America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 227 Are Young People So Thumping Now?

"Peter Pan" is obviously not a real name.

But since the young man didn't want to reveal his real name, Chen Jianqiu didn't want to ask more.

"Boss, don't you want to dispose of those corpses?" Asuka asked behind him.

"No need, let the people in their organization collect the body." Chen Jianqiu galloped ahead on a black radish.

According to the guidance of the blond young man, they quickly found the Chinese laborer who fell on the ground.

The man was lying on his back by the side of a dirt road, his face was covered with dust, he was dying, he could only breathe out, not in.

There were pools of blood on the ground where he lay.

Chen Jianqiu got off his horse and came to his side, and found that he had been shot in more than one place, and blood was still flowing from the wound.

Chen Jianqiu regretted not bringing Teresa here.

"Sean! Bandages." Chen Jianqiu shouted at the black man.

Hearing someone talking nearby, the Chinese worker slightly opened his eyes.

When he found that the person looking at him was a yellow-skinned cowboy, he struggled to open his eyes a little wider.

His lips moved, his voice was too weak to be heard.

Chen Jianqiu put his ear to it.

"Brother, brother, here, give me a shot, it hurts, it hurts too much..."

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak. He wanted to use the method Teresa taught him to give him first aid, but found that the bleeding couldn't be stopped at all.

Instead of wiping the blood off his hands, he picked up the cloth bundle beside him and handed it to Hua Gong.

Seeing that burden, Hua Gong's eyes that had been dimmed lighted up again.

"Here, this bag of clothes, here, for a man named Luo Yonggui, he, they are in the south, repairing, repairing the railway."

Chen Jianqiu nodded.

Hua Gong exhausted his last strength and took a breath. He originally wanted to grab Chen Jianqiu's hand, but he couldn't lift it up. His fingers caught Chen Jianqiu's trousers.

"Brother, it's hard~ it's hard."

The breath was finally exhaled, and Hua Gong's body lost its vitality in an instant.

Chen Jianqiu stood up and turned to his black radish, no one could see the expression on his face.

But half a minute later, his body turned around, his face calm: "Find a place to bury it."

Xiao En and Asuka dug a hole under the tree pit of a nearby tree to bury Hua Gong.

Chen Jianqiu took off his cowboy hat and bid farewell to this fellow clansman who was buried under the loess of a foreign land;
Hanif murmured, and he prayed for the dead in a Christian way; Camilla weaved a straw circle and placed it on his grave.

"This group of scumbags only pick on unarmed civilians." The blond young man clenched his fists.

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak, he put on his hat again:

"Come on, let's go find Blake first."

At this time, in the office of the Santa Fe Railway Company, in front of Blake, a middle-aged white man with a thin complexion was sitting.

The white man was dressed in yellow khakis and looked arrogant, as if he didn't pay attention to the railway tycoon in front of him at all.

A shield was embroidered on the cuff of his clothes.

"Did Scott send you here?" Blake couldn't help but asked, "Bourne?"

The middle-aged man named Bourne did not answer this question, but involved other aspects: "I think the railroad company should hire more white workers. They come from Chicago, Baltimore, and Boston, but they have no jobs."

"That's not something I should consider." Blake was a little annoyed, he was a very pure businessman, "Why don't you arrange your scumbags to go to California."

"If they heard what you said, I believe they would be very sorry." Byrne pouted, "They have always regarded Albuquerque as their home."

"What else do these scumbags do besides steal the rails?" Blake said angrily, "Even if I don't use those Chinese, I won't use your scumbags."

"Mr. Scott will be very disappointed, and those who are not regarded as your compatriots will also be very disappointed." Byrne continued, "They will cause social instability. Don't forget, the state government has given you a lot supported."

"I'll say it again, that's not what I'm thinking about!" Blake already looked a little bored, "The matter of votes is a matter of politicians, and has nothing to do with me."

"Really?" Bourne bowed his body and stared at Blake.

And behind him, the two knights with guns also glanced at each other.

But Blake, as a railway tycoon who has been in the west for many years, obviously doesn't like him:
He clenched his hands into fists and pounded on the table.

"Bourne, don't think that I don't know your details. I don't know you because I put on the skin of the "Albuquerque Knights"?" It's just a hybrid product of the KKK and the "Popular Party". The party's just tossing around in San Francisco, don't come to me as a scourge."

"Please pay attention to your words, Mr. Blake." Byrne said coldly, "This is not Kansas."

Blake snorted and sat back in his big chair.

He looked out the window. Below his office, there were about twenty armed guards patrolling around the train station.

"No one can threaten me."

"Then take care of yourself." Byrne stood up and walked out of the office with two team members following him.

"Boss, what about tomorrow?"

After leaving the Murphy Railroad compound, a member of Bourne's regiment behind him asked him.

"What to do, what to do, after killing those yellow-skinned cheap workers, I see if Santa Fe still has a choice."

"But what if they send security?"

"Kill as usual, the messier things are, the better."

"But if that's the case, aren't we making enemies of the Santa Fe Railway Company and the consortium behind him?" the group members hesitated.

"That's what Grainge's idiots are for."

Bourne gave a dark smile and stopped talking.

Sitting in his office, Blake was distraught, far less calm than he had been to Bourne just now.

Although I was entrusted by Rockefeller to build this railway, I was completely rushing ducks to the shelves.

Although he was very stubborn just now, how could the new railway in New Mexico bypass Scott, whether it was policy or financing.

Although what Bourne said just now was mostly fake and powerful, it more or less represented Scott's attitude.

This railway is not easy to repair.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

"Come in!"

The subordinate's head poked in through the crack of the door:
"Boss, there is a Chinese named Chen Jianqiu who wants to see you."

Blake is in a state of irritability: "Chinese? Chen Jianqiu? I don't know, see you!"

But the door was opened, and Chen Jianqiu, who was dressed in denim clothes, walked in, and Xiao En and the others followed behind.

"Who let you in?" Blake looked at Chen Jianqiu angrily, and said angrily, "Get out!"

Chen Jianqiu ignored him, sat directly on the sofa in the office, took off the leather gloves on his hands, and threw them on the table.

"I'm a friend of Mr. Astor. In addition, on behalf of Scott, I want to talk to you about something." He took out the letter from Astor's housekeeper from his pocket and handed it to Blake.

Blake unfolded the letter, glanced at the emblem of the Astor family in the lower right corner, and his face softened a lot.

He just wanted to exchange pleasantries, but Chen Jianqiu said bluntly: "I want to buy a part of the equity of the Albuquerque-Roswell Railway, and I hope you can delay its construction time."

Blake, who had just calmed down, exploded like a ignited powder keg.

He waved the letter and cursed loudly: "Who do you think you are? A country bumpkin! Even Astor and Scott themselves dare not talk to me like that!"

It's been a rough day for a railroad tycoon.

In less than an hour, two different people spoke to him with a similar attitude.

Are today's young people so arrogant?
"Mr. Blake, this is not a negotiation, but a notification, on behalf of Mr. Scott." Chen Jianqiu didn't intend to stay any longer, and turned around to leave.

"Fuck you Scott!" Blake finally couldn't help it, and yelled.

Chen Jianqiu listened to his scolding and walked out of the office.

They passed through the group of heavily armed bodyguards, and behind them in the office on the second floor, Blake's curses shook the sky.

"Boss, are we leaving just like that?" Sean asked a little puzzled.

"The original plan was to have a good talk with him, but judging by the current situation, it may not be necessary." Chen Jianqiu rode on his horse, "Let's find a place to rest. Tomorrow is more important."

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