"Set off!"

With Jiang Hao's order, the convoy set out again and headed towards the west.

A few days later, they came to a large town, Tucson City, Jiang Hao and the others had already left Mexico and came to Arizona.

“Find a place to rest.”

When Jiang Hao came to the largest hotel in the town, the team settled down, cleaned up and relieved the fatigue of the journey. When Jiang Hao took Jenny and his men to go downstairs to have dinner, he suddenly heard a burst of scolding and scolding, "Fake, you damn yellow monkey, a dirty guy with pig tails, look at the clothes you washed for me, they were broken."

Jiang Hao looked up and found a middle-aged yellow man with a braid on the stairs holding a stack of clothes in his hand, arched his waist and looked humble. A rough white man cursed at him arrogantly.

Jiang Hao could see at a glance that the yellow man with braids was Chinese, and there was no reason, it was just a feeling.

"I didn't wash it clean and I was thinking about asking for money. Go and die. Get out of here now, otherwise I will make you look for teeth all over the ground."

The rough man snatched the clothes from the Chinese's hands, raised his foot and kicked the Chinese in the stomach, causing the Chinese to fall to the ground with a plop. Because of the pain, his body curled up into a shrimp-shaped shape, but he gritted his teeth and did not dare to make a cry of pain, for fear of causing continued beating.

"Hahahaha, damn monkey, puff."

The rough man looked at the Chinese lying on the ground, laughed and laughed, and even spat a mouthful of phlegm at the Chinese.

This period was the most serious period of anti-China in the United States. Chinese people were diligent, hard-working and cheap. During this period, the United States was in an economic crisis and it was difficult to find jobs, so those white people pointed the finger at the Chinese, saying that Chinese people stole their jobs.

To vent, they vent their anger on the Chinese.

Far away, the Chinese are alone and have no roots. In the eyes of these white people, they are inferior people and can be bullied at will. Those politicians are also fueling the fire. In order to gain support and express political correctness, they also criticized and excluded the Chinese.

In 1878, the US Congress passed the "Anti-Chinese Act", but it was rejected by then President Hayes. However, the anti-Chinese movements in full swing were still launched in all parts of the United States, beating, smashing, looting, burning, discriminating and excluding. During this period, Chinese life became extremely difficult.

Jiang Hao has read this information and remembers clearly that after the Chinese Exemption Act was passed in 1882, the life of Chinese people would be even more difficult, with extremely low status, and many were even restricted to a region to live and were not allowed to move around at will. For example, at that time, San Francisco, where the largest Chinese population was at that time, Chinese could only move in Chinatown for a generation, and they were likely to be beaten or even killed by some extreme whites.

When the white man turned around and wanted to go back to the house, Jiang Hao suddenly said, "Stop."

The rough white man immediately stopped and looked at Jiang Hao, with a vigilant look in his eyes, but when he saw the fierce guy behind Jiang Hao, he immediately felt a little cowardly, "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Hao pointed to the Chinese on the ground and said, "How did he mess with you?"

"He is such a damn monkey. I asked him to wash my clothes. I didn't wash it clean and wanted to ask me for money. It's so damn. They should eat feed and not stay in the city." The rough white man said in a dirty language.

Jiang Hao looked at him coldly, "I think you just don't want to pay him the money for washing clothes."

In this era, at the beginning, Chinese participated in railway construction and gold mining. Later, when the railway was completed and the gold rush faded, Chinese began to make a living in other ways. Small shops, laundry rooms, restaurants, clothing stores, etc. came into being.

The white man felt his mind was exposed and he was a little angry, "What's your business? I advise you not to cause trouble for yourself."

Jiang Hao smiled faintly and said to Bill and others behind him: "He is threatening me."

boom!

boom!

A giant man about two meters high walked out behind Jiang Hao, stepping on the stairs with heavy steps, which made the corridor roar endlessly.

Wien clenched the big fist of the casserole and roared: "Boy, you dare to threaten our heads, you are dead."

The rough white man was frightened and subconsciously touched the gun on his waist.

"Bang!"

A bullet shot from the side, which hit the gun on the edge of the rough white man's legs, and suddenly shot the gun and flew out.

Pete picked up the revolver and blew it in his mouth, smiling at the rough man.

"You, what are you going to do? I, I didn't mess with you..."

The white man was so scared that his face was pale, and his voice was trembling.

"Can you apologize? Apologize to him?" Jiang Hao pointed to the Chinese who was still lying on the ground and said.

The white man was stunned: "He is just a yellow-skinned monkey, how could I apologize to him?"

Jiang Hao looked at the guy with cold eyes, "Or, I'll ask my subordinates to dig a hole to plant you in the ground, don't worry, only half of it, but head down!"

The white and rough man looked at the Chinese on the ground, then looked at Jiang Hao, and said with an angry look on his face and said, "No, I will never apologize to a yellow pig."

"Bow a beating." Jiang Hao said softly.

Wien immediately stepped forward, grabbed the rough man with a big palm fan-like palm-shaped palm-shaped palm-shaped palm-shaped palm-shaped palm-shaped palm-shaped palm-shaped palm-shaped palm-shaped shaking Wien, and punched him.

"Bang!"

Wien's big hand grabbed the rough man's fist, "Well~" and he pushed the rough man's hand aside with force. "Ah~~" The rough man screamed in pain, Wien raised his fist again and punched the guy in the stomach.

"Puff~~"

The rough man spit out a mouthful of sour water, his eyes protruded, and he knelt in the corridor, looked up at Jiang Hao, and said in pain: "Why are you going to deal with me?"

"No, it's not that, it's all." Jiang Hao said lightly.

Is it a reason to bully people?

Isn’t there any reason for you to bully Chinese?

If you are stronger than your fists, you can naturally bully you, so I don’t need any reason.

At this moment, the Chinese man also recovered a little, slowly stood up and sat on the ground, staring blankly at everything that was happening in front of him, and he was a little incomprehensible.

Jiang Hao walked to the strong man, found a purse from him, weighed it, and handed it directly to the Chinese, "The money for washing clothes and the compensation for you to beat you."

When the Chinese saw it, he shook his hand repeatedly, "Sir, no, I can't ask for it."

"Why can't you ask for it? This is what he should compensate." The Chinese man looked at the rough white man still kneeling in the corridor and said timidly: "Sir, if I take the money, he will definitely take revenge. Let's forget it."
Chapter completed!