America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 223

"Have you got it yet?"

After leaving Leonard's compound, Chen Jianqiu turned around and asked Sean who was driving the carriage.

"I got it." Sean took out a document from his pocket, "To prevent them from finding out, I only drew the bottom contract."

"Show it to Lawyer Dylan." Chen Jianqiu pouted into the carriage.

Negro papers and lanterns were handed in.

After a while, Dylan's voice came from the carriage: "The chain of evidence is not complete, but these things are enough for him to have a headache for a while."

Chen Jianqiu turned around, stopped talking, and they walked towards the town.

……

Chen Jianqiu and the Standard Oil team did not meet each other. They set off first and set foot on the road back to Roswell.

In the afternoon about five days later, the team of Standard Oil Company also arrived near the Roswell oil field.

Meyer rode, followed by the grim-faced man with a party of men at guns.

They looked at the oil well in front of them in a daze.

It is quiet here, there is no one there, it seems to be deserted.

Since the last time there was a mass incident here, the Masterworkers have knocked Pete and his hapless team out of Roswell with their fists.

However, they also learned of the news of the change of ownership in the oil field.

The workers received their last month's pay at the oil field from the accountant and never went back to the oil field.

They don't care what the future holds. If they can't do it, it's good to be a construction worker in the new town.

Chen Jianqiu really didn't lie to them. People came across the Chihuahuan Desert one after another, most of them were Chinese.

Various shops in the town have also gradually opened, tailor shops, food stores, grocery stores...

They can live well on the wages they receive on construction sites.

As for the members of the earliest expert group, except for the cook, including the accountant, after Christmas, they all packed their bags and prepared to go home.

Chen Jianqiu tried to persuade him to stay, but Jackson declined politely: "I won't work under Standard Oil anymore. I'm fed up with the faces of those people."

Chen Jianqiu had no choice but to arrange a farewell bonfire banquet for them.

When parting, he held the oil expert's hand and said something meaningful to him: "We will meet again."

Facing the deserted oil fields, Meyer has joys and worries.

The joy is to save him a lot of trouble.

According to Pete, the original workers were troublemakers, and he was still thinking about how to deal with them, and he might even use force.

But now there is no such concern.

The worry is that he has to start all over again.

The most urgent task is to restore oil production in the oil field. The equipment at the refinery is ready-made, and it will be done very quickly.

What if there are no workers?Recruit again, isn't there a small town next to it?

"Hanni, call someone and follow me to the town over there to buy some supplies."

After settling down his staff, Meyer called on his deputy and prepared to go for a walk in the new town of Roswell.

"Do you want to talk to Captain Lynch?" the deputy asked tentatively.

"No, he is also very tired to escort us all the way, and he may have to arrange follow-up security work at night." Meyer shook his head.

"Except for those workers, there's no need to worry about any attacks in the hundreds of miles around." Hanni muttered softly.

The purchasing team soon came to the new town.

Different from the silence of the oil well, this place can be regarded as full of voices and excitement.

The arrangement of the houses in this town seems to have been specially planned and neat. The outermost row of houses is still under construction, and the style of construction is rarely seen in the western United States.

On the construction sites under construction, there are people of all skin colors. They are busy with each other, and English with various accents and Chinese they don't understand come from the construction site.

"Boss, most of the people in this town seem to be Chinese." Hanni looked at the construction site and the surrounding areas, those yellow-skinned faces seemed strange to him.

"Chinese? Chinese people are good, they are cheap." Meyer pouted, and found that Hanni had been pulling his arm, "Why are you pulling me? They don't understand anyway."

Hanni didn't speak, he pointed to the door of the store ahead, and a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes was looking at them with a smile.

"Chinese people are not necessarily cheap." Chen Jianqiu put his hands behind his back, with a smile on his face, but for some reason, Meyer always felt a little cold.

"How can I get to the food store?" Meyer changed the subject, "We are employees of Standard Oil Company, here to buy some food."

"It's right behind me." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the room behind him, "There's only this one house in a radius of a hundred miles, if you miss it, you won't miss it."

"I'm the boss." He added, "My surname is Chen."

Maiye got off his horse and followed Chen Jianqiu into the grain store.

This room is not so much a grain store as it is more like a warehouse, with various bags of grain piled up for most of the room.

Meyer asked the price.

If you don’t ask, you don’t know. If you ask, you will be shocked. The price is two or three times higher than the outside price.

"Aren't you a black shop?" Meyer widened his eyes.

"Then you can go outside to transport yourself." Li Sifu, who was behind Chen Jianqiu, said confidently.

"Can everyone in this town afford food at your price?" Meyer glanced at the construction site.

"So their salary is high." Chen Jianqiu said with a smile.

He didn't tell Meyer that this wave of prices was raised just to welcome their arrival. As for the rest of the town, they don't even have a pot for the time being.

The restaurant that feeds them is behind the construction site.

The owner of that shop is Hanif, who hired the only remaining Italian cook from the expert group and a Chinese chef sent by Zhang Daniana.

Both western and Chinese food are available.

It is said that Hanif has been thinking about Mexican cooks in surrounding towns recently.

The prices there are basically normal.

Li Sifu still looks like you want to buy it or not.

Meyer still wanted to negotiate the price with Chen Jianqiu, but found that Hanni was pulling his arm again: "Buy it, or we will go hungry."

Meyer reluctantly pulled out the money.

"Loading!" Chen Jianqiu yelled, and he and Li Sifu began to load their carts with grain.

Meyer asked Hanni to post job advertisements on the bulletin board across the square, while he did his own thing and stood by the car to watch.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and asked Chen Jianqiu who was loading the goods: "Excuse me, who is Chen Jianqiu?"

"I am, what's the matter?" Chen Jianqiu straightened up and glanced at him.

It dawned on Meyer.

He finally understood why the price of the grain store in front of him was so dark.

What kind of boss, what kind of shop to open.

"Manager Pete asked me to bring you the money he owes." Meyer took out a large bag from the saddle bag, "Please show me the IOU."

Just because of this bag of money, the poor manager Pete was scolded by Rockefeller for a whole afternoon. In addition to asking him to pay part of it himself, he also deducted a month's salary as punishment.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and went back to the house, took out a thick stack of IOUs, and stuffed them into Maiye's hands.

On every IOU, there is the fat man's handprint.

Meyer was shocked to see the amount and terms above.

He decided to figure out a way by himself later, to do business with this kind of person again, he is a dog.

The grain full of flour was loaded onto the cart, and Meyer was about to call Hanni back to the city, but found a man wearing black gloves riding a horse, appearing at the corner of the street not far away.

Chen Jianqiu also saw this person, he always felt that this person looked familiar, especially that nose and that sinister face.

"Captain Lynch, you're here too." Meyer greeted him, "I'll buy some supplies and I'll be back right away."

"Just call me Tim from now on. My full name is Tim Lynch." The man looked around, then glanced at Chen Jianqiu, and headed out of town with Manager Mayor.

Chen Jianqiu looked at their leaving backs and touched his chin.

Captain Lynch?Tim Lynch?What did this man have to do with the Pinkerton detective who Adam had shot dead?
Not friends, really don't get together.

　One more, two more later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)