America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 209 Signing a contract with the devil

Scott sat in his own big chair, puffing on his pipe.

The whole room was filled with the smell of tobacco, so choking that people couldn't open their eyes.

Chen Jianqiu remained silent, still standing at the door, looking at the room.

The furnishings of the room are very simple, there are no bookshelves, no various decorations, only a big table in front of Scott, and his big chair where he can lie down.

"Don't be dazed, sit down, sit down quickly." Scott looked like a kind and friendly old man.

This reminded Chen Jianqiu of the gentleman old mayor of Montrose, who was equally kind, so kind that he almost killed him with a shot in Lincolnshire.

If it wasn't for that pocket watch, he would have been gone long ago.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the opposite of Scott, sat down on the chair opposite him.

"How's your stay in Roswell?" Scott removed the mouth of the pipe from his mouth, took a puff of smoke, and drifted out a sentence as if nothing had happened.

He observed Chen Jianqiu's expression.

"I thought you didn't smoke." Chen Jianqiu didn't answer the question, "I didn't see you bring a pipe at the reception last time."

"Ha, I always thought smoking a pipe was a very private thing." Scott smiled slightly and said with a pun, "But you know, New Mexico is a big place, and you want a private Space is really too difficult."

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak again, he just looked at Scott like this.

Do not admit, do not deny.

Anyway, you are the one who called me here. If you want to talk, please continue. If you don’t talk, it’s so wasted. There’s plenty of time.

"Is Roswell out of luck?" In the end, Scott showed his sincerity and said frankly, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in those dark things."

Chen Jianqiu still didn't speak.

A politician's mouth, a deceitful ghost, God knows what plans this guy has in mind.

What else in that damn place in Roswell could attract these guys?Sand or cactus?
"I know what you're thinking." Scott tapped his pipe on the table. "Whoever is behind that land, they can't get into New Mexico with oil!"

He spoke unhurriedly, but he could vaguely hear the domineering aura of the controllers of Santa Fe and even New Mexico.

"The major shareholder is the Rockefeller family, you can't afford to mess with it." Chen Jianqiu was about to add fire.

"So that's how it is." Scott took a puff of cigarette heavily, with a look of anticipation on his face, "Then let them not come in."

"That can't be helped. For those whose arms can't hold back their thighs, you don't have the right to stop them from developing this land no matter in terms of law or strength." Chen Jianqiu spread his hands.

"The final interpretation of the legislation in the New Mexico region rests with me!" Scott said in a particularly domineering manner, "They just need a little help."

"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you much." Chen Jianqiu shook his head with a helpless expression, "I'm just a small Chinese businessman."

Scott was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "The armed guards of those people in Roswell have been almost killed by you, right? What kind of businessman are you? Armed businessman?"

"Don't talk nonsense, they were attacked, and I saved them."

"The remaining people are homesick. I gave them severance pay and went back. Those who don't want to go back also have jobs." Chen Jianqiu looked innocent.

"They all have a bright and bright future! Only I am the mayor of an empty town." He said "dejectedly".

"Haha, I like young people with ideas." Scott stared at Chen Jianqiu, "That's why I've been paying attention to you."

"So, what do you need me to do for you?" Chen Jianqiu stepped forward.

"Two things." Scott put down the cigarette butt in his hand, supported the table with both hands, leaned forward, and said to Chen Jianqiu word by word.

"First thing, try to kick that guy out. Once they come, we will lose the railroad and the land."

Chen Jianqiu looked troubled.

"I'll give you the support you want, and you just let go and do it."

Of course, Chen Jianqiu understood what Scott meant by "support" and "freedom to do it".

This old man must have promised the Mexican Thiago in the first place.

He nodded "reluctantly": "What's the other thing?"

Scott was very satisfied, this young man seemed to be on the right track, he said the second thing slowly:

"Roswell is next to Lincolnshire, but you have to know that the pastures and timber in Lincolnshire involve our core interests, just like Albuquerque." The smile on the old man's face disappeared.

"Some time ago, our friend there was killed. It is said that he was executed by the well-known local Sheriff Pile on charges of endangering citizens' property."

Chen Jianqiu suddenly realized.

You're the backstage of Fred "One Ear" in Lincolnshire?

"Even if our friend broke the law, he shouldn't be killed like this without a trial." Scott's voice became colder. "At least, he should ask who he represents."

"After the death of our friend, the situation there gradually got out of control, and our interests are being greatly violated."

"So, you need to go to Lincolnshire to control the situation there."

After Scott finished speaking, he waited for Chen Jianqiu's response.

He can make a person rule the wind and rain in New Mexico. This temptation is something that no ambitious young man can refuse.

Chen Jianqiu pondered for a moment, and agreed.

Even if he signed a contract with the devil, he didn't care.

Because it seems that the devil will not abide by the contract, and he is not afraid of falling out with the devil.

Scott was very happy. He had prepared all kinds of arguments to persuade the young man, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

He rang the bell on the desk.

After a while, a bearded cowboy appeared at the door of the office.

Scotta passed Chen Jianqiu, with a pipe in his mouth, and introduced him to the person at the door:
"I believe you have met, but I guess you only met once."

The bearded man raised his head arrogantly, and looked at Chen Jianqiu with his nostrils: "Mr. Chen didn't seem to think highly of me at that time, so I came back after sending off the expert team."

"It was you who made my report?" Chen Jianqiu snorted.

"I'm just performing my duties." The bearded man was still full of arrogance.

"Okay, we're all family now!" Scott tapped his pipe on the table again, "Abiot, a very good shooter, he can be your most powerful assistant!"

"My team doesn't need waste." Chen Jianqiu expressed his dissatisfaction.

Abiot pulled out his gun instantly, and at the same time, Chen Jianqiu's gun was also pointed at him.

"Put down your guns!" Scott's voice was deep but full of weight.

He stared at Chen Jianqiu: "This is not a suggestion, but a condition."

Chen Jianqiu snorted again, and withdrew his hand holding the gun. Colt spun a few times in his hand, and returned to the holster.

"Okay, let him follow."

Abiot also put away the revolver, and left Scott's office without looking back.

"Then, I wish you good luck?" Scott stretched out his right hand to Chen Jianqiu with a pipe in his mouth.

Chen Jianqiu thought for a while, then shook hands with him: "I would like to borrow your good words."

Then, he too turned and left Scott's office.

He left the two-story building, walked to the door, got on his horse, and slowly walked to the street.

Chen Jianqiu glanced to the second floor, and found that the lights in Scott's room had been turned off, but he observed from the shooter state, the old man was standing at the dark window with his hands behind his back, looking at him.

What an old fox.

Chen Jianqiu continued to drive forward, turned a corner, and disappeared from Scott's field of vision.

Suddenly, a black figure appeared in front of him.

It's Abiot:
"Boss, let me report the situation to you."

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