Chapter 163 Let Charlotte come again to harm California

He slapped the white man in the face!

That kid actually slapped the white man!?

Not only did Huang Sande not understand, but the other Chinese people didn't understand. Just when the Chinese servant slapped the middle-aged white man in the face, everyone couldn't help but thrust his eyelids... The white man should get angry, right? Then he beat the Chinese servant hard? What should everyone do if they wait a while? Help, or not?

But the facts were once again beyond everyone's expectations. Just as no one could have imagined that a Chinese would take the initiative to slap a white man, there was no scene that could have been imagined: the middle-aged white man who was slapped not only did not fight back, nor did he show an angry look. He just took a step back and then lowered his head... It seemed that he had admitted his mistake!?

"It's this guy that caused us trouble. NN, I said I wouldn't take him out, so you still have to take him." Another Chinese servant clapped his hands, as if he was eager to try.

"If you don't take him, you just keep walking here? Then when will you get it?" the Chinese servant who just took action asked back.

"You, who are you?" Huang Sande finally recovered. Looking at these two "bold and arbitrary" guys who seemed to take it for granted. His tone was no longer the hostility he had just now, and more of them were inexplicable questions... Since the appearance of Chinatown, no one seemed to have taken the initiative to draw white people here. In fact, most of the Chinese in the United States landed in San Francisco, but among the tens of thousands of Chinese people, no matter how strong they are, they dared to take the initiative to draw white people, and the two people in front of us are probably the number one.

"My surname is Guo, and his surname is Liu. I want to meet the big guys in Chinatown." The Chinese servant who was trying to draw smiled.

"Subject Guo?"

Is there a big brother-level figure among the Chinese? Looking at the compatriot in front of him who seems not much older than him, Huang Sande hesitated for a moment. In his opinion, if you dare to take the initiative to draw white people, you will definitely not be an ordinary Chinese, but at least you must be a big shot in various places. San Francisco's status among American Chinese is almost the status of Washington in the eyes of white Americans. But he has been here for more than two years and has known a lot of things. Why haven't you heard of any fierce man named Guo?

"Boy, what are you thinking? Either go and report it or lead the way quickly. What's the matter with you who are so stunned?" The Chinese servant named Liu reached out and waved his hand in front of Huang Sande and asked.

"Okay, okay, you wait!" The big guy must be a big guy. Otherwise, how could he be so honest when he was beaten with such an obedient white follower? Huang Sande was still young after all. He was not afraid of fighting, but he really had no experience in such a thing. He only knows one thing now: there are big guys from the Chinese who are coming to visit the big guys in San Francisco Chinatown.

"Wait," Seeing that Huang Sande was about to report, the Huafu named Guo hurriedly stopped him and then smiled and said, "Brother, don't we just stand at the intersection like this, right? If some white policeman see it later, it would be bad."

"Oh," Huang Sande slapped his head, "Please come with me, please come inside!"

...

At the end of the 19th century, Chinese immigrants were transported to California like "selling piglets" to build the Pacific Railway and gold mining, which made great contributions to the local economic construction. However, they were regarded as "secondary citizens" by the government at that time, as well as Asian immigrants, blacks, poor whites, and sailors, and required them to live in specific areas to avoid "pollution" other places. They had to operate in a small area centered on Duban Street. Later, new immigrants were moved here, and then they developed and became a unique Chinatown. Here, the Chinese helped each other and worked hard to gain a foothold in this foreign country with their hard work and sweat.

When Chinese people first appeared in California, they had just become a state of the United States. Because they were far away from the east coast of the Pacific Ocean and too far from the political and economic center of the United States, they have always been a desolate place in the hearts of most Americans. If it weren't for the westward movement launched by the US government, there would probably not be many residents. Later, gold mines were discovered here, triggering a large-scale gold rush, and a large number of people gathered. Among them were Chinese.

However, although Chinese people come here to hunt for gold, they do not find real gold. They just come to work and there are not many people. Until the Pacific Railway was started.... After the Pacific Railway was completed in North America, the Joint Special Committee of the United States House of Congress investigating the entry of Chinese people submitted a report in February 1877. The report quoted a lot of space to confirm the achievements of Chinese workers in the entire project, saying that Chinese people "can maintain their lives in places where Americans are hungry. They can work for the minimum compensation for Americans." "To compete with them or exclude them, Americans must do very low-paying jobs that Chinese people cannot compete with,

Because the people who rely the least on the competition for survival will survive the most lasting." California Senate Representative Frank Picks testified that Chinese workers are "the best railway workers." California Supreme Court Justice Solomon Haydenfelt said: "The prosperity of California should be really attributed to the hard work of the Chinese who come here." Frederick Lou, former U.S. ambassador to China and former California Governor, said: "About four-fifths of the earthworks of the Central Pacific Railway are made by Chinese people." American businessman Henry Hayter said: "The transcontinental railway, if it were not for these Chinese, would never be completed so quickly. The railway can be put into use as scheduled, mainly due to them."

During the construction of the Pacific Railway, Chinese workers were enthusiastically sought after. Although in fact, the railway companies and politicians just said it well, they were actually harshly slapping them.

However, after the Pacific Railway was completed, the Chinese workers were immediately abandoned. At this time, there was no protection from those railway companies and political leaders. In addition, the economic crisis broke out, Americans who had long disliked Chinese workers began to anti-Chinese activities. Among them, the poor in the United States did the most intensely.

The poor American workers blame their suffering on the competition between foreign Chinese workers. Because the rich need cheap labor, the poor cannot afford low wages, but the Chinese workers don’t care about such low wages, because they always earn more than they earn in China. Therefore, where Chinese people work, the rich will be richer and the poor will be poorer. Therefore, the poor Americans have extreme hatred of Chinese workers, and this includes a large number of black people. For example, the "Knights of Labor", a national trade union organization in the United States established in 1869, has white people and a large number of black workers. Since the public activity was transferred to public activities in 1877, the trade union has officially announced its support for the anti-Chinese activities. It has it in many areas.

The anti-Chinese incident in Denver shows how big the anti-Chinese wave in Colorado is. San Francisco, the earliest and largest settlement of Chinese people, began to try the bitter fruits of anti-Chinese more than ten years ago... People set fire from time to time in Chinatown, and occasionally Chinese workers were killed. Not long ago, tens of thousands of white people attacked Chinatown and set fire, causing a fire to sweep almost the entire Chinatown, almost ruining the entire neighborhood, and more than 100 Chinese were beaten and killed. But in the face of this situation, there are still evidence, and the official reply from the San Francisco government and the California government was: You asked for it yourself.

Of course, the official cannot say so directly, and it will seem very uncultured after all. But in fact, the US official means this. Even the news media have fueled the fire and criticized China on newspapers and radio stations. It seems that the whole incident is only the responsibility of the Chinese and has nothing to do with others. Even those newspapers are unwilling to use the title of Chinese, but directly use the words "dirty Eastern Immigration".

The difficulties of Chinese living in the United States are particularly difficult for Chinese living in San Francisco.

As a boss of the Hongmen in San Francisco, Bu Pinglai has naturally felt extremely dark recently... How long can such a life last? Can he live? Let these tens of thousands of brothers endure it? But if he doesn't endure it, what should he do? Should he continue to stay here and be bullied? That's right, the white people here bully the Chinese people enough, but no matter how cruel or poisonous, the US government is always shameless and has to worry about their laws and cannot directly issue any orders to deal with them. If he returns to the Qing Dynasty, even if he is a bully county magistrate, he can directly destroy your door, without even having to say any rules, tens of thousands of people? Humph, are there fewer people who can cause trouble for those dog officials to get promoted and make money for themselves?

"What kind of world is this? What kind of evil did the Chinese have committed? Why are they bullied everywhere?"

Bu Ping became more and more angry when he thought about it. He couldn't help but grab the teapot on the table and smashed it out with no brainstorm.

"Crash!"

The teapot hit the door, fell to the ground, and broke.

"What's wrong, Uncle Lai?" The door opened, and a man in his thirties reached in half his head and asked.

"Annoyed." Bu Pinglai waved his hand and signaled him to retreat and not meddling in other people's business.

"Uncle Lai, Sande is here. Have you seen me?" the man asked again.

"Sande? What is he here to do?" Bu Pinglai knew Huang Sande. Although he was still very young, less than eighteen years old, and only two years old, he had been a well-known figure in Chinatown. Many bigwigs are optimistic about this kid, and he himself was too. In his opinion, Huang Sande hated evil and was also enthusiastic. Such people are most likely to be favored, especially in an environment like Chinatown. However, these are still just preliminary impressions. If you want to be in a complicated place like Chinatown, it is far from enough to rely on Huang Sande to appear now, because even if you hate evil and enthusiastic, you will rush up when you encounter something, you will be just a fool and cannot become a great person. And the most common mistake that young people make. He has to look at it and observe for a few more years before he can determine whether to give this kid a chance to get to power.

"That kid brought a few people, yes, there was also a white man." Hearing Bu Ping's question, the man quickly replied.

"White?"

"Um!"

"What are you doing with white men?" Bu Pinglai thought for a while, then waved: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it, call me in and take a look."

"yes!"

...

It was very fast. About two minutes later, five people stood in the living room where Bu Ping came. In addition to the man who had just informed him, Huang Sande, the two Chinese servants and the middle-aged white man. But what made Bu Ping feel strange was that the white man who thought he would be the leader was not only not standing in front, but also lowered his head and stood behind the two Chinese... In addition to these, the most important thing was that after taking off the coat on the middle-aged white man's hand, he suddenly found a pair of handcuffs.

"Who are you...?" Bu Pinglai frowned. He wanted to find a few white people to clean up, and it would be best to kill a few of them that have been out of the past few days. But here is in the United States. The white people and black people who went up and down in San Francisco were eager to completely sweep them, such as the "dirty Eastern immigrants", and he could not cause trouble for everyone at this time. But he just came to whatever he didn't want. The two Chinese actually caught a white man to find him, which made him unnaturally alert.

"Guo Jinzhang!"

"Liu Tongfu!"

The two Chinese signed up and then bowed together:

"Have you met Mr. Bu!"

"Who are you?" The respect of the two did not make Bu Ping lower his vigilance, but instead became more vigilant.

"Master Bu, Hou Nan, Uncle Hou, Qian Shide, Uncle Qian, Ding Huaiyuan, Uncle Ding, let us say hello to you on their behalf." Liu Tongfu stepped forward and replied with a smile.

"Hou Nan? Qian Shide? Ding Huaiyuan?" Bu Pinglai pondered for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes, and a layer of surprise appeared on his face, which was originally expressionless: "You are..."

"It seems that Mr. Bu still remembers the leaders of our elders." Guo Jinzhang also smiled, bowed his back slightly and walked forward.

"Old man? Haha," Bu Pinglai suddenly sneered, "These few of them dare to call themselves old? Since they are old, how can they do such a big 'career'?...I heard that a few days ago, the governor of California and his soldiers seemed to be heading for them?"

"It's not them, it's us. To be precise, it's for the Chinese people in Colorado." Guo Jinzhang smiled slightly, not surprised that Bu Pinglai knew these things. After all, although Chinatown has been away from the mainstream group in San Francisco and was subject to severe rejection, shrimps have shrimp roads, snakes have snake paths, and California's governor suddenly summoned so many militias, which is not a trivial matter. He has been here for so many years and has been constantly alert to the actions of those white people. How could Bu Pinglai not know? No matter what, he is still half a local snake.

"The whole state of Colorado?" The man in his thirties who brought them in looked at Guo Jinzhang in surprise, as if he didn't understand it.

"That's right, it's the entire Colorado." Guo Jinzhang replied with a smile.

"It's amazing, it seems that Perkins couldn't catch you?" Bu Pinglai asked in a deep voice.

"That guy is a good guy? I thought he could deal with us with a few people? Humph, if he hadn't been afraid of alarming the enemy, he and his subordinates would have become a pile of ashes." Liu Tongfu sneered disdainfully.

"Young man, it's okay to be a little crazy, but if he's so crazy that he's gone... that won't work." Bu Pinglai said lightly.

"Thank you for your teachings," Guo Jinzhang smiled slightly and bowed to Bu Ping again. "This time we are here to pay homage to Mr. Bu. In addition to greeting you on behalf of several seniors, there is also..."

"Nothing is just." Bu Pinglai suddenly reached out and interrupted him, "I know what it means to come here. However, young people, many things are not what you want. After all, this is the United States... I don't know much about your affairs, but I know that it will definitely not be easy for you to last until now. So, listen to my old man's advice, and stop when you can still stop. Otherwise, if the trouble really reaches an uncontrollable level, no one can save you."

"Master Bu, what do you mean?" Liu Tongfu was unwilling. "Anyway, everyone is still the Hongmen brothers. Before we could say anything, you just tampered with it first. Isn't it too unrighteous?"

"Boy, what did you say?" Hearing Liu Tongfu's words, the man immediately forced him to step forward.

"Adong!..." Bu Pinglai waved casually, signaling the man not to be excited, and slowly stood up, staring forward slightly at Liu Tongfu: "Young man, I feel uncomfortable, I want to ask me a few words, right?"

"Don't dare," Liu Tongfu clasped his fists bluntly, "I just think you are a little different from the rumored one..."

"The older the world, the less courageous you are. Young people, when you are the same age as me, I'm afraid you are about the same as me now." Bu Pinglai shook his head indifferently and picked up the teacup on the table.

"Send out the guests!" Ah Dong said loudly.

"You..." Unexpectedly, before he could say a few words, he started to serve tea and see the guests. Liu Tongfu was anxious and quickly looked at the other side: "Jin Zhang!"

"Master Bu has his own difficulties, so let's not cause trouble for him." However, Guo Jinzhang did not get angry as anxious as Liu Tongfu. Instead, he grabbed him and smiled at Bu Ping again, "Master Bu, I'll disturb you. There will be a time later!"

"There will be a date later!" The boy was calm. Bu Pinglai raised his eyebrows slightly and showed a smile.

"please!"

Adong opened the door.

...

"Who are you?"

Since Guo Jinzhang and Liu Tongfu and Bu Ping came to meet, Huang Sande never said anything, but he was only seventeen or eighteen years old. As soon as he came out of Bu Ping's house, he could no longer hold it back. As soon as he walked on the street, he stopped them.

"Chinese, you've seen it all." Guo Jinzhang smiled. When he heard his answer, Liu Tongfu, who was about to give a long and large speech, could only helplessly hold back a lot of words.

"What are you here to find Master Bu for?" Huang Sande asked again.

"Kill people, set fire! What else can I do?" Guo Jinzhang smiled again.

"Kill people and set fire?" Huang Sande was stunned for a moment, and the Chinese people who followed them to watch the fun, but could not enter the Bu house. They were waiting outside. After seeing them coming out, they were all stunned when they heard this. Have they ever seen a guy who said killing people and setting fire so casually and seemed a little righteous?

"What should I do with this guy? Take it back?" Liu Tongfu had just been frustrated at Bu Ping's place, and Guo Jinzhang refused to let him start talking. Now he was too lazy to talk nonsense to these people. Seeing Huang Sande and others, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately seized the opportunity to pull the middle-aged white man over.

"Let's go." Guo Jinzhang waved his hand casually.

"Okay, let it go." Liu Tongfu reached out and took out the key in his pocket, but after grabbing the handcuffs, he found something wrong: "Let it go? Do you say let it go?"

"Yes, let it go!" Guo Jinzhang nodded.

"He is Charlotte!" Liu Tongfu shouted.

"What's wrong with Charlotte?" Guo Jinzhang asked back.

"He is our big enemy. If you don't kill him, you still have to keep him?" Liu Tongfu shouted loudly.

"It will be useless if you kill him. But I think it's too cheap for him. If you really want to deal with him, you have to let him harm Colorado and then harm California. This is enough. Don't you think?"
Chapter completed!