America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 208

The sheriff didn't reach out to catch the whip, and the policemen around him had already raised their guns and aimed at Chen Jianqiu.

"Hey, take it easy, take it easy." The hotel owner ran over from the front door in a panic, saw the situation in front of him, and hurried to smooth things over.

Chen Jianqiu waved to the loyal Li Sifu, motioning him to move away from the barrel.

The young man was a little reconciled, he got up from the carriage, and slowly leaned towards Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's okay, just let them see it."

He looked at the sheriff with a half-smile, and made a gesture of invitation to the iron buckets: "Please take a look, but I have to tell you in advance, this bucket, you'd better not open it."

The sheriff glared at him and shouted at his subordinates, "Go, open those barrels for me."

Several policemen rushed forward and began to pry the lid of the bucket.

However, when they just pried one of the through lids out of a crack, a foul smell came from the crack.

The policeman closest to the barrel instantly moved his head away, and started vomiting towards the side of the carriage, while the other, clutching his nose, quickly jumped off the carriage.

"What a waste!" The sheriff looked down on these two subordinates who couldn't even smell.

When he was helping Van Cleef, he dared to drill into any dirty place, and dared to go to any messy place.

Otherwise, why would it be his turn to take over after being killed!

He pushed open the lid on the iron bucket and stuck his head in.

The sheriff almost threw up too.

Inside was a bucket full of dark stuff, and it smelled like rotten eggs.

Chen Jianqiu slightly covered his nose with the cuff of his sleeve. He saw the sheriff half-body leaned in, and quietly put his right foot on the back of the cart.

The carriage, which was originally in a state of balance, instantly tipped forward, while the unlucky Sheriff fell headlong into the bucket.

"Quick! Save people!" Chen Jianqiu pulled the sheriff out of the bucket with all his might.

At this time, the sheriff's glory was gone, and the brand new uniform was instantly covered with black, sticky liquid.

His hair was glued together, and his whole figure looked like a bird that had fallen into a swamp.

"Yue~, what, what is this?" The sheriff lost his arrogance just now, he only felt that dozens of rotten eggs had been beaten all over his body now.

At the time, few of the general public in New Mexico knew what it was.

Of course the sheriff didn't know either.

"Hey, Sheriff, I told you earlier, don't rush to open it." Chen Jianqiu covered his nose with his cuff, covering his disgusted face by the way.

These barrels of oil are samples drilled by Smith from two wells. Except for the first barrel, which looks okay, the latter ones all smell of rotten eggs.

Originally, Chen Jianqiu didn't even want to open the iron bucket this time, how did he transport it here, and how did he transport it back, but unexpectedly he met this police chief who was looking for trouble everywhere.

The owner of the hotel wailed from behind: "Oh, it stinks! How are you going to let me do business?"

Some onlookers who didn't know the truth had already gathered around. They covered their noses with their hands and pointed at the panic-stricken sheriff who was smelling all over his body.

The police chief looked at Chen Jianqiu viciously: "What's your name?"

"Chen Long, Mr. Sheriff."

"Okay, I'll remember you." The police chief pointed at Chen Jianqiu, turned around and prepared to leave.

"By the way, Sheriff, don't forget your whip."

Chen Jianqiu threw the whip in his hand, and it landed on the sheriff's hand impartially.

After the police chief ran away in despair with several of his men, Chen Jianqiu asked Li Sifu to put the lid back on the iron bucket.

At this time, the people who were freely moving outside also came back one after another.

Camilla went to the little girl's house to look at the little girl and her brother, but never thought that they no longer lived there. The neighbors said they didn't know where they went;

Hanif went to get himself an outfit, thinking it was almost Christmas and he had to buy himself something nice.

Holmes used his feet to measure the streets of Santa Fe, experiencing the local customs.

Sean seemed to be the only one busy with business. He set up a stall at the local market and sold the things he found on those Pinkerton detectives.

Such as brooches, belts and the like.

However, due to his poor Spanish and his unfamiliarity with the place, Crazy was stared at by the locals in the market.

There was little harvest in the afternoon, and finally rolled up the stall and returned to the hotel helplessly.

Everyone met again at dinner.

They didn't go to the Mexican restaurant opposite this time, but ate some simple food provided by the hotel in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel.

Chen Jianqiu told everyone what happened during the day, from Astor, to Rockefeller, to the sheriff who fell into the crude oil barrel.

"Then we still have to stay here and wait for the news?" Sean frowned. "If that's the case, wouldn't we just have to go back and learn how to herd cattle?"

"No, it's really impossible, don't we still have those gold bars at the bottom of the lake to share?" Chen Jianqiu winked at him, "Besides, don't we still have Browning? It would be nice to learn how to sell guns after him. OK."

Sean couldn't tell whether the words in his boss's mouth were true or false, so he kept his mouth shut.

But just as he shut his mouth, a voice came from outside the hotel.

"Mr. Chen!"

When everyone heard the voice, they all looked outside the door at the same time.

During the day, the police chief with "black hair" appeared at the door. At this time, he had washed everything on his body, changed his clothes and stood there.

Chen Jianqiu's butt didn't want to move at all, he didn't even want to look at the sheriff.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Scott wants to see you." The police chief walked to Chen Jianqiu's side and said respectfully, his attitude was completely different from that of Bai Tian.

Chen Jianqiu didn't need to think about what happened.

In all likelihood, the brother reported to Scott what he had seen. These idiots don't know oil, but Scott, who is well-informed, knows.

He has never been able to figure out what kind of medicine this old fox is selling. It stands to reason that oil is not his basic skill at all.

The rich Republicans who control the politics of New Mexico still mainly focus on animal husbandry and mining, and Scott, who is their political front, is protecting their interests no matter what.

Besides, why does this old man always care about himself so much?
Chen Jianqiu scratched his head.

But he still has the same principle: there must be a way for a car to reach the mountain, and some things can't be avoided if you just want to avoid them.

He asked everyone to rest first, and followed the sheriff to Scott's office.

The Senator's office is also on the same street as the Chamber of Commerce.

The actual person in power in Santa Fe didn't seem to have the concept of leaving get off work. When Chen Jianqiu rode by his downstairs, he found that the lights in his office were still on.

The sheriff led him to the second floor, and he pointed to the end of the corridor and said to Chen Jianqiu, "It's there, I'll go down first."

After that, he turned and went down the stairs.

Chen Jianqiu walked towards the office along the corridor.

However, when he approached that office, there was a violent quarrel inside.

Chen Jianqiu raised his eyebrows, as if there was a good show to watch.

He was just about to get closer and listen carefully to what happened.

The door was opened from the inside with a "bang", and a man with glasses slammed the door and came out angrily.

His face was flushed with emotion, and his lips and body were trembling slightly. It was strange that Chen Jianqiu could read the fear in his anger from his expression.

The man passed by Chen Jianqiu without looking at him, and walked straight to the stairs.

Chen Jianqiu didn't think too much, he continued to move forward and came to the door of Scott's office.

The familiar old man was sitting in his big chair, waiting for him.

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