Chapter 674 Comrade, let’s strike together! (Please give me a monthly vote)

At the corner of Sartre Street in San Francisco, the California Chinese Workers Association building loomed in the drizzle.

The newly painted lime on the inner wall of the first floor of the building was blue and white. Facing the door, a three-meter-long wheat ear shovel flag hung - two miner shovels crossed into a cross, and surrounded by a circle of wheat ears. Two pine boards were nailed beside the flagpole, one of which was dripping ink and said seven Chinese characters: "Workers are not afraid of death" and the other was in English, saying "Let's unite"!

Xianfeng (Zhao Si) stood on the steps on the first floor, looking at the muddy street outside the building. Lei Laohu was dipping his broom in ink and painting slogans on the brick wall: Working for eight hours, resting for eight hours, and being free, also in Chinese and English bilingual.

Zeng Jia Linshu (Zeng Da) squatted under the eaves of the corridor, spreading her knees into the English version of the "Declaration", and was there to cram and study!

"Fourth Brother," Sushun, who had already changed into patched work clothes and had a red sleeve on his left arm, suddenly came to Xianfeng and lowered his voice, "We're doing this."

Xianfeng looked at the rain dripping from the eaves and sneered: "Is it taught by Master Carl!" As he said that, he also took out an English version of the "Declaration" and handed it to Sushun: "This is what I copied according to the "Declaration" given by Master Carl. Take it and take a look."

Sushun quickly took it, "Then I have to take a good look."

Xianfeng smiled and said, "By the way, when I meet Kani, remember to call him 'Gennoss Kani'."

"Is Gennosser his name?" Sushun asked.

"No," Xianfeng smiled, "that's German, meaning. Comrade!"

Before he finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves came from the corner of the street. A painted carriage swayed and a carriage sat on the shaft of the carriage with a revolver on his waist. The curtain was lifted and Carney's face covered with rosacea was poked out.

"Gennoser!" Xianfeng suddenly shouted in German, and was shocked that the sparrows that were dozing under the eaves flew up. He rushed down the stairs in two steps in three steps, and grabbed Carney's hand before the carriage had stopped.

Carney's palms were very rough, and he was obviously a real miserable origin. The fifty-year-old Irish miner was obviously frightened by this sudden enthusiasm. He pulled his hand back in a hurry and rubbed it on his pants: "You, what did you say?"

"Gennoser! After the 1848 Revolution, European workers and brothers called this. "Xianfeng deliberately bit the word "Europe" very seriously and pulled Carney into the building. "Gennoser Jones in London and Gennoser Blankey in Paris all said that workers all over the world should unite."

"Jones Blankey."

Carney's turbid blue eyes suddenly lit up, and his whole spirit was also boosted, as if he had returned to that turbulent era!

He was not a native American, but an Irish man. His youth happened to meet the British Charter Movement and the European Revolution in 1848. Those decades were really unforgettable for him!

He followed Xianfeng into the hall, and saw the familiar red flag and the English slogan "Unity of the World" in the past, and the scenes of the struggle between the European feudal masters and capitalists suddenly appeared in his mind!

"You are." Carney stared at the flag, and the Adam's apple rolled.

"I came from Europe to the United States." Xianfeng took the handwritten "Declaration" from Zeng Da and handed it to Carney.

Carney's fingers trembled in the Manifesto. When he read ". All he lost is a chain", tears suddenly burst out. This old miner who participated in the Charter Movement recalled the biting cold morning when two fingers were cut off by the British cavalry's sabers on the streets of Manchester more than 20 years ago, and the snowflakes falling when he was watching "Gennoser" exiled to Australia at the Liverpool Pier.

"Mr. Zhao, Gennoser, Zhao," he choked and took off his worn-out baseball cap. "On behalf of the Irish Brothers of Miners, I would like to ask for support from the Chinese Federation of Workers."

Lei Laohu suddenly stood up, shaking the long wooden bench creaked: "If you want to support, just play big! There are 87,200 Chinese workers in California, 55,000 miners, 18,000 dock workers, and the rest are laundry workers and cooks - all of them are shut down for you!"

Zeng Da stroked his gray beard and took Lei Laohu's words: "We want to set up a joint picket team, and we must also jointly issue a declaration to announce the joint advance and retreat!"

Carney's tears were still hanging on his face, but he had already opened his mouth with no front teeth and laughed: "Okay! Let those men see, the power of our California workers!"

On the Sacramento River, the private estate of the Stanford family.

There were gilded candlesticks on the long oak table, and the candlelight made the silver tableware shine coldly. Hong Renzheng sat upright at the dining table and looked coldly at Lelan Stanford, a white California Chamber of Commerce leader.

"This is crazy. Look, look, what are the words in the Union Declaration? What are they all!" Lelan Stanford, the head of the Stanford family, roared.

Collis Huntington, who made his fortune by selling mining tools, pinched his crystal wine glass and sneered: "I thought you were just a group of charlatans, but I didn't expect you to have contacts with the revolutionaries in Europe, but this is the United States!"

Huntington's partner Mark Hopkins asked: "Mr. Hong, what is the origin of this Chinese worker? You have to explain it clearly, otherwise we will never continue to cooperate with you!"

Charles Crocker, the big boss of Crocker National Bank, also said coldly: "Governor Weiler is raising money everywhere to prevent China!"

The four people who are talking to Hong Renzheng are all real big names in California, you can tell by looking at their surnames. However, they all have a very pleasant cooperation with the Zhenyou School, and they are also planning to build the Pacific Railway, and they are also counting on Chinese workers to help them lay the tracks! So they blocked Weiler's anti-Chinese funding.

But if the Chinese union is damaged by European ghosts, they will have to change their position.

"I will find out what the Chinese workers are!" Hong Renzheng said, "But you have to check the background of Kani. Kani is from Europe, right? Maybe he also participated in the 1848 revolution!"

Lelan Stanford snorted: "We will find out! However, the Chinese union cannot participate in the strike! Otherwise."

Huntington said coldly: "Biss Hong, I hope you can understand that you are different from the Irish people. They are free white people from Europe! You are not, never! You and us belong to two different civilizations!"

Huang Shiren suddenly sneered: "What kind of civilized and uncivilized? So if you have civilized people, you still come to California? You are all here to make money!" He picked up the wine glass that filled the wine and shook it: "Didn't you realize that this is the opportunity to make money?"

As soon as he heard about "making money", Huntington stopped talking about "civilization". He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Tell me, look."

Lelan Stanford asked: "It's almost time to strike, and I'm still making money like this?"

"It is because of the general strike that it is easy to make money!" Huang Shiren smiled. "The reason why these workers dare to strike is because they have spare money in their hands and can eat it for a year or two even if they lie down! This shows that their money is not too little, but too much!"

Mark Hopkins snorted coldly: "So what? Do you have any way to confiscate their money?"

"Of course there is a way!" Huang Shiren said with a smile.

"What's the solution?" Crocker asked.

"Rise!" Huang Shiren said, "The price has risen sharply! The reason why those workers can save money is because the prices in California have been lower in the past few years! Their wages are not enough, so they can save money to strike. We just took the opportunity to raise prices and give them a wave of ruthlessness!"

"How cruel?" asked Lelan Stanford.

"San Francisco flour is now priced at four dollars per barrel." Huang Shiren's nails wrote an English "four" on the tablecloth, "Tomorrow will rise to ten dollars! Sacramento's cotton cloth will rise to two dollars per yard. There are also eggs, beef, pork, salted fish, salted fish, salt, spices, all of which will rise sharply! Double and triple! As for mining tools, it will rise five times! There are also rifles, bullets and gunpowder - directly cut off supplies! Let the strikers understand that their savings are not enough in California, and they are far from enough! They will have to go hungry for one more day of work!"

"Can it really rise so much?" Mark Hopkins asked, thinking in his mind how much money he could make from this big price increase?

"Of course!" Huang Shiren sneered, "All the supplies of various materials in California are in our hands, and you still have 30%. As long as we join forces, we will increase as much as we want? Besides, the reason for price increases is very sufficient! The US Congress has just passed the "Chinese Exclusion Act". Merchant ships from China, Japan, and North Korea are no longer here, and the materials imported from East Asia are naturally gone. The local Chinese workers and Irish workers in California strike again, and production is naturally stopped. As for farms, Chinese people are ready to get out. Of course, they will no longer farm. 80% of the food supply in California will be cut off soon. It will take at least half a year to transport materials from the East Coast! In the past six months, prices in California must rise well! It's just now!"

Hong Renzheng took a sip of wine, then smiled and looked at the heads of the four major families in California: "How about it? How about making a fortune together? We can't make California workers too rich, we have to turn their money into ours!"
Chapter completed!