America 1881: Legend of the West

"Stop! What are you doing?"

The foreman ran towards the construction site while holding the pile of money in his arms.

People were coming and going at the construction site in full swing, and no one needed to direct them. A group of men, followed by a few Chinese who were dull and taciturn, spontaneously began to move sleepers, rails and level the site. The remaining people worked together to move the materials from the rail cars to Move down.

No one talked to the foreman, so he could only stand there dumbfounded, watching a group of people working there.

It didn't take until the whole morning. More than an hour later, the last section of the track was put on sleepers.

The rail maintenance project is now complete.

The people involved in the maintenance, except for the few Chinese who were still cleaning up the site and tools, all gathered around the foreman.

"Pay your wages, sir, we are done." A strong man said to him.

The foreman was dumbfounded: "What did you say? When did I hire you?"

People looked at each other, and the person in the lead said eagerly: "Didn't I say that as long as you come over and help, it's one dollar per person?"

The foreman's eyes almost popped out as he looked at the dozen or so people in front of him.

One dollar per person? What do you guys want to eat? Doesn't this cost my life?

He put his hands on his hips and asked angrily: "Who did you listen to?"

The leader pointed to a white beard next to him: "That's what he said."

Whitebeard was stunned for a moment. He looked around and found a yellow vest. He pointed at the yellow vest and said, "That's what he said."

The yellow vest also looked around and pointed to the next person.

The traceability operation started to go back and forth among a dozen people, but communication science is a very complicated thing, even among a dozen people.

As a result, the source of the news became a mess, and everyone started talking about it.

"I saw him take the money from the steward of the luxury car and put it into his arms!" Suddenly, a person in the crowd shouted loudly. Everyone looked at the source of the sound and saw a tall and muscular middle-aged man. The man pointed to the foreman.

Danny is an honest man and is not suitable for the job of supporting fire, but there is no falsehood at all when he says this, and he is full of confidence.

Because he told the truth.

The foreman couldn't refute for a while. The pile of banknotes was still lying in his arms, so he touched it subconsciously.

This touch could ruin things, because some sharp-eyed people in the crowd had already seen that touch of green.

"Again, I have no contract or employment relationship with you before! I have no obligation to pay you a commission. You go to whoever agrees to it."

The foreman's voice was a little weak, but he still tried to make a final struggle.

Most of these people were miners from Colorado or white rednecks from the east. They had little education and were relatively pragmatic.

If they do a job, they have to pay. If they don’t pay, it’s just free of charge, and free of charge is not okay.

It is a fact that the money for railway construction lies in the hands of the foreman, so the money should be asked from him.

This logic was extremely reasonable in their eyes, so they surrounded him one after another.

"Give me money! Give me money quickly!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the foreman quietly began to move back. He glanced at the horse next to the rail car and was ready to run away at any time.

But someone shouted again:

"This guy wants to run away, please don't let him go!"

Without saying a word, the foreman turned around and ran away.

But how could everyone let him run away? After the voice just now, there were already fast people chasing after him.

Before the foreman could run a few steps, he was thrown to the ground by the white-bearded man standing in front.

"Hit him, beat him!" Sean stood on the outskirts of the crowd, stretching his neck to look into the crowd and firing. He even wanted to get closer and follow up with a few kicks.

The voice he shouted just now was also his. Chen Jianqiu arranged for him and Danny to mix in the crowd.

The foreman covered his head and was beaten violently. His clothes were torn apart, and a pile of money was immediately scattered on the ground.

"One dollar per person! One dollar per person! Don't grab it!" Danny shouted from the side.

But everyone who saw the U.S. dollars didn't care. The people who came to New Mexico to pioneer were not good men and women. They grabbed the U.S. dollars on the ground, and some even beat them together.

They pulled each other's beards and hair, rode on each other's bodies and punched each other, some hugged each other and rolled on the ground, fighting for the money in each other's hands.

The scene was chaotic and full of ugliness.

"boom."

Suddenly, there was a gunshot, and the people who were still fighting were stunned. They raised their heads and looked for the source of the gunshot.

A man in a cowboy hat leans against a railcar, arms folded over his chest.

In his hand was a gun, the muzzle still smoking.

"Why, why don't you get out of here right after you get the money? Do you want to wait for me to open your heads one by one?"

As soon as Chen Jianqiu finished speaking, he fired another shot into the open space next to him.

This shot was very effective. One person took the lead and ran towards the train rolling and crawling, and the others followed. The crowd dispersed in a rush, with many people holding green dollar bills in their hands.

The gang inevitably got into another fight with each other when they got back to the car.

The foreman's head was broken, his face was beaten and swollen, and he was lying on the ground moaning.

The blood flowed into his eyes and solidified into scabs on his eyelashes. He tried to open his eyes, and then he saw a face with yellow skin.

"Sir, you should pay them their wages." Chen Jianqiu pointed to several Chinese workers standing aside.

They were standing numbly next to the rail car. When the group of white workers were grabbing money on the ground, they were far away, standing blankly and at a loss.

"They always have a contractual relationship with you, right?" Chen Jianqiu knelt down and stared at the foreman.

"Their work has been done by those people just now, how can I pay them?" The foreman struggled, maintaining his last stubbornness, "Besides, all my money was robbed by those people just now!"

"But they did work, and you shouldn't favor one over the other. Moreover, you need to pay them for the work." Chen Jianqiu patted his face with the barrel of a gun and said coldly.

The foreman had no choice but to take out a wad of money from his underwear pocket and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu counted the remaining items and stuffed them back into the foreman's pocket.

He walked over to several Chinese people and handed the wad of money to the older Chinese worker.

"Take your wages."

The older Chinese worker hesitated for a moment, but still didn't dare to reach out to take the money. He shook his head and timidly pointed to the foreman lying on the ground:

"We still have to take over the work from that master, can we..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a blur of flowers in front of his eyes.

The money in Chen Jianqiu's hand has been thrown to the ground

"It's okay if you don't want this money."

The voice was as cold as iron and as deep as the abyss.

These unsatisfactory people, you are bullied and insulted, but you are low-key, silent, and are treated like animals and live on this continent!

When will you be able to raise your heads! Straighten your backs! I am worthy of the hot blood flowing on your bodies!

Without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the train.

The older Chinese worker finally plucked up the courage, bent down and picked up the money on the ground. He shouted to Chen Jianqiu's back:

"Benefactor! Benefactor! Can you tell me your name?"

"You will know. When you figure it out one day, you will know my name, and everyone on this continent will also know my name."

There were no more words to answer him. In his ears, only the howling wind of the New Mexico wilderness could be heard.

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