianqiu rushed downstairs one after another, the remaining businessmen and Mr. Mayor on the bell tower platform knew that it was time to run away no matter how slow they reacted.

They scrambled to the stairs.

However, the staircase is unusually narrow, allowing at most one person to pass side by side at a time.

None of these wealthy businessmen want to be left behind.

So a wrestling tournament began at the top of the staircase.

Everyone knew that if they were too late, they would be caught by the angry workers.

A fat beating is inevitable.

In case the scene gets out of control, it is not impossible to be hung with a street lamp.

These wealthy businessmen have a clear understanding of what they do on a daily basis.

Who doesn't have a dirty thing on their hands?

They usually eat all over the body, and at this time they are fighting for the entrance of the building.

For a while, people turned on their backs, full of ugliness, and there was no gentleman appearance in the past.

"Robert! You rabbit cub, my sister is your mother anyway, do you treat your uncle like this? An older timber merchant was pushed off the shoulders of another fat man, and sat on the ground with his ass cursing.

The latter didn't even look at the old man, and went down the stairs with a "bang".

He came out on top, and was the first to rush to the first floor.

Then, the fat man was dumbfounded.

"Where's my carriage?"

He rushed out of the gate, stood in the street, looked around blankly, and shouted.

"Carriage! Carriage! ”

However, no one responded to him.

The carriage and groom were gone.

The wealthy businessmen behind him also ran to the door one after another.

They faced the same predicament as the fat man, and the carriage they were riding in did not know where to go.

"These bastards aren't going to leave us behind, are they?" Eugene Dupont, the owner of a California explosives factory, scolded.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

Because from the other side of the street, the shouts of the procession were heard.

The San Francisco police team leading the way appeared around the corner.

They saw the wealthy business owners standing in the street at a loss.

"They're there!" A policeman pointed in the direction of the wealthy businessmen and shouted.

In an instant, the policemen turned from walking to running as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and rushed over in a swarm.

"Don't let the mayor and governor go! They're going to kill us! We're looking for an explanation! ”

When the rich merchants saw this, they didn't care about any carriage or carriage, and they ran away.

These people are pampered on weekdays, and they are served in and out, and they can outrun the policemen who chase criminals all year round and the workers who work all the time.

Soon several "crane tails" were caught up.

"Where are the mayors and governors? Say it! The workers pushed the men to the ground and asked.

"You are violating the laws of California by doing so, and you will be severely punished by the law!" The fat man who was the first to go downstairs just now tried to maintain his image.

A group of workers rushed up and pressed the fat man underneath.

"Why didn't you talk about the law when you asked people to deduct my working hours? Why didn't you talk about the law when you asked the overseer to beat me? A lumberjack scolded as he beat him.

After leaving a bunch of people to "entertain" these guys who usually work for Wei, Duncan continued to chase forward with the vanguard.

Eugene DuPont panicked.

He cursed the governor a thousand times in his heart.

Staying well at DuPont's headquarters in Delaware, the old bastard had to send a telegram calling him from the east.

I crossed the whole of the United States, is that what I came to beat?

Besides, what does it matter to him that Governor Pinkerton is planning to do something? He didn't participate in the decision-making in the middle!

However, Eugene DuPont did not dare to stop and explain to the workers.

The union knew very well that the young workers' leader who was speaking in the square had left the California Explosives Factory.

If you are caught, you will definitely not have good fruit to eat.

Even if you don't get hung street lights, you can't run away if you drag them through the streets.

Thinking of this, Eugene involuntarily turned his head.

It doesn't matter if you don't look back, it almost scared him out of half his life.

The workers and policemen who were chasing him the most were less than a hundred meters away.

Out of nowhere, Eugene burst out of amazing power, lowered his head and began to accelerate again, running forward.

Even if he's run away with a good leather shoe.

However, Eugene knew that he was nearing the end of his crossbow.

He was sweating profusely, panting, and the top two buttons of his shirt had broken at some point.

If you run all the way, you will be caught up sooner or later.

"This way! This way! ”

Suddenly, a voice came from in front of him.

As soon as Eugene looked up, he found that Chen Jianqiu was running slowly and leisurely in front of him, and waved to him.

Eugene followed Chen Jianqiu into an alley, turned another corner, and then stopped.

"Chen, Mr. Chen, you, didn't you leave a long time ago?" Eugene asked, gasping for breath and holding his hands on his knees.

"Contemptible people are not good at running." Chen Jianqiu replied solemnly.

His voice had just fallen.

Another voice came from the mouth of the alley.

"Go in and take a look, I think I saw those two people entering this alley."

"What are you stunned about? Run! ”

Chen Jianqiu started running again.

Eugene couldn't, so he had to follow him.

Running and running, Chen Jianqiu suddenly stopped.

He braked, and Eugene almost hit him in the back.

"What's wrong, Mr. Chen? yue~" Eugene bent down, his hand on the one-and-a-half-height wooden wall beside him, and began to retch.

"Looks like there's someone on the other side." Chen Jianqiu pointed directly in front of them.

Eugene struggled to look up.

There was indeed a group of workers coming towards them from the opposite side.

Some of these workers, some of whom he knew, were workers at his California explosives factory.

If the policemen and workers who chased him just now didn't know the situation and might have been able to let him go, this group of people would never let him go.

The voices behind him were getting closer.

Eugene was desperate.

There is an obstacle in front, and there are pursuers in the back, and there is no escape at both ends.

"Mr. Chen, we're finished." He looked at Chen Jianqiu.

But Chen Jianqiu suddenly smiled evilly at him.

He jumped on the spot, grabbed the top edge of the wall around him with both hands, and then did a pull-up, and the whole person climbed up to the top of the wooden wall.

"I'll go first, bye-bye!" Chen Jianqiu waved goodbye to Eugene, and then disappeared from the wall with a "whoosh".

Eugene was dumbfounded.

Is this a natural skill unique to Chinese businessmen? How it looks like it's easier to climb a wall than to drink saliva.

"Chen, Boss Chen! You, you take me with you! Eugene shouted at the empty wall.

No one responded to him.

Eugene looked at the workers who had already surrounded him:

"You, you wait, I, I have something to say."

Before he could say anything, seven or eight big men had already pinned him to the ground.

The governor was the only one who escaped the scene in a horse-drawn carriage.

At this time, he was already on his way to the militia camp outside the city.

I didn't expect that after being away from the army for so long, I would still have the opportunity to re-command the troops to quell the riot.

Although it is a militia in California, the opponent is not Dixie or Indians, but a mob.

Thinking of this, the governor got out of the carriage with his head and looked behind him.

"You wait for me, wait for me to make your blood flow!"

However, when he arrived at the militia's assembly point, he was stunned by what he saw.

The militiamen were busy with their own business, some were bragging, some were playing cards around the camp's barrels, and some were simply lying on the ground and dozing.

"Didn't you assemble into the city? What are you guys doing here? The governor angrily asked, "Who is your commander?" If you had been a soldier under me, I would have kicked your ass one by one! ”

"Don't babble, you don't even have bullets, what kind of war? What kind of riots? A militiaman leaned on his gun and said lazily to the governor.

It turned out that since the morning, the team that Chen Jianqiu promised to deliver bullets did not appear in the camp at all.

"What about your own bullets? Don't you have bullets yourselves? The governor asked eagerly, not caring why the ammunition had not arrived.

"Joke, when you assemble, you say that you will send bullets, so who will bring your own bullets? Don't you want money then? "The militiaman was still half-dead.

He was even a little impatient: "Sir, if it's really nothing, hurry up and announce that we will disband, I will go back to fishing." ”

And the militia in the camp, it seems that many people hold similar views to him.

The governor suddenly found that his dream had been shattered.

Now let alone quelling the riots, his own personal safety will be in question.

This feeling is really terrible!