It was already ten o'clock in the morning, and there were still many people lingering in Portsmouth Square.
Most of them are Chinese, and there are also some drunk Irishmen who are looking at this side coldly not far away.
"Brother Lin, Brother Lin, do you have any work to do?" A young man wearing a newsboy cap and looking to be only 18 or 19 years old squeezed into the crowd and asked with a smile on his face.
The man called Brother Lin was a young man in his twenties, and his clothes were much better than those of the Chinese workers around him who wore coarse clothes.
"Do you want to build roads? 55 cents a day, lunch!" Brother Lin immediately asked loudly.
"Only 55 cents for road construction? It was 60 cents before..." someone around frowned.
Building roads under the sun is hard and tiring work, and you are often bullied by those ghosts. 55 cents is too little.
"You have to break your head to do it for 55 cents!" Brother Lin said disdainfully. "If you like it, if you don't want to, get out! There are only thirty people in total!"
Anyway, there is no shortage of people willing to do it.
He has already negotiated with Gui Lao. The lower the price, the more he will get.
"How long will it take to get paid?"
"It's settled once a month, don't worry, we are the big boss, and I will definitely not miss your money!" Brother Lin said loudly.
Not long after, Brother Lin shouted: "Thirty people are full, please give way!"
Brother Lin drove away everyone around him, leaving only thirty people. Then he looked through the crowd and saw a group of people standing not far away, all wearing gentleman's clothes.
At first glance, I thought he was some kind of big boss, and wanted to try to get along with him. However, after taking a closer look, he felt that he was someone from the hall, so I ignored him.
Chen Zhengwei put his hands in his pockets and watched as people were being recruited over there. He looked at the big sun in the sky and pointed: "It's hot here in this weather, and we have to build roads under the sun. It costs 55 cents a day..."
Not to mention him, even Li Xiwen and the others felt that there were too few.
But again, if you don’t do it, someone will.
He had seen this scene several times just now. One of the factories was recruiting people, working 14 hours a day, taking care of two meals, and only being paid 50 cents.
The Irish work 12 hours a day, at least 1 yuan to 1 yuan and 20 cents.
Not long after, a broker came over with a ghost guy. The broker shouted loudly: "The dock is hiring, 60 minutes a day, 10 people are needed!"
Immediately, many Chinese people rushed over.
Several Irishmen on the side also came over with a hint of drunkenness, rudely pulled away the Chinese workers in front, and cursed: "Get out of here, you bastards!"
Then he asked the ghost guy: "Sir, do you want to recruit people?"
"The price you ask is too high!" said the ghost guy.
"Sir, this is America, a place for white people. You should hire white people, not these idiots. And the government stipulates that every company must hire a certain proportion of white people! Hire us, or I will get in trouble!" One of the Irishmen shouted a little drunkenly.
"We have hired white people in accordance with the regulations. You'd better get out of the way and don't cause trouble for yourself!" The ghost guy said without caring.
The two sides struggled for a moment, and then the Irish turned around and left unwillingly with angry expressions on their faces.
At the same time, he kicked a Chinese man to the ground, lowered his head and roared at him:
"Go back to your country, you bitch! Otherwise I will kill you sooner or later!"
The other Chinese people looked at this scene and were a little angry but dared not speak.
If there is a conflict with the ghost guy here, those copper buttons will not ask the reason at all, they will only arrest them Chinese people, and they will be bullied by other prisoners after entering.
Many Chinese have suffered from this.
The Irishman in the lead kicked the Chinese worker several times, but the Chinese worker just held his head and did not resist. The Irishman spat at this.
As soon as I looked up, I saw a dozen Chinese men in black gentleman's uniforms approaching. The man in the middle was wearing a hunting suit and looked very wealthy.
"What, are you going to stand up for him? Or are you going to hire me? I can't do other things well, but I can help you manage and teach pest control. Many factories do this!" the Irishman joked.
He is not worried about what these Chinese dare to do to him.
Chen Zhengwei walked up to him with a smile, suddenly kicked him on the knee, reached out to grab the other person's hair, and his knee hit the other person's face directly, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.
Several other Irishmen suddenly became furious and rushed forward.
"Hit me!" Chen Zhengwei sneered, grabbed the man's hair, and hit his head directly on the ground.
The Irishman's face was already bloody and bloody, and even his nose could not be seen.
"You dare to be so arrogant on my territory, you don't take me seriously!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.
"Come on, grab his hand!"
Chen Zhengwei reached into his waist, took out an ax, and hit his right thumb with the back of the ax.
Following the soft clicking sound, the Irishman suddenly let out an inhuman scream and desperately tried to pull his hand back.
Chen Zhengwei swung the ax and hit him on his index finger again.
At this time, several other Irishmen were also swarmed and knocked to the ground. One of them looked at this scene and cursed angrily: "Bitch, you will be in trouble! I swear!"
"I don't know if I will be unlucky, but I know you will be!"
Chen Zhengwei stood up and slapped the Irishman at his feet on the temple, and then walked towards the Irishman who spoke.
"You speak so loudly, do you want to scare me?"
"Hold him down!" The ax in Chen Zhengwei's hand shook up and down.
"No, no..." Fear appeared in the Irish man's eyes, and he kept shaking his head.
There was a sharp whistle in the distance. Two copper buttons saw the commotion here from a distance and didn't take it seriously. This kind of thing happens every day.
But seeing those Irish people being held down and beaten by a group of Chinese, they quickly ran over while blowing the whistle.
Chen Zhengwei turned his head and looked at the copper buttons running towards him, then grinned at them, his smile full of ferocity.
Then the ax in his hand slammed down, hitting the back of his hand directly.
The Irishman immediately covered his hands and rolled around screaming.
"Good luck, you can still hold a spoon with your hands in the future! It's just that it's a little harder to bear when it's windy and rainy!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.
None of these Irish people had any savings. They spent all their money on gambling and buying alcohol. If they wanted to see the injuries on their hands, they had to raise money.
Not to mention that he wouldn't be able to find a job any time soon.
"Stop, do you hear me telling you to stop? Put your hands up!" The two copper buttons ran closer and pulled out their guns with an angry look on their faces, aiming at Chen Zhengwei.
"Brother Wei, you go first, we will help you block it!" When Chen Zhenghu saw this scene, his expression immediately changed and he said beside Chen Zhengwei.
"Why are we leaving? I'll have to ask someone to catch you when the time comes!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.
"Damn it, put your hands up! You're dead!" One of them cursed, while the other one took out a rope and grabbed Chen Zhengwei.
Chen Zhengwei stretched out his hand in a cooperative manner, and then at the moment the other party came up, he suddenly pulled out a gun from his waist and put it on a copper-buttoned head.
Then before he could speak, Chen Zhenghu and others also took out their guns and pointed at another copper button.
At this time, the faces of the two copper buttons changed greatly, and their scalps became numb.
They have been patrolling the square for more than a day or two. These Chinese have never dared to cause trouble.
However, today these people not only caused trouble, but also dared to point guns at them?
They are absolutely crazy!
And why do they have guns?
"Don't be so impulsive, it's just a small conflict." Chen Zhengwei said with a smile, holding a gun to the forehead of the copper button in front of him with one hand, and took out a wad of money from his pocket with the other hand and handed it to Li Xiwen next to him.
Then he asked Li Xiwen to count out one hundred yuan for himself.
After Chen Zhengwei took the money, he held it between his fingers and waved it in front of the copper button: "How about making a friend?"
"I'm very good at making friends with others, and I don't like people rejecting my friendship!"
"You're making it difficult for us, Chinese!" The copper buttoner held back his breath and glanced around.
There were so many people watching in the square, which made him feel embarrassed.
"It's hard to do but it's better than putting up a flag...don't you think so?"
"Besides... I like people to be polite in front of me and call me sir!"
