America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 356 Assassination of Presidential Candidates

Before President Arthur formally signed the "Pendleton Act", also known as the "Civil Service Reform Act" in 1883, the official employment system in the United States was a "shared system".

As former New York State Senator William Massie said: "The spoils belong to the victor."

Official positions are treated as trophies, and politicians who come to power give back to people in their own party as gifts to support themselves.

This system perfectly explains the meaning of the four words "nepotism".

"We must look squarely at the corruption in our own government, and civil service reform must continue! The selection of officials must pass strict assessments!"

In Union Square, 14th Street, New York.

Grover Cleveland, the current governor of New York State and the only Democratic candidate in this election, is delivering a speech to his supporters.

He has a tall build, stern eyes, and a resolute personality.

During his tenure, the governor was known for his straightforwardness, hard work, hard work and simplicity.

At this time, the snow was beginning to clear up, but the temperature was still very low.

He pointed in the direction of the man.

Astor's shoulders were firmly pressed by Chen Jianqiu, and he could only plead.

"Our family is a staunch supporter of the Republican Party. However..."

The snow on the square was shoveled to the corners, and Cleveland supporters gathered in the center of the square.

Cleveland, who was attacked, looked in the direction of the attacker, thinking of what words to say to ease the embarrassment of being attacked.

The New York police also noticed this person.

He didn't say how much he paid, but it was obviously not less.

He looked here and there.

The attacker was already pinned down by four or five plainclothes men.

"Hey, it was a false alarm." He was about to pat Chen Jianqiu on the shoulder.

One of the sums went into the pockets of the New York Police Department.

Sure enough, several expressionless plainclothes men were surrounding that person.

"That person" Holiday was halfway through speaking when Chen Jianqiu raised his hand to stop him.

Little Astor was currently obsessed with Cleveland's speech and didn't pay much attention to Chen Jianqiu's words for a while.

The man took a breath, seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly raised his head.

Even if he didn't stop him, those plainclothes guys should be able to spot him.

He promised Astor the day before yesterday to come and have a look.

But he reacted quickly and slapped Chen Jianqiu on the shoulder.

Chen Jianqiu felt very strange.

He made a silent gesture towards Chen Jianqiu.

The poor founding father wet his pants, and the egg liquid flowed to his feet, giving off a foul smell.

His coat was torn open, revealing the tram company uniform underneath.

When they saw the rotten egg on the Washington statue, they suddenly became angry.

Although no uniformed staff appeared, Chen Jianqiu's eyes had already met with several people wearing coats.

"From a personal perspective, I admire Mr. Cleveland very much, so I personally have a very good personal relationship with him."

Many people craned their necks and looked in the direction of the accident.

Without his father's approval, how could little Astor make a fortune?

Chen Jianqiu did not expose it, he just continued to observe the speech.

I just had nothing to do today, so I walked through several streets with Holiday and walked to Union Square.

Little Asi also breathed a sigh of relief.

His head was pushed with a knee, and he let out a hysterical roar:

He replied casually: "Including President Garfield, who was killed at the train station a few years ago, there should be two; if he was not killed, there would be three. President Jefferson escaped with his life."

He kept his hands in his pockets and refused to take them out.

If there is some interaction between the Republican Party and him, he has not even met a few Democratic politicians.

"Why are you panicking?" Holiday said from the side.

This man looked quite nervous, with his head lowered, caught in the crowd, and moving forward bit by bit.

As the first candidate of the Democratic Party and the current governor of New York State.

"Chen, why did you suddenly think of asking this?"

Most of these people are Cleveland supporters.

"Chen! Think of a way, otherwise my hundreds of thousands of dollars will be wasted!"

Cleveland was talking at length, but he still caught a glimpse of something flying towards him with his peripheral vision.

The hot breath from their mouths rose, forming a unique scenery.

Little Astor shook his head.

However, the man still completed the throwing action.

Even as slow as he is, he can still tell that there is something wrong with this person.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and saw little Astor's face full of horror.

Astor's eyes were stunned.

"Astor, how many presidents or presidential candidates have been assassinated in American history?"

Chen Jianqiu was not very interested in what Cleveland said.

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and asked.

Although the expected gunfire did not sound, there was still some chaos at the scene.

The egg missed and hit the Washington statue behind Cleveland.

He took his hand out of his pocket.

If the attacker hadn't been pinned under the crowd, he would have been beaten wildly by these people.

Chen Jianqiu pursed his lips in the direction of that person.

Something flew towards Cleveland who was giving a speech.

Chen Jianqiu was wearing a mink coat and a beaver fur hat, with his left and right hands crossed in his cuffs, looking like a nouveau riche.

The man had moved to the second row, only a few meters away from Cleveland, who was speaking.

His expression became more nervous and his lips began to tremble.

He was about to open his mouth and shout loudly, but Chen Jianqiu grabbed him by the shoulder.

"By the way, did you fund his election?" Chen Jianqiu took the lighter from his hand and asked suddenly.

But the eyes of Chen Jianqiu and Holiday fell on a person not far from the podium at the same time.

But Chen Jianqiu didn't pay attention to him, but looked elsewhere.

The Border Detective Agency's law enforcement license in New York cost Chen Jianqiu a lot of money.

A few months earlier, Cleveland, as governor of New York State, had vetoed a proposal to limit the working hours of streetcar company employees to twelve hours.

His evasive action combined with the deformation of his throwing action when the attacker was tackled.

He was wearing gloves and playing with a silver lighter, dressed like a nobleman.

Everything seems to be calm.

He was shocked to find that the man in front of him had disappeared.

"You are indeed here!" Little Astor suddenly appeared behind Chen Jianqiu.

Security at the speech in Cleveland appeared to be complete.

an egg.

No matter from which angle you look at it, if this person is an assassin, he is too amateurish.

The pace of the plainclothes men was getting faster and faster.

The plainclothesman closest to him jumped forward and rushed towards him.

"Plainclothes people in New York." Holiday whispered in Chen Jianqiu's ear, "We met them when we first came to New York."

Doesn't this mean that you don't want to put your eggs in one basket?

"Damn you southerners, why are you depriving us of our benefits!"

The governor of New York was agile and immediately ducked to avoid the attack.

Chen Jianqiu was walking towards the crowd on the other side, his gloved hand hanging by his side, still playing with his lighter repeatedly.

Suddenly, he raised his arm, and the silver lighter in his hand flew out, flew past the ears of several people, and flew towards a man wearing a hat.

The man was taking his hands out of his pockets.

And what he was holding in his hand was a revolver.

(End of chapter)