America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 408 Hanif’s plan

Since Hanif came, Riley has felt much more at ease.

He also spoke louder and his waist became stiffer.

He repeatedly asked Hanif to quickly take people to the workers to "solve the problem."

Hanif went to the Chinese workers.

Riley and the overseers watched from the hillside.

Those Chinese workers didn't do anything to him, and Hanif didn't do anything to the Chinese workers either.

After an hour of staring at each other with guns drawn, Hanif returned with the detectives.

"Mr. Hanif, why don't you take action?"

Riley asked in the log cabin office.

"I'm observing." Hanif poured himself a glass of water, "finding their weaknesses."

He looked in the direction pointed by his entourage.

Some miners, like Chen Jianqiu, had already cut their hair short, so they naturally welcomed him with both hands.

Some people are different. They plan to return to their country after making money. If they go back without this braid, they might lose their heads.

"Can the telegraph machine at the mine be used?"

The Chinese workers sitting on the chairs had different expressions.

Another week has passed.

This mustache must be professional in what he does, so it's better to look after him.

Each of them held a pair of scissors in his hand, cutting off the braids on the back of the Chinese workers' heads, and trimming them slightly after cutting.

They now trust Chen Jianqiu very much, and Boss Chen will definitely not give them a hard time.

Before leaving, he said to the supervisor: "You stay here and keep a close eye on them. If they arrive, go to work immediately!"

"Why don't you go buy food first and we'll take action as soon as I arrive."

"Keep cutting, keep cutting." Hanif waved to the barber.

Have they resumed work?!

Riley's carriage approached the mine entrance.

The sight before him stunned him.

Riley ran out of the office and found Hanif standing on the hillside looking towards the direction where the Chinese workers lived.

Chen Jianqiu did not force himself on these people.

He looked at the ceiling and thought for a moment, then said to Riley:

"I guess people should be able to arrive today."

He and his entourage drove the carriage back along the Beit River.

After hearing this, Hanif walked up to Riley and put his shoulder on his shoulder: "Come on, Mr. Riley, they should be arriving soon. It will take a while to get here from San Francisco."

Hanif made the head-cutting gesture again.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" he shouted to his men who were driving.

He led a few people and drove the carriage out of the No. 3 Mine.

It was Chen Jianqiu's idea to cut the braids of these Chinese workers.

He also didn't want to break up with Hanif.

Hanif walked up to Riley and frowned:

Riley had no time to think about these things, and had no intention of finding out the truth personally.

Hanif and the detectives from the Border Detective Agency were watching the excitement with their arms crossed.

Riley turned and left.

"Why?" Riley asked.

Riley nodded in understanding.

He still hasn't taken action.

He would pay these people a fare and send them back to the other side of the ocean.

Riley glanced at Hanif suspiciously.

However, most young miners are still willing to accept it.

Riley took a long detour before arriving at Stone Spring Town.

"The action you are talking about is to cut the braids of these Chinese workers?!" Riley's eyes widened.

"After all, this is a matter of operating a knife on the head."

"These are the backups you called for?!" Riley pointed at the barbers.

"Oh, you don't understand this. According to my observation, braids are the spiritual support of these Chinese workers. Once their braids are cut off, they will become walking zombies. By then, forget about going on strike, hey."

"Manager, do you have any instructions?"

"No, there are too many Chinese workers, and the people I brought here are not professional enough."

The subordinate turned his head and found that Riley's joy was beyond words.

These twenty or so people have completely eaten up the mine's warehouse.

He vaguely felt something was wrong.

"What are you doing? What are you doing in line? Why don't you go back to your post?" Riley jumped out of the carriage.

"Support? Can't you and your people handle them?" Riley frowned.

"Is there anything else you can do? Mr. Hanif."

"We need support." Hanif said solemnly.

Can't we just use a gun?

Oh, I definitely want to have some yin, so the impact may be smaller.

Another week has passed.

The barbers stopped what they were doing and looked at Riley together with the Chinese workers.

"Manager! Look!"

Yes, it is indeed the direction of Mine No. 3.

"How many days has it been since the telegram was sent?" Hanif turned his head and asked a detective beside him.

He began to be glad that he had not really broken up with Hanif.

While Riley was sitting on the grain bag in a daze, one of his followers pointed to the other side of the river and exclaimed.

"Mr. Hanif! I implore you to take action immediately. If you don't take action again, I will call the headquarters and sue you for breach of contract!"

Hanif was still talking about Riley, but the manager couldn't hear what he was saying.

First, they have to rely on them to resolve the strike; second, they really have guns in their hands.

Hanif first led the detectives around the residential area of ​​the Chinese workers, and then searched along the river.

He couldn't believe his eyes and was full of curiosity at the same time.

"It works, it works, why, is there anything I need to report to the outside world?" Riley asked.

If that were the case, how embarrassing it would be now!

Riley suddenly remembered something.

Riley murmured inwardly.

"Mr. Hanif, when will your people arrive?"

"Yes, there are too many Chinese workers. Although there are a few of my detectives who are capable of doing detective work, I still want to call in a few more professionals." Hanif began to introduce Riley, "Look, the one on the far left is Teacher Tony.

, he is in Salt Lake City during normal times.”

"I mean, why did you cut their braids?" Riley looked gloomy.

He suppressed his anger and stared at Hanif intently, hoping that he could give him an explanation.

Ever since he came to Shiquan Town, he had been unhappy with the braids on the back of these people's heads.

The work of cutting braids continued, with everyone selectively ignoring Riley and the mine workers.

Hanif seemed to suddenly think of something and stretched out a finger: "Buy some meat. I haven't eaten a few meals of meat since I came to you."

"Report! Sent out a week ago!"

Another week has passed.

A group of Chinese workers were walking in the direction of Mine No. 3 in small groups!

Riley rubbed his eyes.

Some were dull, some looked reluctant, and some were slightly excited.

Hanif turned his head and looked at Riley seriously.

These twenty or so detectives stay here every day, eating and using their own food, but they still don't make any substantial moves.

"What are you doing!" Riley roared.

"Mr. Hanif, have you found the weakness?"

Riley really couldn't stand it any longer.

Early that morning, after checking the supply warehouse at the mine, Riley rushed into Hanif's place.

This is very mysterious.

What on earth do those professionals do? They have the power to turn decay into something miraculous?

Sitting on each chair was a Chinese worker, and behind each of them stood a barber.

So this time, he planned to remove all the "pig tails" from the back of these people's heads.

After passing through a group of Chinese workers queuing up, Riley finally arrived at the gate of Mine No. 3.

By the time Riley and his purchasing convoy returned to Mine No. 3, it was already approaching noon.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Hanif kept pointing.

What method did Hanif use to get the Chinese workers to give up the strike and return to the mines in such a short period of time?

There are five or six chairs placed in the open space at the entrance of the mine.

"What are you yelling about? Can't you see we are busy?"

"Turn around and go back to town! Let's buy some bacon!" Riley said.

"Huh?" Hanif was interrupted, and he looked at Riley with confusion.

Hanif put down the romance novel in his hand and sat up from the bed.

The grain merchant in the town complained to him that business had been very bad recently, and the white miners had not come to him to buy flour or potatoes for a long time.

Riley cried sadly.

"Hurry up, you've already eaten up all the mines! I still have to go around the river to the town to purchase!"

He found that Chinese workers lined up in a long line outside the mine.

Hanif said to Riley confidently.

"That's right." Hanif made a head-cutting gesture, "Let's use a knife on the head."

Riley didn't want to stay here for another minute, so he turned around and was about to walk out of the house, but was stopped by Hanif again.

"That's enough! Stop your drama!"

Riley exploded again.

He couldn't believe Hanif's nonsense at all, and thought he was just being passive and sabotaging his work.

The coal mine manager stared at Hanif fiercely:

"You just wait to be prosecuted."

(End of chapter)