America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 205 There is a flavor called spicy
Thiago knelt on the ground like a frightened bird.

He lowered his head, his body was still trembling slightly, he didn't know if it was because of fright, or the sequelae of being kicked in the head just now.

Chen Jianqiu squatted down and untied the rope for him.

"Do you know why you are in such a mess now?" Chen Jianqiu said to the middle-aged man in front of him.

The Mexican shook his head.

"You don't have a mass base." Chen Jianqiu "taught you earnestly", "You attack your own people every day. In the eyes of your compatriots, you are even worse than a dog."

Thiago raised his head, with a dazed look on his face, half understanding.

"Brother, there is no future for messing around here." Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder, "Every move here is under the watchful eyes of the big shots in Santa Fe."

"What's the point of grabbing the money of the poor? You have to find rich people to grab it." Chen Jianqiu said, "You have to go to the south, where there are more Mexicans, for example, near Lincolnshire."

When Thiago heard it, his mood that had just calmed down began to become excited again, shaking his head like a rattle.

"No, no, I heard that a group of people in suits just swept over there, and now there are no thieves in Lincolnshire."

"That just happened to be a vacuum period." Chen Jianqiu said, "You used to be a boss like a dog anyway."

Thiago looked hesitant, he pondered over Chen Jianqiu's proposal.

"Let's go." Chen Jianqiu asked Xiao En to lead his horse over, "I know you still have some horses."

The Mexican walked cautiously to the horse and mounted it.

As he walked forward, he followed Chen Jianqiu's and the others' actions, turning his head twice at a step, and after realizing that they hadn't made any movement, he slapped his ass and ran away.

"Just let him go like this?" Hanif watched Thiago go away, feeling unwilling, "Boss, you don't really think that he will change his ways and treat the poor well?"

A smile appeared on Chen Jianqiu's face: "Dog, you can't change eating shit."

The team traveled along the road from Albuquerque to Santa Fe, and soon came to the entrance to the south of Santa Fe.

They walked the same way as last time.

It may be because Christmas is two days away, and there is an endless stream of people entering and leaving the city.

Whether they are Catholics or Christians, Christmas is their common holiday, while Chinese people are often not included in this list.

Since he had been to Santa Fe last time, Chen Jianqiu was familiar with the road this time, and he quickly found the hotel he stayed in before.

Except for the owner of the hotel, other people on this street have no impression of them.

There are fresh news and news every day. What they are concerned about recently is when those Mexican bosses will be sent to the gallows.

What's more, Chen Jianqiu was dressed as a wealthy landlord, except for the lack of braids on the back of his head, he was no different from ordinary Chinese businessmen.

New Mexico is a melting pot of races, there are all kinds of businessmen coming and going, who would care about a Chinese businessman,
When the hotel owner saw Chen Jianqiu, he was stunned for a moment, but didn't recognize him for a while, until he saw Camilla beside him and Hanif with the upturned beard, and then remembered.

He never expected that the young Chinese in front of him was actually a businessman, although he still didn't quite believe it.

He had thought the man was one of the rich New York's bodyguards or hired gunmen.

After opening a hotel for so many years, I have never seen such a good Chinese businessman with a gun.

"Do you need cargo storage service?" The boss glanced at the carriages parked at the entrance of the hotel, and said to Chen Jianqiu with a smile on his face.

"Oh, just find a convenient place to put it aside, what's the matter?" Chen Jianqiu said as he took out the money.

"You may have to be careful recently, Santa Fe is not very peaceful." The hotel owner said mysteriously, "The police are more active and not very friendly, especially the new faces from outside the city."

"Oh? What's the reason?"

"I can't tell you this in detail, I can only remind you." The hotel owner began to turn into a riddler.

"Oh, got it, thank you." Chen Jianqiu handed the money to the boss disapprovingly, and took the room key from the boss at the same time.

Judging from various sources, the assassination at the reception last time was over.

He didn't come to Santa Fe this time to ask for trouble, but he had business to do.

Since nothing was committed in the territory of Santa Fe, what are the police doing?
After unloading their luggage, everyone went to their own rooms to rest. They agreed to meet at a Mexican restaurant opposite at noon.

"What the hell is this?" Sean looked at the plate thrown on their table by the waitress whose waist was as thick as a bucket.

Inside are several half-moon-shaped tortillas. The fillings and sauces are very rich in color, including red, green, and yellow. They are colorful and have a strong visual impact.

"Mexicans call him Quesadillas. To put it bluntly, it is a cheese tortilla. You can try it." Holmes is not only rich in geological knowledge, but also seems to have studied food.

Sean looked at the others, and finally his eyes fell on Camilla.

The girl should not cheat herself.

Camilla cut a piece in front of him and put it in her mouth.

Sean hesitated a little, but his hunger overcame his fear of unknown food, and he took a bite.

He chewed it twice.

An extremely strong acrimony spread from the tip of the tongue to the throat, choking the black man to cough.

His blood flowed directly to his head, and he felt like his whole body was about to burn.

"I thought you could eat spicy food." Hanif looked sympathetically at the black man who was looking for water everywhere, "Mexican food has always been very spicy."

Sean was so hot that tears and sweat flowed from his eyes at the same time. He looked at Li Sifu at the side and found that this Chinese boy was eating with gusto.

"Fuck, don't you think it's spicy?" The black man looked in disbelief.

Li Sifu drove the carriage all morning, he was hungry, and he was eating well at this moment, he looked at the black man blankly:

"Is it very spicy?"

"He is from Hunan, and he eats chili peppers." Chen Jianqiu said to the black man while chewing corn tortillas, "Our hometown has all kinds of flavors, sweet, bitter, spicy."

He took a piece of paper out of his clothes and glanced at it.

He then stuffed the paper back into his clothes and stuffed the rest of the tortilla into his mouth.

The piece of paper was Vaughan's previous letter, which recorded the address of the company to which the Roswell land belonged.

He patted the crumbs on his hands:
"I'll go down and visit the company Vaughn mentioned. You can spend the afternoon at your own leisure."

Everyone looked at Chen Jianqiu at the same time.

"Shouldn't we follow?" Holmes asked, "Should we transport those samples of crude oil?"

Chen Jianqiu stood up, picked up a box next to him, and shook his head: "No need, you go and look around. I can handle it alone."

After all, he walked out of the hotel gate, got on his horse, and headed to the address recorded on the paper.

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