Chapter 207 "Colorless" Reconnaissance Team

"Rather, you're too impulsive!"

The discussion in the Oval Office did not come to any results. Instead, all those who participated in the discussion were severely scolded by President Hayes, and even "threatened" by this tough president... Heis's behavior is probably the only one since the founding of the United States of America, not only unprecedented, but also unprecedented. However, although he achieved his goal and forced others to agree to his request, Hayes's behavior is indeed very worrying. Especially Everte, who has a dual identity as subordinates and friends.

"Do you think I'm too impulsive?" Everett's concern made Hayes feel a little warm. "But, if I don't do this, do you know what will happen?"

"There is only one Colorado in the United States, and there is only one Denver in Colorado, and there is also only one Golden Chapter. Guo!" Averte sighed. He understood Hayes's meaning. If anti-Chinese behavior is not curbed, then the Chinese will have a new riot in another place, and they may be more troublesome at that time. However, thinking of the Chinese's usual performance, he really doesn't think this possibility is too great.

"No, my friend, you were wrong." Hays shook his head, "If those people were allowed to launch the anti-China situation, then as long as there were Chinese people, there might be another, even ten or hundreds of Jinzhangs. Guo! This is like during the War of Independence. Could it be that without Washington, Jefferson, and Adams, no one would have risen up to lead the people of the United States of America to resist the rule of the British? No, there would be other people, even if they were not called Washington, Jefferson or Adams. And this was the second. The most important thing is that we have great leaders such as George Washington, and it is precisely because these great leaders set an example for us that more people will join the War of Independence and join the array of rebellion against the British... A Jinzhang. Guo's appearance was accidental, but as long as he appeared, then it would be a matter of time before the second and third appeared."

"I don't like this metaphor very much." Everett frowned.

"I don't like it either. But who said that our history is too short? I really can't find other examples." Hayes smiled bitterly.

"But you should know that curbing anti-China is tantamount to standing opposite to the American people... They don't have any good feelings for the Chinese now and are eager to eliminate all the Chinese." Everte said.

"This is what I worry about the most. It is also why I force Brian and the others." Hayes sighed, "We can vent our emotions on the Chinese today because of our dissatisfaction with reality. What if we change it? Can Chinese people vent their emotions on the heads of more American citizens because of their dissatisfaction with our behavior? You must know that in the West, no one can curb them at present. We will at least have to wait until summer to complete a new round of deployment!"

"It puts you on a huge pressure. And, you interfere with the operation of the judicial and procuratorial organs, do you know?" Everett worried.

"I know. But I have no other choice. At worst, let them send me to prison after I step down." Hayes sneered.

"They certainly don't dare to do this." Everett smiled bitterly. He knew that Hayes was still holding his breath in his stomach. He was dissatisfied with Brian, Congress, big consortiums, merchants, and newspapers and radio stations, and was also fearless. After all, even if a president who left office was imprisoned, Brian and others would definitely not have the courage to let him go, and the United States of America could not afford to lose this person. Moreover, even if those guys were really crazy for no reason and wanted to send Hayes to prison, the judicial trial would definitely be indispensable. Trial of a president, even if the resigned president, would definitely attract the attention of the world.

At that time, no one can suppress Hayes to tell the truth, and in this way, the causes and consequences of the whole matter will be made public... Although this is not hidden from anyone, it is obviously not the same level as a president's own speculation. At that time, the United States of America will inevitably become the most despised country in the world, and its national reputation plummets, and it may even cause a great political turmoil. Such consequences are enough to send Brian and others to hell together. However, thinking about the usual methods of Congressional bosses such as Brian and Samuel, Everett couldn't help but frown:

"I'm worried that they will greatly reduce your requirements. Maybe they will just act like this."

"This is for sure. I just hope they can get less discounts, otherwise, I really can't guarantee whether William Wheeler will take over the mess I left behind!" Hayes snorted coldly.

"I will tell them your words." Everett smiled bitterly. Hayes was serious. This was the most feared and troubled thing that everyone in Congress was the most worried and troubled. Because, as long as the President was serious, no matter what means the whole Congress used, he would not want Hayes to change his mind. Hayes would rather lose both sides or even fail to achieve his goal, and would push with all his strength, even if he was against the entire Congress for this... Moreover, Hayes still has the initiative now. If he really gets angry, he will snore everything and everyone will follow him.

Having a bad luck is not a joke, Hayes can definitely do it. Of course, Hayes is not a person who is ignorant of importance. If everyone is fighting head-on, he will not do it unless he is absolutely certain. Moreover, if someone can make him feel that doing this will cause greater harm to the United States than not stimulating the Chinese to massacre white people in the west, he will definitely change his mind. However, in the United States, what else can there be more important than making those Chinese more stable in the west? They just now had another 3,000 troops killed in the battlefield.

"Have the Chinese still sent a telegram?" Hayes asked again after a while of silence.

"No." Everte shook his head. After the Chinese occupied San Francisco, they sent a telegram to Washington for negotiations. But then, because Tom Hannis' troops had crossed Sierra Nevada, they did not take the telegram to heart, but they did not expect...

"Can you know what they are doing? Apart from forcing those in the West to express their opinions and stand on their side?" Hayes asked again.

"I don't know." Eiffelt shook his head. "Although the Chinese did not cut off the telegram this time, they still firmly controlled San Francisco. Moreover, because they achieved a series of victories, people from other places rarely dared to go to northern California again. In addition, they are yellow people, and it is extremely difficult for white people to find out about their news. Therefore, we can get very little information, and even if there are, most of them are worthless things."

"Since that's the case, let's send a telegram to the Chinese first." Hayes said.

"I object. This will make those Chinese people raise their asking prices..." Everte said.

"No matter what price they want, or whether they want to get more than they imagined, will we actually pay?"

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San Francisco.

The news of the Chinese winning again has spread throughout the city. If the citizens were originally dissatisfied with the fact that they had become the "rule" of the Chinese, then no one dared to say this again this time. You know, the Chinese transported the corpses of the three thousand Army back to San Francisco, and opened a cemetery on a hillside on the side of San Francisco, and placed the corpses of the three thousand Army soldiers there... Yes, it was just placement. The owners of the San Francisco coffin shop made a fortune because the Chinese did not bargain at all, and paid the cash with a wave of their hands... I heard that the guys who were already a little unscrupulous are raising funds and planned to open a coffin shop themselves, just waiting for the Chinese to start a war with someone.

Of course, these are just legends. Citizens still firmly believe that it is difficult for the Chinese to achieve the final victory. Even if someone opens a coffin shop, they may have to bargain with the iron roosters from the US Army or government departments to hold the bodies of the Chinese.

But these are just small things. Although the citizens felt sympathy for the unlucky army soldiers, they did not think that they were worth dying... at least a considerable number of them thought so. Because these people felt that they were doing well at the moment.

"Eight hours of work a day, and the minimum wage guarantee... If you can continue like this, San Francisco will double in less than two years."

After another big victory in a certain bar, the Chinese further opened the curfew time. The curfew that originally started at 6 o'clock was relaxed to 8 o'clock in the evening, which gave some overly energetic white people finally time and opportunity to have fun. The Chinese have always ignored the remarks and were too lazy to pay attention to you as long as there was no actual opposition. Therefore, there was no need to be too much to be careful when drinking. Now, a white young man with blonde hair was sitting on the bar counter in the bar talking, and a large group of people were gathering around him, most of them were white, and there were also some black people hiding in the corner.

"I admit what you said makes sense. Eight hours a day, plus the minimum wage guarantee, do have an incredible attraction to our ordinary workers, but who knows how long this situation can last? After all, the Chinese are outsiders, and Washington cannot let them go." said a white man with a bearded face.

"You are right. The reason why the Chinese have such regulations is not because they are afraid of us resisting? They just use such means to strive to maintain their 'rule' in San Francisco. Once they are defeated, the factory owners and businessmen will definitely restore the original rules as soon as possible." Another white man with slightly dark skin and gray beard said.

"Just like the so-called 'municipal' project they created to appease the poor who cannot find jobs... such a high salary. God, if it weren't for my job that I had been working for a long time and would have to continue doing this, and that job could only be done for the first half of a year at most, I could not help but want to quit." Another tall white man said with envious expressions, while saying, he glanced at the two black people hiding in the corner.

"They hired thousands of people." The white-bearded man just now sighed, "Although it was spent on the city government's money, I must say that they did pretty well... I heard that many poor people hope that they could live longer. Some people even suggested to the Chinese that they should take advantage of the opportunity to defeat the army and continue to send troops and destroy the Sierra Nevada railway again! God, are they still Americans?"

"Those guys who work in municipal engineering are now high-income people. The guy next door to me is... As for whether he is an American and has money to earn, who cares?" someone said.

"Haha, it seems that the Chinese have brought a lot of changes to this city. But I don't know if you have heard of another thing... it was news from the city government, and it seems that it was being promoted by the Chinese." The blonde young man said again.

"What do those guys want to do?" Everyone else looked over curiously.

"It seems that the guys are negotiating with the Bank of California, asking the Bank of California to lower the loan requirements...especially for small and medium-sized business loans, personal housing loans, etc. In addition, they seem to be discussing with the council about housing property rights and other things, as if they are half property rights, as well as affordable housing, low-rent housing, etc., and I don't know what it is." The blonde young man said.

"Low-rent housing? Is it cheap rental housing?" someone asked immediately.

"It should be. You know, the Chinese are crowded in Chinatown. Since they have occupied San Francisco, they might want to live better. But they obviously don't want to anger us white people too much, so they can only find trouble for the council and ask the city government to pay for them to build houses." The blonde young man smiled.

"Is that true?" Everyone looked around, as if they were trying to find the answer from someone else.

"Actually, we have heard of some things." Suddenly, a black man who had been drinking silently in a corner of the bar and obediently listened to everyone's conversation made a sound. His white teeth shining, bringing a different light into the dim bar.

"You? Then what are you doing?" asked a white man. Although the Civil War has passed and the "Declaration on the Liberation of Black Slaves" has been signed for a long time, the status of blacks is still very low, sometimes even lower than that of yellows. After all, the number of yellows in the United States is not large, while the number of blacks is millions, which has accounted for a considerable part of the American population.

"I... seem to be one of the 'high-income class' you just mentioned." The black man forced a smile.

"Road builder?" Another white man looked over with disdain.

"Yes." The black man nodded.

"So, should you call him 'sir' before answering the question?" The white man suddenly sank. However, as soon as he finished speaking, the blonde young man waved his hand at him:

"Hey, man, don't do anything randomly. If you don't want to be arrested by Chinese people for labor reform because of racial discrimination!"

"I just asked him to call me sir. In the south, there are many states that have such laws." The white man cried.

"But there isn't in San Francisco, and now the managers in San Francisco are yellow people. Man, they hate this inequality." The blonde young man smiled bitterly.

"I can give equality to the yellow people, because they have guns and strength now, but why do I give equality to the black people? What do they have? If it weren't for the decree signed by Lincoln, they would still be slaves!" the man shouted.

"You are right. But the Chinese will not listen to you if you insist on this." said the blonde young man.

"...The yellow man who meddled with the other people." The man waved his hand helplessly and turned to the black man again: "I'm unlucky, nigger, tell us, what did you just want to say?"

"I... actually want to say that the Chinese seem to hire some people to build public low-rent housing, with the goal of poor people with incomes below a certain level, as well as families... the entire San Francisco residents are included." The black man glanced at the man and replied with his head down.

"So that's the case. This is another plan to please the poor." The white-bearded man shouted.

"Nigga, how do you know?" The white man asked the black man again.

"The Chinese have begun to transfer people from the workers of municipal engineering..." the black man replied.

"Damn. Can't these Chinese be more honest? What do they want to do? Do they really regard themselves as the masters of San Francisco?" the white man shouted.

"Of course they are not the owners of the city, but it is difficult for anyone to snatch San Francisco from them within a few months, at least until the Pacific Railway is rebuilt and used. Unless they take the initiative to evacuate themselves!" said the blonde youth.

"Ha, they have done so many things and will they take the initiative to withdraw? What are you kidding?" someone shouted.

"Of course I'm joking. Actually, I hope that those Chinese people can continue to stay in San Francisco, the longer they stay, the better. At least, with them, we don't have to worry about being too tired of working, not worry about being suddenly fired by our boss, not worry about the ubiquitous gangsters, not worry about... Oh, there's no house to live!" the blonde young man smiled.

"Haha, you're right. In fact, the Chinese are doing well, at least, they are much better than those municipal governments and councillors who only know how to serve those rich people." Someone echoed.

"When the Chinese are defeated, you will be labeled as a 'sympathizer' because of these words, and then be beaten up, and maybe you will go to prison." Someone laughed.

"Well, I admit my mistake and let the Chinese die... Also, let's have a drink for those damn Chinese." The man shouted.

"Yes, toast to the damn Chinese..."

"cheers!"

...

After eight o'clock.

Municipal Government Building.

"Cheers to the 'damn' Chinese?"

"That...this is not what I said."

"I know. But you didn't stop him."

"Boss, you know... I'm not good at coming out."

"Then why did you say 'damn' in front of me? Do you really want to scold me?"

"No, I definitely don't have that kind of idea."

"real?"

“I can swear to God!”

"Forget it, you're just a bandit, God is too lazy to pay attention to you."

Guo Jinzhang scratched his head and looked at the blonde young men in front of him with a sinister smile. The "film police" they had just occupied San Francisco, and now they are also under the command of the "Colorless Reconnaissance Team" and one of the captains of the "Colorless Reconnaissance Team" and the former Nevada Desert bandit leader Joni!

"Boss, can you look at me without such eyes?" Joni couldn't help but begged.

"My eyes are scary?"

"kind of."

"Okay, this flattery is good." Guo Jinzhang smiled, "I'll give you another new task."

"Welcome to your order." Joni thrust his chest and stood attentively. If there is a task, there will be a bonus, and Guo Jinzhang has always been generous... This is also the reason why their "colorless reconnaissance team" serves the Chinese: if you have money, who cares about America and who cares about the United States?

"Help me take a trip to Seattle!"
Chapter completed!