Author: Mosaic's Melancholy

Chen Jianqiu looked at the telegram and then looked at Abiot.

"What position does he hold in the Knights of Labor now?"

"Well, Hanif said, he is now the vice president of the California chapter."

Abiot said.

Chen Jianqiu touched his nose:

"How long has he been infiltrated with the Knights of Labor?"

Abiot pinched his fingers and frowned:

"It seems to be only half a year."

Hiss ~

Chen Jianqiu scratched his hair.

Yes, how did this guy become a vice president in half a year?

Regarding this question, Hawley, who was sitting in the office of the Knights of Labor, was also a little confused.

The day after joining the Knights of Labor, the bearded Cronin pulled him to the tallest bell tower in San Francisco:

"Little Moody, tell me, what are we going to form the Knights of Labor?"

The bearded man looked down at San Francisco in front of him, took a deep breath, and felt quite angry.

"Fight for the benefit of the workers' brothers!"

Hawley replied without thinking.

"Yes, if you don't give them benefits, they won't follow you. So, how can we seek benefits for them? Why should we negotiate with those capitalists?"

The bearded man is tempted by himself.

Holly paused and replied:

"We, want more people?"

"Yes." The bearded man was very satisfied with Holly's reply, "Only if you have more people in your hands, you can speak with weight."

"If you speak more weighty, then more people will follow you."

The bearded man began to gradually show his ambitions, and he pointed to the hurried pedestrians and carriages below, as well as the rows of buildings.

"Well, why?" Hawley asked subconsciously as he heard something wrong.

"What's the reason?" The bearded man didn't understand.

"Uh, I mean, if you follow more people, won't it become a representative of their will? After all, isn't it also a microphone?" Hawley added to his doubts.

"No, no, most of them are blind and followers, and you need to guide them according to your needs." The bearded man is like a teacher teaching students, "In that case, they are your strength."

"With more people, it's easier to do things. At that time, you can choose to achieve your goals in a more extreme way."

The bearded man suddenly felt that he was talking a little too much, and he slapped his head: "Hey, why am I talking to you so much?"

He patted Hawley on the shoulder:

"Moody, I am very optimistic about you. You are as passionate as me. This state is the easiest to gain audiences."

"So, now, go and recruit more people to join the California Knights of Labor!"

So, in the next period of time, the only job Hawley did was to recruit people.

According to the initial provisions of the Knights of Labor, the main target of development was workers.

However, at this time, California is filled with various union organizations.

In addition to the two larger organizations, Dennis Kearney's California Workers' Party and Cronin's Labor Knights' Order, there are also various other small organizations of monsters and monsters.

These organizations have their own territory.

For example, the California Explosive Factory where Hawley was previously located was the territory of the Workers' Party.

The Knights of Labor were causing trouble on their land and pulled two people away. Dennis was very unhappy.

This made him, the spiritual leader of the California workers' movement, very embarrassed.

For this reason, he also took a large man to the door of the bearded man's house to ask him for an explanation.

Unexpectedly, the bearded man exhaled his nostrils and had an extremely arrogant attitude.

He looked down on Dennis at all.

In his words.

If Dennis, who led workers to attack Chinatown ten years ago, was still a man, now he was a soft boy.

"Moody and Hunter have been fired by the explosives factory long ago. They are not considered employees of the explosives factory. You better not find fault with them."

The bearded man said so.

After saying that, he turned around and walked into my cabin and turned Dennis away.

When Hawley started, he went to the streets near the factory to attract people.

But the effect is very poor.

As a result, I waited until almost midnight every time.

The workers had to work sixteen or seventeen hours a day, and when they came out, they were listless and didn't even want to take care of him.

"Hey, boy, I heard from Bruce that you are here to recruit people these two days?"

A strong man in overalls appeared in front of Hawley.

Behind him was a group of people who dressed similarly to him.

At this time, Holly was leaning against the wall, staring at the rough prints in his hand in a daze.

He looked up and down at these people.

These guys are not good people, and there seems to be something hidden in their sleeves.

Either a wrench or a hammer head.

People who work normally will not appear here at this point in time, and the factory will not allow them to take tools out of the factory.

Hawley didn't speak.

Seeing that Hawley didn't reply, the strong man pressed his knuckles:

"Don't you know this is the territory of the San Francisco Workers Federation? How unhappy are you, you choose to grab people from us?"

He turned around and faced his companions:

"Brothers, this kid is not up to the Tao, let us give him the color."

Before he could finish his words, his shoulder was suddenly slapped by someone beside him:

"Head, that boy ran away!"

The strong man turned his head quickly.

There was no figure of Hawley behind him, only a pile of leaflets from the Knights of the Labor Order scattered on the ground.

Although he was a little embarrassed, this incident still made Holy realize it.

It’s better to grab it faster than to plant it.

Isn't it just to pull people?

If other workers' organizations are reorganized in a "reasonable" way, will there be people?

It is not possible to do such things by himself alone.

So, on a dark and windy night, he came to Hanif.

After hearing what Holly thought, Hanif was very supportive.

"Okay, for the long-term stability of San Francisco, we should rectify these gangsters who are indiscriminate."

He said righteously.

Holly looked at him with his head tilted: "Hanife, I think you should be the police chief in San Francisco."

Hanif sorted out his clothes: "As a citizen who has established a family in San Francisco, it is a sense of responsibility."

Two days later, the San Francisco Workers Federation's office.

It is said to be an office, but it is actually a short and small broken wooden house.

The strong man is bragging with his companions.

"Hey, brothers, our monthly funds are incurred again." The strong man said mysteriously to his companion after a sip of wine.

"Mr. Chris said that as long as we can keep the workers in the factory and not participate in the Workers' Party's joint strike, he will add dozens of dollars this month."

The strong man kicked the wine bottles under the table, looking quite proud.
To be continued...