America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 361 Scott's Request
After arranging things in New York, Chen Jianqiu boarded the train back to Roswell.

He originally planned to return directly to Roswell, but unexpectedly, he was stopped by enthusiastic city councilors in Santa Fe.

The alderman is Scott's follower.

So, when Chen Jianqiu saw his fat face with a smile on the platform.

He knew that Scott must be looking for him again.

"What does Scott want from me?" Chen Jianqiu asked in the carriage.

"I don't know about that. Senator Scott only said he was looking for you, and didn't tell me anything else." The city councilor still had a greasy smile on his face.

A harmless look.

At this time, there was a sudden noise outside the carriage.

Chen Jianqiu opened the curtain on the carriage window and looked out.

A group of people in business clothes hold a sign with a person's name: Raymond Russ
"Raymond Russ! The savior of New Mexico! Tony Davis is a jerk!"

Chen Jianqiu has an impression of Tony Davis.

If I remember correctly, the last time I saw him was in Albuquerque, where he later became the mayor of Albuquerque.

As for the other name, he was really not familiar with it.

"Who is Raymond Rath?" Chen Jianqiu asked the fat councilor opposite.

"The Democratic Party is the most likely candidate for the governor's election this time," said the congressman, "actually he is also a fool."

After he said this, the congressman suddenly realized that the word "also" seemed to be used inappropriately, so he quickly shut up.

Chen Jianqiu patted his head.

He remembered that New Mexico is about to start a new gubernatorial election recently.

Could it be that the Republican candidate Scott recommended was the mayor of Albuquerque, whom even the congressmen thought was a fool?
Although New Mexico was a quasi-state at this time, it had not yet been formally incorporated into the Federation.

But Republicans and Democrats are no less contested here than those eastern states.

"Are you planning to elect Davis?" Chen Jianqiu looked at the congressman.

"Uh, this." The congressman hesitated for a long time, but didn't say anything.

Seeing this congressman pretending to be stupid every day, Chen Jianqiu stopped asking.

The two soon came to Scott's office.

Chen Jianqiu is very familiar with this mansion.

Since Roswell has more business, he often runs here.

In the name of reporting to Mr. Scott, he actually got a bunch of privileges from him.

Scott was standing at his desk smoking a dull cigarette.

In Chen Jianqiu's impression, the old man's face rarely seemed so ugly.

"What's the matter, old man?" Chen Jianqiu sat down on the chair, leaned against the back of the chair, and asked lazily, "Why don't I make you some golden things for fun?"

"Are you happy in New York?" Scott glanced at Chen Jianqiu and asked angrily.

"Hey, you won't be angry about this, are you?" Chen Jianqiu sat up, with a look of indifference, "I don't mean to change my family, I went to New York just to expand some business."

"You should focus on the business in the state first." Scott picked up an envelope on the table and threw it at Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu pinched his fingers lightly, and the envelope fell into his hands obediently.

He opened the envelope and found several newspaper clippings and a black-and-white photograph inside.

The contents of the clippings are all exposing how Scott and the Republican Party have done evil in New Mexico.

Chen Jianqiu looked at it, a small part was true, and most of it was fake.

In terms of scale, he thinks it is average, because what Scott has done is far worse than these.

The author of these newspaper clippings is the same person, named Marcel Landry.

"The editor-in-chief of the "Santa Fe Star." Scott slapped the table heavily, "How did your border detective agency do it? I cut this clipping from the newspaper myself!"

"Could it be a newspaper controlled by the Democratic Party?" Chen Jianqiu flipped through it.

"So what?" Scott said angrily, "After the Civil War, these people have been living as local rats, and they still want to turn against the sky?"

Chen Jianqiu took out the black and white photo and looked at it.

"Kill it?" He gestured at Scott to wipe his neck.

Scott almost got burned by the cigarette in his hand.

"Don't just kill this one and that one, okay? Do I look that much like a murderer? Now that the election is near, don't bother me, okay?"

"You know, my hands and feet are always clean." Chen Jianqiu looked at Scott,
Scott actually thought about it for a while.

"Forget it, you should talk to him first, that is, to persuade him, understand?"

The old man is still kind-hearted and has no intention of killing him.

"Understood." Chen Jianqiu stood up, ready to leave.

He knew that Scott's "talk" must not be that simple.

At this point, there is no communication at the partisan level anymore, it is nothing more than threats and mutual spraying.

Otherwise, let the fat city councilor sitting across from him go and finish the job.

Why do you have to let yourself out.

After Chen Jianqiu walked out of the office, only Scott and the city councilor were left in the room.

The fat congressman changed his smile, and his face sank:
"Mr. Congressman, do you really think that Chen is a controllable person now? Will he continue to serve us loyally?"

Scott sat back in his big chair and didn't reply for a while.

The fat senator stood up.

He walked to the window, through the window, looked at Chen Jianqiu's figure leaving from downstairs.

"He acts like a fool around us, but I've heard from the board of the Santa Fe Railroad that he's not like that at all in the company!"

"He is very powerful now, and he is involved in more and more businesses. I heard that DuPont has suffered from him!"

"The most frightening thing is that no one can infiltrate Roswell now. We don't know what's going on inside!"

The fat man walked up to Scott and lowered his voice.

He raised a very important question.

"Mr. Congressman, haven't you noticed that there are more and more yellow-skinned Chinese in Santa Fe and Albuquerque recently?"

Scott sank into his chair, his face darkened.

If it wasn't for the fat congressman's reminder, he really wouldn't have noticed this.

Chen Jianqiu is indeed better than those previous "chamber pots".

But it seems that I really indulged him too much.

Every time Abiot came to his place to report things, they were all the same, without any disturbance.

Could it be that he has already been bought by Chen Jianqiu?
This Chinese businessman has always been dumbfounded in front of him, but he has not forgotten that this guy was once a ruthless character who committed various major crimes in the western states.

However, when I sent people to Colorado to deal with the matter not long ago, I found that almost all of Chen Jianqiu's crimes had been erased.

Scott's face became more and more ugly, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

He suddenly discovered that this person seemed to be much more difficult to deal with than the previous McCall, the leader of the Crocodile Gang and his like.

This time, is he raising tigers himself?
Seeing that Scott was silent, the fat city councilor came up again.

"I do have a way."

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(End of this chapter)