Rebirth of the Wealthy American

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No one can tell how many Chinese people live in the Americas, but the information recorded in the official records of Macau shows this.

Since the Opium War, Spain has imported a large number of Chinese laborers through Macau to open Cuba in South America. From the Opium War of 184o to the ban on Macao's "cool labor" in 1874, tens of thousands of Chinese laborers shipped to Latin America each year. Official records The data is 114o81 Chinese workers destined for Cuba.

This is only the official recorded number, and how many are not recorded is unclear.

The fate of these Chinese workers is extremely tragic. They have extremely poor living conditions and extremely hard work, and have been brutally abused and crushed by the Spanish colonists. By 1874, there were only 584oo people left over 100,000.

The situation of Chinese workers in the United States is also the same. When the United States built the Pacific Railroad, it employed over 15,000 Chinese workers. At that time, there were 50,000 people in California. Ninety percent of them were young men. Said that the current Chinese population is about 150,000 people.

Although there are many Chinese people in the United States, the person in front of him is the first Chinese man Li Mu met.

"Look for a carriage and take it to the hospital." Li Mu was anxious, and did not know how much the people on the ground were injured.

"Don't--don't go--" The man on the ground didn't die. Hearing Li Mu's words, the man on the ground said intermittently.

"You are badly hurt--" Li Mu carefully lifted the man on the ground, regardless of the blood on his face and face, and half-knelt on the ground and held his head in his arms.

Chad took out the kettle he had brought with him, brought it to the man's mouth, and gave a small sip.

"I'll let you run-let you run-" Yan Hu's cursing voice came from a distance, and it seemed that Yan Hu had caught the guy pulling the pigtails and was venting his anger.

Regardless of the person's life or death, Li Mu only reminded him aloud, "Small voice," and then the screaming no longer came, only the dull kicking sound came.

"I-I'm okay-" Li Muhuai gasped for a few breaths, seeing the police badge on Li Mu's hat a moment, agitated, waited to see Li Mu's face, and calmed down again: "You-is Qing Guo people?"

This person speaks Chinese and is also a northern language. It seems to be an accent around Nanzhili. Li Mu also responded in Chinese: "Yes, I am a Qing Dynasty national—"

Although Li Mu did not like the word "Qing Guoren", whether Li Mu was willing to admit it or not, at this time "Qing Guoren" was the representative of the Chinese. Li Mu did not want to explain the difference between "Qing Guo" and "China" at this time. It is serious to have this man in his arms.

"At home-all right?" A few simple words suddenly made Li Mu's nose sore.

"Home" is really very special to the Chinese. The family composed of two people who share their sentiments is "home", and a village or even a township is "home" when they go out. The fascinating land of the East is the common home of all Chinese.

"Not great-" Li Mu didn't want to talk more about the empire, he simply faced the past and faced the reality: "Why are you here? Why did those people hit you?"

The man on the ground first struggled to sit up, wiped the blood on his face, and said with a grudge in his mouth, "I am a worker at the Springfield Arsenal. Today is the day of salary. These people know that I am paid today. Waiting for me here— "

"Your salary, two dollars?" Li Mu was surprised. The workers in the arsenal should be high-tech and high value-added. It is only two dollars a month, which is too little.

"Weekly salary-Westerners keep our salary low and do the same work. Our weekly salary is one or two dollars, but Westerners' weekly salary is three or four or more. There is no way." He looked a little embarrassed, sitting on the ground with his head in his knees, and his voice was a little dull.

"What kind of job are you doing? What's your name?" Li Muzheng said.

Li Mu is also going to open a factory. If possible, Li Mu will only use Chinese people. Americans are not racist, so let's face discrimination.

Although he has not lived in the United States for a short time, the person on the ground heard Li Mu ’s questioning, but he still leaned against the wall and tidy up his clothes. Then he took care of his head and wiped his face with his sleeves. That's why Li Mu arched his hand and said, "Zhang Leye, a former Zhili, is currently working as a lathe at Springfield Arsenal."

Under--

Hearing this word in the United States is really against peace.

But Li Mu now only hears the word kindly, and Li Mu is also arching hands: "Songjiang Li Mu."

Li Mu didn't know where his body was, but I heard that it was a boat on Shanghai, it should be Songjiang's.

Zhang Leye looks a lot older than Li Mu. Now he is almost in his thirties. However, people are generally older this year. Li Mu cannot determine Zhang Leye's age, so he has to be so vague.

"Hello Mr. Li--" Zhang Leye bowed his hand again.

"God, do you always have so many rules when meeting?" Chad didn't understand Chinese, but he still understood the movement. Zhang Leye was very grateful to Li Mu. This kind of one-by-one and one-handed communication directly looked silly. .

"Chad, sorry, can you trouble me to get some water." Li Mu remembered that there was another person beside him.

Chad suddenly exclaimed, instead of getting water first, he returned to Will first.

At this moment, Yan Hu was probably out of breath, dragging a person over, panting and throwing it directly at the corner.

The man was lying motionless on the ground, and looked much worse than Zhang Leye.

"Did you die?" Li Mu was unwilling to be soft-hearted at the moment. As long as she did not commit to Li Mu, Li Mu was harmless to humans and animals, but as long as she offended Li Mu, Li Mu always put people to death.

"Not dead--" Yan Hu's voice was indescribable, without the embarrassment of staying strong and weak: "But it's fast."

Awkward ass, when these foreigners punched and kicked Zhang Leye just now, they did not see these foreigners embarrassed.

At this moment, Zhang Leye noticed the blood on Li Mu's chest. Li Mu was wearing clean clothes every day. The red blood stains on the khaki shirt were very conspicuous. This made Zhang Leye very disturbed. He wanted to invite Li Mu to sit at home. I'm afraid that the family has treated the guests humblely and slowly, so I am very entangled in my heart.

"What kind of person is this?" Li Mu pointed at the corner of the guy who didn't know how to live or die and asked Zhang Leye.

"A pimp, this group of people bully and bully women do nothing evil, it is especially fierce to treat us Qing Dynasty people." Zhang Leye gritted his teeth, seeing this is also anxious to put it to death.

"Hmm--" Li Mu didn't make nonsense, winked at Yan Hu, and then said to Zhang Leye positively: "You can recognize a man named Tamara, I'll ask her something."

"Recognize, I'll take you there." Zhang Leye did not quit, this would have taken Li Mu as his own.

Hmm, all overseas Chinese are their own when living overseas.