Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 56
The first time Wilson met a friendly face in a foreign country, he was caught off guard at the port pier.

This seems to be a small young man, a few years younger than when he died in his previous life, but his face is sallow, his cheeks are thin, and his whole body doesn't seem to have much flesh. Because of the lack of nutrition, he is not tall at all, only in his early 1 meters.

The thin face was full of tiredness, but he still looked at Wilson with pleading and expectant eyes.

"Sir, sir?"

The Asian carefully spoke English with a special colloquialism, using probing words, and nervously watched the two tall white men in front of him.

Both of them were tall, dressed in decent clothes, and the other one even wore glasses. They were gentle and gentle. That's why he mustered up the courage to come forward.

On this wharf, the status of the Chinese is worse than that of a dog raised by the white people, and they are squeezed out everywhere.The guys who managed the docks saw them beating and cursing, and the workers who were also unemployed also looked at them with hatred. They felt that these yellow people had robbed them of their jobs.

"No, thank you, we are not on board yet."

The geologist didn't notice the strangeness of Wilson beside him, he just waved his hand to signal the Asian to go away.

The Asian looked a little disappointed, but he didn't bother too much.

"and many more."

Wilson suddenly stopped him, with a complicated look on his face:

"Are you... um... from the Republic of China?"

Wilson hesitated, and finally chose to ask in English.

Relying on the blessing of the original human body memory and the spoken language he has practiced when communicating with others for more than a week, he has mastered the daily language proficiently, at least he can't see much abnormality at all when communicating with others.

However, he instinctively still felt that he was not used to it, and all his complaints and thoughts in his heart were in his native language.In this environment, the only person who can communicate with him in Chinese is Zhuomu.

But Zhuomu is just a system, not his compatriots.

When he finally saw a familiar Asian face, Wilson really almost blurted out Mandarin.

Fortunately he held back.

Even if Wilson is a professor of Chinese history, it would be too strange to suddenly communicate with the people of the Republic of China in very fluent Chinese.

Moreover, in Wilson's memory, he had been in contact with ancient Chinese history and studied related ancient books, but the research was not very deep.But in terms of Chinese, his human body is almost at a loss for this part.After all, Wilson had never personally visited that country on the other side of the ocean, nor had he had any contact with a few people from the Republic of China.

The Asian who was stopped was a little apprehensive, and quickly nodded to him, pulling out a flattering smile:

"Yes, sir."

"How many years have you been here?" Wilson pretended to be a curious guy with nothing to do, and started chatting with the Asian.

"I came here in the second year of the Republic of China, and I was only ten years old at that time." Asians are a little confused, so they don't know what this idle person wants to do, and generally no one cares about when they came here here.

After all, those people think that they are moths of society, seriously hindering the peaceful and stable development of society. They should get away as far as possible, and beat and scold them at every turn.

In the second year of the Republic of China?

Wilson did a quick calculation and it was 1913.

The Asian in front of him has been here for ten years. Although he is in his prime, his shoulders are bent unconsciously, making him look even shorter.

That weather-beaten face, thick joints, and calloused hands...

If it is said that he is in his thirties, he will believe it.

"It's really hard for you to come from such a far away..." Wilson felt his voice was a little hoarse.

"I came here from California. It is said that there are better jobs here. As a result, sand is filled into the sea every day, and we are whipped with leather whips every day. Many people can't persevere. When it is finally built, they Just don't want us."

Asians seem to have been suppressed for too long, maybe because they looked at this gentleman with gold-rimmed glasses who was more kind, and for some reason they suddenly said a lot.

Wilson stared at his thin body bones and protruding joints, like a black and thin monkey, and many places even looked a little bruised.

He suddenly felt a suffocating pain.

He remembers this history.

Even at this point in time, 1923, which seems to be an era of civilization development, in this prosperous big city, shadows are still everywhere.

He remembers very well that in this day and age, when the Chinese Exclusion Act still existed, many Chinese were brutally beaten simply because of their race.They feel that Chinese labor will not only reduce the material life of Americans, but also erode the spirit and morality of Americans.

A large number of Chinese were brought to California to build the railway, but many of them never went back. They were buried under the cold railroad ties and were run over by countless trains every day.

Every inch of the railway has the blood and souls of countless Chinese laborers.However, they couldn't get the treatment they deserved at all. They were considered to have robbed Americans of their wealth and suffered extremely serious racial discrimination.

The Chinese Exclusion Act would not be repealed until 20 years later.

Looking at the thin body, Wilson's throat suddenly choked up, not knowing what to say.

In the end, he just took out all the coins in his pocket and stuffed them to the weather-beaten Chinese worker.

Although Huagong is inexplicable, who would refuse money falling from the sky?

Looking at the nodding and bowing young Chinese worker, Wilson didn't say anything more, and left with the geologist.

"Howard, what is this?" The geologist didn't know what Wilson meant, why was he suddenly interested in that Asian?

"It's nothing, just some material worth studying." Wilson shook his head with difficulty, his tone bitter.

He doesn't know what he can do.

If the tragedy on them is an ordinary monster attack, then of course Wilson can transform to knock down all the monsters and save mankind.

But this is not ah, this is the suffering of the nation, the blood and tears of history.

He has no ability to change history.

"Zomu, my original world...was there any pollution?"

【not at all】

"Then why do tragedies still happen?"

(End of this chapter)