The fifth section saved a "thief"

  Luckily, Long Jianming had a fluent New York accent that could deceive British gentlemen, and soon he got to the bottom of things. It turned out that his large trunk and another large wooden box were mixed up by the dockworkers! This was a fatal mistake: inside the boxes were cars, and inside the cars were gold and other equipment...

  The harbor authorities were still enthusiastic about such things, and soon contacted the railway. However, considering that the contents of the box were too shocking, Long Jianming decided to go to Kansas to retrieve his own vehicle in person. So, he rushed to take the train to Kansas City again, and finally retrieved his belongings on New Year's Eve.

  The bright yellow Hummer H2 drove westward amidst a sea of astonished gazes, leaving behind a cloud of dust that quickly dispersed, and everything returned to calmness. Only two clear tire tracks were left on the ground. Perhaps, the road ahead will gradually develop from these tire tracks.

  Deep in the Sierra Nevada mountains, there is a small town called Davickra on a small impact plain. The town's several hundred residents are descendants of mid-19th-century gold prospectors who settled and built the town here. Because just north of the town center, less than half a mile into the mountains, there were several gold mines.

  The shantytown to the north of the town is a place that the townspeople are unwilling to set foot in. There are several hundred miners from Asia, Africa and Oceania there, it's the dirtiest and most chaotic place in the town. Wang Dong is secretly putting the small gold blocks he has accumulated over the past year into a small cloth bag under his thin quilt cover, these small gold blocks were stolen out of sight of the supervisor at the risk of his life, they will be exchanged for green banknotes and a ticket back to China! Today, I should and must escape, far away from this dark and inhumane place...

  Going home was the greatest longing in Wang Yong's heart, and he returned to his hometown of Zhangzhou Prefecture, Quanzhou County, Fujian Province, by the sea, countless times in his dreams. The small houses, aging parents, lovely sister, and unfinished books were all things that Wang Yong couldn't shake off, almost every night appearing in his dreams... For generations, the Wang family made a living from fishing, and with great difficulty, they scraped together some money to send him to a private school in the countryside to study. They hoped that he, the only male heir of the Wang family, could become a scholar or official and bring honor to their poor fishing family! But unexpectedly, on a summer night in 1900, while studying by the sea, he was kidnapped from behind with a sack over his head, taken across the ocean to work as a miner, and ended the hopes of an entire family. (From the mid-18th century to the late 19th century, the activity of kidnapping and deceiving strong laborers into going to America to do hard labor as "coolies" was rampant along China's coastlines.)

  Wang Yong was not willing to spend the rest of his life buried in the dark mine! He knew very well: 15-18 hours of labor a day, earning 30 cents, deducting food expenses and clearing the $150 ship ticket fee, could only be taken into his own hands after 20 years. After 20 years, how long would it take for a Chinese man in his 40s to save up enough money to return home? Maybe he wouldn't even make it back in this lifetime! He decided that even if he were caught and beaten to death by the foreman Black like others, he had to try his luck!

  He hid a small piece of gold in the rolled-up leg of his pants or in his mouth, nose every time he came out of the mine, and after more than half a year, he had accumulated a small package... He worked hard as usual, pretending to be loyal and obedient, and slowly won the favor of the foremen and team leaders. These foreigners often sent him to town to buy tobacco, wine, meat, etc., and Wang Yang tried his best to complete these tasks perfectly...

  Yesterday evening, Blake and several supervisors drank almost all the wine. Maybe they'll have to go buy some themselves at noon today because it's New Year's Day...

  Wang Yong finished his preparations, pretending to put on his shoes and hiding the small cloth bag in the broken shoes under the bed. Then he followed the team of black and yellow miners (mainly Chinese) to the entrance of the mine, took tools from the foreman, and like a mouse, bowed his head and walked into the mine with a low profile. Under the dim light of several miner's lamps, they began their new day's work. The white supervisors were watching at the entrance of the cave, carrying revolvers on their left side, while the lower-ranking foremen carried cowhide whips behind the miners, ready to strike any miner at any time...

  There were over 300 miners, mostly Chinese, with a small number of blacks and browns. Wang Yong clearly remembered: when he first arrived, there were 247 Chinese people here, now only 163 are left. In just over a year's time, more than 80 Chinese workers have died from exhaustion, starvation, illness, beatings, and being crushed by the earth! Most of the Chinese workers came from Zhejiang, Fujian, and Guangdong provinces, and it was unlikely that they, including Wang Yong himself, would be able to escape the devil's clutches and gain freedom until the day they died. The only way out was to run away, to escape to San Francisco's Chinatown, where the Tiandihui could stand up for the Chinese!

  Wang Yong, exhausted and hungry, with eyes full of golden stars, finally made it to 10:30. The whistle for dinner came from the entrance of the cave, and the miners quickly put down their tools and rushed out of the cave. There were only two meals a day, and the amount was controlled by the foremen and supervisors to just enough to maintain working energy, every gram of food had been "precisely calculated", the mine owner, supervisors, and foremen did not want the miners to have any extra strength to escape!

  The miners emerged from the tunnel at a much faster pace than when they entered. Wang Duo rushed to grab his share of food and started eating as fast as he could, despite the rice being made from moldy coarse grains and oats for horses, which was very hard to swallow. He didn't dare hesitate, shoving the "energy" into his mouth with all his might. Because Black might ask him to go buy wine, if he hadn't finished eating by then, where would he get the strength to run away?!

  "Come here!"

  Wang Yong, who was crouching on the ground and finishing his last rice, felt a boot kick his butt. What's coming has finally come! Blake was indeed standing behind him with a wine jug in hand. Wang Yong quickly put down his bowl, wiped his hands on his clothes a few times, and respectfully took the wine jug and several coins from the foreman. "OK, OK!" He expressed obedience, flattery, and willingness with this single word he could say, and then trotted towards the town with his tattered cloth shoes making slapping sounds.

  Black, with his whiskey-stained face and matted whiskers, was thoroughly satisfied. This long-braided, undersized Chinaman was the most tractable and intelligent yellow devil he had ever laid eyes on! He watched Wang Yin slip into the workshop, feeling even more pleased with himself, for this yellow devil always washed his hands clean before buying whiskey every time!

  Wang Yong took out a small cloth bag from under the bed and tied it around his waist, which was the only gain in more than a year, and also the capital for escaping back to China. After drilling out of the workshop, Wang Yong continued to run towards the town, and when he was about to arrive at the general store, he turned west onto the main road, and under the cover of the houses, he fled westward, westward, westward, and going west would take him to San Francisco...

  Black's smile at the corner of his mouth converged, 20 minutes have passed, how come this obedient yellow devil hasn't brought back the wine yet?! In the past, it would take no more than 10 minutes to see this panting guy trotting back, what's going on today?

  Another 10 minutes passed, and there was still no sign of the little yellow devil on the road leading to the mining area! "Hornick, take two people to check out the guy who bought wine. I'm worried that the yellow devil wants to escape, hurry up!"

  A foreman named Honeich beckoned two other foremen and they immediately ran towards the town.

  "John, did you see that yellow devil buying liquor?" Honeychurch asked the proprietor of the village general store.

  "Who? That yellow devil who's always buying you bunch of bastards drinks? I saw him running west! Yeah! He must be trying to escape! You bunch of drunken bastards..."

  Hornick ignored the grocery store owner's sarcasm, pulled out a Colt revolver from his waist and fired a warning shot, then chased after him with others!

  The gunshot startled the town and also startled Long Jianming, who was entering the town from the east. He saw several white men holding guns running westward in the distance. Obviously, these people were not coming for him. "America is like this, everyone has guns." Long Jianming made a disdainful expression that no one could see, and with a slight force on his right foot, he accelerated and also headed west. What's wrong with rushing to watch the excitement?

  Hornick and a few men chased for a while, finally seeing a figure running on the road ahead. "That's the runaway, a thief who stole wine money, hurry up!" Hornick hadn't run like this in a long time, panting and firing two shots into the air, taking advantage of the brief pause to catch his breath before continuing the chase, with two subordinates running 20 yards ahead of him.

  "Halt! You little thief who steals wine money!"

  Three people didn't notice at all that a big yellow thing was approaching from behind, nor did they notice the exclamations and evasive actions of several onlookers on both sides. Catching the escaped yellow ghost is the most important thing!

  Long Jianming had already seen clearly: three white men with guns were chasing a figure in the distance, and his good eyesight even saw the long braid on the back of that person's head. "It's a Chinese!" Long Jianming's understanding of history made him very aware of the danger this compatriot was in. If it were true what those white men were shouting - that this compatriot was a thief, then being beaten to death in this place where Chinese people were extremely discriminated against would not lead to anyone else coming to ask questions! Save first, talk later!!

  "Honk!" The loud horn startled Honey and several other white people, the 80-decibel sound suddenly coming from behind was not something everyone could tolerate. Several people turned around at the same time to see a bright yellow giant over two meters tall right behind them, and it was approaching! Everyone didn't have time to distinguish what this thing was, hastily jumped down from the road shoulder to get out of the way, making room for Long Jianming and H2 to pass through. Amidst the roar of the engine, H2 accelerated and sped away, leaving behind a pungent exhaust smell and a sky full of dust for Honey and others to enjoy...

  H2 quickly caught up with Wang Dang, who was running wildly with his head down, under the manipulation of Long Jianming.

  "Hey! Come up, brother!" Long Jianming yelled as he rolled down the car window.

  The little guy with a long braid, who was running for his life with his ears plugged, how could he have thought that there would be a heavenly savior at this time! Wang Yong, who was running wildly, didn't come to his senses until after a good while (just a few minutes), and saw on his right side a huge monster, inside which was a person, obviously a Chinese man wearing strange clothes, shouting at him.

  "Monster!"

  Wang Yong ran even faster, if this were in the Olympic arena, it's estimated that he would break some kind of record, but it's hard to say for sure.

  Long Jianming smiled wryly and understood why his compatriot, who was fleeing for his life, would behave this way. He shifted the gear to 2nd and lightly stepped on the accelerator to follow him. "Get in, I'm also Chinese, I'm here to help you!"

  The standard "Beijing Mandarin" (which is not much different from the modern Putonghua) was intelligible to Wang Yong, who had read some books. Anyway, he was already exhausted from running, anyway the pursuing soldiers were still 300 meters away, and anyway it wouldn't be a big deal even if he got caught and beaten half to death. With this mindset, Wang Yong stopped in his tracks, and was stuffed into the "monster" by Long Jianming, who had jumped down from the car. The rear door slammed shut with a loud "bang", giving Wang Yong a huge fright, and the feeling of being locked up suddenly filled his mind.

  Just as the pursuing soldiers were over 100 meters away from the "monster" H2, Long Jianming shifted gears and stepped on the gas pedal, speeding away and leaving the white men far behind. The several big men got angry and fired their guns at the distant H2, but not a single bullet hit the target...