America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 281 The Tavern in Tombstone Town
Three people came to the door of the hotel.

Chen Jianqiu handed the reins to the waiter who came to lead the horse. Just as he was about to walk into the gate of the hotel, he found that Xiao En's eyes were attracted by something.

"Boss, tell me, why are there so many taverns in this place?" Sean licked his lips.

Chen Jianqiu followed the eyes of the black man.

Looking at a street, there are actually taverns, casinos and sex courts on both sides.

They are mixed together, regardless of each other in terms of business scope, fully embodying inclusiveness.

You can gamble money in the tavern, play ball in the casino, or drink in the X yard.

The reason is not difficult to understand.

This is a new town that made its fortune from silver mines, and the people in the town are full of all kinds of single miners, criminals and upstarts.

They all have more or less money in their hands.

A small western town in the 19th century was a place lacking in entertainment.

At night or when they are resting, these rough guys need to release their restless hormones.

So there was wine, cards and balls in the town.

"Boss, I think we can make a fortune here." Sean's hands began to itch again.

"You'd better save yourself, if you get caught cheating here, you will have a few holes in your body immediately." Hanif adjusted his belt.

"Bang! Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two gunshots and the sound of glass shattering came from the street.

A man stumbled and fell out of the door of a tavern, walked a few steps towards the middle of the street, and fell on the street.

A cowboy followed from the door,

After realizing that the man had already rushed to the street, he turned the revolver in his hand, and then smoothly inserted the gun into his holster.

"Bastard, whether it's playing cards or guns, you are not my opponent. Don't try to use that despicable means to win." The cowboy looked at Pujie lying in the center of the street with disdain.

"This is a fair duel." He spread his hands to those around him.

The tavern owner nodded to the law enforcement officers who came after him.

The crowd of onlookers dispersed quickly. It seemed that this kind of scene was common in this town.

"Look, I'm not wrong." Hanif turned to look at Sean, "However, we can go and have fun."

The two looked at Chen Jianqiu at the same time.

"Let's stay here first." Chen Jianqiu was noncommittal.

The three entered the hotel and checked in.

As night fell, Sean, who had finished his dinner, was leaning against the door of the hotel boredly, looking at the brightly lit tavern opposite.

"Let's go." A voice came from behind him.

Sean turned his head and saw Chen Jianqiu and Hanif coming out of the hotel.

"Go, let's experience the customs of this town." Chen Jianqiu patted Xiao En on the shoulder, and then walked towards the street.

"Where are you going?" The black man beamed with joy and followed closely behind.

Chen Jianqiu looked up and glanced at the signs hanging in various taverns on the street.

A dazzling array of beautiful things in eyes, each showing its ability.

There are only words on it, and there are simple paintings of wine glasses, as well as sheep's and dog's heads.

Chen Jianqiu's eyes fell on one of them.

The LOGO of this tavern is a silhouette of a playing card Ace of Spades, with the name of the tavern on the back - Ace of Spades.

Here a duel took place during the day.

"This is the one." After Chen Jianqiu finished speaking, he walked towards this tavern.

The one who was beaten to death during the day had been dragged away, and the glass door was broken, and the door frame is still empty.

But this does not prevent the boss from doing business.

There was an endless stream of people coming in and out of the tavern, and the tavern was full of people.

Three people walked in.

Chen Jianqiu has never seen such a lively tavern in a small town in the west, comparable to San Francisco and Denver.

On the left hand side of the entrance, there is a large long table, where a person starts the game as the banker; on the other tables, different poker games are also going on.

There were also those who came here for a drink, and they chatted wildly about some topics unique to the West.

Girls scurry from table to table, hooking up with drinkers and gamblers.

It seems that everyone who comes here can find their own happiness here.

Xiao En greeted Chen Jianqiu, and then plunged into those gamblers. He was very familiar with this kind of occasion.

And Hanif followed behind Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu's yellow skin has attracted some people's attention.

This small town is not very welcoming to the Chinese, because people in the town think that the Chinese miners are grabbing jobs here, just like the Shiquan Town where Chen Jianqiu first stayed.

Especially after the bill was introduced.

But firstly, Chen Jianqiu didn't have braids on the back of his head, and secondly, he was followed by the white man Hanif, so after thinking for a while, those people looked away.

Chen Jianqiu didn't care about these gazes, he was used to it.

His eyes swept across the lobby of the tavern.

Suddenly, on a table by the bar, he saw a familiar figure.

This man was sipping a glass of whiskey, and his eyes were scanning the crowd in the tavern. He was not so much drinking as he was observing everyone in the tavern.

In this day and age of America, it is fashionable to wear a thick beard on one's upper lip, but no one's beard is as impressive as his.

Including Hanif.

"Mr. Writer, long time no see."

After passing a drunk who was pushed to the ground and being beaten, Chen Jianqiu came to the man's table and greeted him with a smile.

This person is none other than the famous writer Mark Twain.

"Aha, Mr. Chen, it's you!"

After seeing the acquaintance coming, the writer also stood up and held Chen Jianqiu's hand.

Chen Jianqiu and Hanif sat down opposite Mark Twain.

"Two glasses of whiskey!" Hanif called to the bartender.

"Why are you here?" The writer looked at Chen Jianqiu with a smile, "Could it be that you are also here to dig a silver mine?"

"Just passing by." The young man smiled and shook his head, "What about you? Are you still picking up the wind? I thought you had already returned to California."

"I went to San Francisco, but I couldn't stay there, so I came out again." The writer took a sip of his wine and put the glass back on the table.

"Art comes from life." He leaned back in his chair and pointed to the people in the tavern, "Look, this is the ecology of our country's frontier, wild and unrestrained."

"Well, everyone is indeed very energetic." Chen Jianqiu looked at the door, where there was a table that was already in a mess.

But the guy who was beaten quickly lost his resistance and was thrown out.

"What are you looking at? Lower your heads and drink your own wine!" The beating man spat out, turned his head and cursed viciously at a person who was looking at him at the door.

"Klan, it is said that he is a horse thief. Does anyone here dare to provoke him?" Mark Twain whispered to Chen Jianqiu.

"How do you know?" Chen Jianqiu looked away from that villain's face.

"It's just what I heard. I need to know some stories." The writer shrugged. "At least one and a half people in this tavern are not good people. They have been offered rewards or something."

Hanif cleared his throat.

But the writer didn't notice Hanif's little tricks. He continued: "But as long as they don't commit crimes in Tombstone, even the famous local sheriff Wyatt will not do anything to them."

"Let's talk about San Francisco." Chen Jianqiu changed the subject.

The three of them started chatting about things other than this town.

After learning of Chen Jianqiu's current identity, the writer opened his mouth in surprise. He congratulated the young man in front of him. As a Chinese, it is not easy to accumulate wealth in the United States.

But after talking about the bill, Mark Twain sighed: "I sympathize with your experience, but this may be something you have to face, and it will be inevitable for a period of time in the future. .”

They talked for a while.

Suddenly, there was a roar from the long table:

"I'm just saying don't get this nigga involved, you bastards!"

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