America 1881: They Call Me Legend

As expected, they didn't even wait for the two of them to finish their work.

The overseer came again.

This time they were taken directly to the manager's office.

Because the manager had a separate appointment in the evening, he couldn't wait for them so late.

The two were informed.

They were all fired for being AWOL.

At the same time, don’t even think about this month’s salary.

In a word, get out of here.

Holly surprisingly said nothing, but Hunter kept pleading.

However, it was of no use.

"How come no one has ever taken me under my wing?" Holly showed a trace of dissatisfaction on his face. "I have been working in this factory for such a long time and no one has ever mentioned your organization to me."

"Well, to be precise, that's right." Bede was a little overjoyed. He didn't expect Holly's understanding to be so high. "After attending the rally, if you are willing, you will be a member of the Knights of Labor."

I'm afraid I won't be able to make it through the end of the month just by relying on my wife's meager salary.

"how about you?"

I was thinking about how to spend this month.

Bede opened the door.

"Please come with me."

Bede was almost annoyed to death by the unique angle of the young man in front of him.

"I'm going for a walk to relax." Holly waved his hand at Hunter, indicating that he should go home quickly.

In Bader's manuscript, he mainly said that he hoped that the worker brothers would unite and use the peaceful method of strike to fight for their own interests.

Bader used three emphatic moods and three "I"s in a row.

This is the first time for both of them to get off work before it gets dark.

Hunter burst into tears.

"Isn't this what I brought you here today?" Bader seemed very patient. "The main reason is that your factory has always been under the jurisdiction of the California Workers' Party, and their union has more control."

The manager was busy arranging his own clothes and didn't even want to look at them.

He changed his tone.

Originally, he planned to do something on his own, but he didn't expect that he would get involved with Hunter.

My son's hand was injured and he will definitely be unable to work.

Bede looked at Holly's innocent face and nodded: "Yes, no one dares to mess with you."

"We hope that at the evening rally, you and Mr. Hunter can attend the rally as representatives of the injured workers." Bader stated his purpose.

The person who was supposed to show up still didn't show up.

"I am a secretary of the Knights of Labor. My name is Khalil Bader. You can just call me Bader." The man briefly introduced himself.

"I'm a worker! I'm working right now! I get paid!"

Hunter sighed, a little apologetically.

"It's okay, I'm with you." Holly comforted.

Bede cleared a table and came out, and he and Holly sat down at the table.

"Why should I go with you? What the hell is the Knights of Labor?" Holly said angrily.

He has experience.

"We already know everything about you." Bede said to Holly as he walked away.

"Okay! That's great!" Holly beamed.

"Moody, thank you very much for healing my son's injury. I'm sorry to have caused you so much trouble."

He suddenly realized that if he continued to talk to this young man like this, there would be no end.

In this case, according to Boss Chen and Hanif's plan, what will happen next

Holly walked around the factory several times.

"Some, some, they are all the backbones and newcomers. For the happiness of the worker brothers, we are willing to sleep less."

Holly ignored how hydrated he was "most of the time" and looked around the house like a curious baby.

But now he is more worried about himself.

"I don't know many words, Mr. Bede." Holly scratched his head and said.

Holly's expression relaxed and he followed Bede towards the city of San Francisco not far away.

There was no one inside, but there were all kinds of messy things piled on the table.

But then, he began to ask relentlessly: "Then what is your relationship with the California Workers' Party?"

"It's over~"

"We are a trade union organization." Bader was very patient and "willing to serve all the workers who have been wronged."

"It's okay. I'll recite one sentence now and you can remember it." Bede was already prepared.

"Hunter, please go home quickly and see your son." Holly said, "I will go to your house to find you later."

"Telling about your own experience? Complaining about the inhumanity of the factory?" Holly raised his eyebrows.

"I mean, tell me if you have anything to do, I'm very annoyed now!"

After saying that, Bede took out a manuscript from his arms.

"This is a point for the Knights. Everyone else has gone to prepare for the evening meeting."

Most of the previous workers' representatives did not know how to read or knew very little.

"Okay, then I'll go find Hunter."

"Are you Mr. Moody?" the man stopped him.

He stood up and stepped on the stool with one foot. His whole body exuded the vitality and vigor of a young man.

So far, nothing is much different from what Boss Chen expected.

"What's the matter?" Holly asked, but suddenly realized that he seemed to be a little too polite.

"Of course, most of the time, we fight side by side."

However, after reading for a while, Bede found that the young man jumping up and down in front of him seemed a little absent-minded.

Holly got off the stool, spread his legs and was about to run out the door, but was caught by Bede:

The Knights send people everywhere to keep an eye on these factories in California, always ready to find reasons to recruit new members.

The two came to a small, low house.

The two people soon stood at the gate of the explosives factory.

After saying goodbye to Hunter at the entrance of the factory, Holly began to circle around the outer wall of the explosives factory.

"Evening? Is there anyone attending tonight?" Holly was a little confused.

"Let's get down to business," he said.

"Are you going to stop being bullied if you mention the name of the Knights of Labor in the future?" Holly looked at Bede with a smile.

"Don't you have to go to work? Aren't you workers?" he asked suddenly.

The economy has not been good in the past two years, and jobs are not easy to find. If it is really not possible, I can only try my luck on the dock.

"Don't worry, we will also film other people going to his place. Let me teach you how to say it at night."

Holly didn't ask Bader how he got the news.

Just as he was about to leave, a man wearing a gray overalls and a newsboy cap walked towards him from a short distance away.

The setting sun shines on the faces of the two people.

Holly looked like he suddenly understood.

I also lost my job.

"Well, I am." Holly glanced at the man, a little confused, "Who are you?"

According to the intensity of work in the factory here, workers basically fall asleep when they get home, so they don't have the time to attend these gatherings.

"We are both labor unions, but our concepts are slightly different," Bader explained. "We take a longer-term view than they do."

He is calm and steady, and his narrative is bland.

In this day and age, factories do so many impersonal things that there is no need to design them specially.

"Mr. Moody, do you really remember it?" After reading it, Bede asked with some confusion and worry.

"No problem!" Holly patted his chest, looking confident. "Although I haven't read much, my memory is very strong. I can remember everything others have said."

Beidee agreed dubiously.

I stayed in the hut for a few more hours until almost midnight.

Bader looked at the clock and then gestured to Holly:

"Let's go, let's go to the rally."