"If you want to gamble and lose, there's no need to be sad."

In the yard of Rockefeller's mansion in Terry City, a suburb of New York, the big-nosed Morgan joked about Rockefeller, who was trimming greenery.

"Who told you I lost? I'm not dead, and even if I do, my son isn't dead! Rockefeller took the scissors and said angrily.

"You're a debt." Morgan found a chair in the courtyard and sat down.

Two old men who were more than one hundred and twenty years old together.

To outsiders, the financial tycoon is a hot-tempered tyrant who is not good at words; The oil tycoon, on the other hand, has a serious personality and is not a man of words.

But in private, the two have another side.

Especially when you're older.

"By the way, why do you keep holding on to Chen Jianqiu?" Morgan asked a little puzzled, "It's obviously a hard stubble, why bother, isn't it good to make money together?" ”

"Are you here to be a lobbyist for him?" Rockefeller asked angrily.

"Hey, people are winning now, where do you need me to be a lobbyist?" Morgan teased the oil tycoon's nerves with his own words, "I'm just curious." ”

"If he gains power, we're all doomed." Rockefeller straightened up and looked at the green plant he had just trimmed, "Not only are we doomed, but our children and grandchildren are doomed." ”

"Don't be so sure." Morgan said.

Just then, a maid appeared at the entrance to the garden.

"Sir, it's time to go to church." She said respectfully, "The car is ready for you." ”

Rockefeller changed his clothes, and the two men walked out of the door of the mansion.

A Ford "T" car is parked at the gate.

"You also bought Chen Jianqiu's car?" Morgan laughed dumbly.

"Didn't you buy it?" Rockefeller glanced at him angrily, "I would like to build my own one, but the gang under me is useless." ”

In the corner of the yard, there was an identical "T" car.

Rockefeller boarded his car.

He thought for a moment, turned back again, and said with a serious expression:

"The reason why I make such a judgment is because most of them, whether it is Chen himself or his ethnic group, are not religious."

"They are not in the same faith as ours, they are infidels, and this is forever irreconcilable!"

From ancient times to the present, if there is a conflict of interest in this world, if there is a conflict of interest, it will be a river of blood.

For example, the Crusades, for example, the Thirty Years' War, and so on.

This kind of thing will not change because of the development of technology.

People always like to impose some of their own ideas on others.

Freedom of belief is not as simple as talking.

When McKinley officially began his second term, there was a pause between the two factions of the Republican Party.

Both sides are busy with their own business.

Until, the emergence of an event made things change.

Western Texas State Border, Fort Stockton.

Compared to New Mexico, which is lined with factories next door, it is much more traditional and mainly based on animal husbandry.

About a decade ago, the first Chinese crossed the state border to buy land and settle here.

Life is not only about guns and factories, but also about cattle and sheep and distant places.

Unlike New Mexico, Texas has a lot more populists and more extreme views.

The local residents were apparently not very welcoming to the arrival of the Chinese, even though they were all American citizens and had purchased land.

They formed an organization called the "Anti-Invasion Alliance" and found the leaders of the local Chinese, hoping that the Chinese would leave.

The local Chinese leader is called Lin Sanshan, who used to be a squad leader in Chen Jianqiu's Longxiang group, and later got married, planning to find a farm or ranch to live a more leisurely life.

Chen Jianqiu was very supportive of his choice, and at the same time, he stayed under him for a long time, and gave him a settling-in fee.

With this man in the lead, the white people who came to the door, suddenly found that things were a little tricky.

Different from the previous stereotype of being wooden, honest, and unarmed, these Chinese all carried guns.

The outcome of the negotiations was inconclusive.

Lin Sanshan couldn't figure out why he bought the land himself, these white people still had to find trouble.

So, he and the Chinese who came here decisively refused.

Texas is also a place full of martial virtues, after all, it was the first to be independent and worked with Mexicans for a while.

The two sides fought.

Then the local whites found out about the second "surprise".

These Chinese seem to have received military training and are well defended.

The whites lost three games in a row, paying the price of 5 dead and 8 wounded, while the Chinese suffered no casualties.

Local residents took the Chinese to court in San Antonio for intentional homicide.

In the absence of the defendants, the court sentenced several Chinese to be hanged.

However, the verdict was confirmed, but the court said that it did not have enough police to enforce the sentence.

Residents of Fort Stockton! Now you are righteous! Go and bring the thugs to justice yourself.

But the problem is that it can't be beaten, and the governor has no intention of activating the state militia.

The hefty bounty is on the line.

But the Chinese here are very united, neither the sheriff nor the bounty hunter have the courage to enter the Chinese ghetto and arrest people.

So, in the end, it didn't work.

Ten years have passed, and the number of Chinese living in Fort Stockton has become more and more numerous.

However, the relationship between the local whites and the Chinese has not improved in the slightest.

The settlements on both sides split Fort Stockton in two, and the two sides did not communicate with each other.

One morning in 1900.

The first rays of the sun at Fort Stockton hit the streets of the Chinese ghetto.

Lin Sanshan wore a gray cloth horse coat and walked along the street as usual.

There weren't many early risers on the road, but everyone who saw Lin Sanshan would greet him.

As a Chinese leader who dominated the neighborhood for ten years, his prestige here is unmatched.

Looking at the shopkeepers who were tearing down the door panels and preparing to open, Lin Sanshan was very pleased.

He did not fail to live up to Mr. Chen's expectations.

Suddenly, a young man in a vest ran out from the corner of the street and ran in front of Lin Sanshan.

He gasped and looked a little flustered.

Lin Sanshan looked him up and down and frowned:

"What happened? Panicked? ”

"Huang, the condition of the second aunt of the Huang family has not improved at all, on the contrary, it has worsened, and black herpes have appeared all over her body, and she is about to die!"

Lin Sanshan was shocked:

Sure enough, it's 'nuclear disease'!

The so-called 'nuclear disease' is the plague, the Black Death that once made the whole world tremble.

"Has anyone else been in contact with him other than his family?" Lin Sanshan asked with a serious expression.

The man shook his head:

"According to your instructions, she has been isolated in solitary form, and the family who took care of her is also very careful, and there are no similar symptoms at present."

Lin Sanshan nodded:

"In the morning, let everyone stop being busy with other things and organize the extermination of rats! Sanitize with quicklime, in addition, if you can go back to your farm or pasture, go back, don't make a fuss! ”

The plague also appeared from time to time at the end of the nineteenth century.

Due to the high movement of people, there have also been occasional cases in Juarez and Roswell.

But Chen Jianqiu's reaction was quick.

After learning the news, they immediately took isolation measures for the pathogen and sanitized the surrounding environment of the source of the disease, so it did not cause large-scale transmission.

As Chen Jianqiu's former subordinate and the main executor of policies, Lin Sanshan is very familiar with all operations.

The Chinese in the town quickly jumped into action.

They put on their masks and began to work on every nook and cranny of their homes.

In the end, except for the second aunt of the Huang family who was infected at the beginning, no one else was infected.

And the local white people who lived next door also noticed the change here.

The white mayor sent someone close to see what was going on.

Then, they saw Lin Sanshan and others wearing masks and cremating the body of the second aunt of the Huang family.

In fact, the Chinese in the United States are still accustomed to burial, but according to Chen Jianqiu, extraordinary methods should be used at extraordinary times.

When Juarez was plagued, he burned the bodies of about twenty or so sick people.

As a result, there is an unwritten rule on the southwestern border:

In normal times, burials are still supported, as long as the family can find land; But in a special moment such as the pandemic, cremation is necessary.

In Lin Sanshan's opinion, this is not an unusual thing.

But in the eyes of the Caucasian who was secretly aiming, it was tantamount to a catastrophe that was coming.

He stumbled back to the chapel.

"The devil, the devil has come to the world! Those yellow-skinned, yellow-skinned Chinese, the plague, the plague is spreading among them! ”