America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 243 The Dilemma of the Roswell Refinery
It was another winter morning.

As the sun rises, the surface temperature gradually recovers, but people who step out of the gate can still see the white mist with a breath.

Inspector Peller came out of the house as usual.Ride to the police station.

During this period of time, he hardly had a good night's sleep, first Fred, then Leonard, and a gang named Santa Cruz appeared in the town.

Almost every day, people would come to the public security station to report the crime, complaining to the well-known Sergeant Pile about the atrocities of the gang, hoping that the sheriff would uphold justice for them.

He also catches a person or two now and then.

But that doesn't change anything at all.

He couldn't rush into the gang's stronghold with Miles and two to arrest people.

Pile felt a sense of powerlessness and deep frustration, and he even began to doubt whether it was right for him to choose this path in the first place.

People live in hope, and when the old hope is realized or wiped out, the flames of new hope are ignited.

But now, Pile can't see where the hope is.

Just as he wandered around the last corner, he suddenly found that the gate of the security station was very lively, and a large group of townspeople gathered there.

"It's so early in the morning, why are there so many people?"

With doubts, Pile approached the crowd, but the scene in front of him surprised him.

In the center of the crowd, there were about ten people kneeling.

Their clothes were stripped off, their bodies were tightly tied up with ropes, and their mouths were stuffed with rags. Most of them were dying from the cold, only the one in the middle was still struggling.

That person had one more "clothes" than the others. A black cloth bag was put on his head, and a cross was sprayed with white paint on it.

The crowd of onlookers pointed at them.

These people, turned into ashes, are known to the residents of the town. They are all the "heroes" of the Santa Cruz Gang who usually dominate the town.

Seeing the miserable state of these people, they all applauded.

Some people couldn't bear it anymore, they rushed up and punched and kicked the people lying on the ground, while other townspeople who had been bullied also followed.

"Stop!" Pyler yelled.

But no one paid any attention to him, the townspeople beat him even more fiercely, some kicked too much and were going home to get weapons.

"Snapped!"

Sergeant Pile fired a shot into the sky, which made the violent townspeople stop their movements.

He parted the crowd, squeezed his way in, and walked up to one of the Santa Cruz gang, who was half-beaten to death.

A note was inserted between the binding rope on the man's back and his body.

Pyler pulled out the note.

There is only one sentence written on it:

"Sheriff Pile: Yours sincerely."

The inscription is longer than the text: Famous Rogues - Thiago Gonzalez Maiotay Santiago Sebastian Rodrigo Selmo Mendel
And on a tree by a river outside the town, three corpses were hung in a row, like dried sausages.

In front of the tree stood three women who picked up stones from the ground and threw them at the corpse.

After venting their anger, the women knelt on the ground and prayed to the river.

"Sisters, don't forget our benefactor, Mr. Chen!"

The criminals were tried, the Santa Cruz gang was destroyed, and Lincoln County returned to peace once again.

Pile is very satisfied, hope has been rekindled in his life; Scott is very satisfied, he received a political donation signed by Leonard in Santa Fe, and he knows that the Lincoln County event has been decided;

In front of Abiot, he couldn't hide his admiration for Chen Jianqiu at all.

His own vision is indeed unique.

Therefore, when Abiot relayed a request from Chen Jianqiu to him, he agreed without thinking.

Chen Jianqiu asked Abiot to pass him a thick stack of lists with some Chinese names on them.

He hopes that the state court can grant these people U.S. citizenship, and the procedures must be completed quickly and completed before April.

For this reason, Chen Jianqiu gave the reason that he needed to use political means to expel Standard Oil Company from Roswell as soon as possible.

Scott laughed.

People without desires are not easy to control. One thing he likes about Chen Jianqiu is that this Chinese is also an ambitious man.

"You go back and tell him that if he wants to be the mayor of Roswell or Lincolnshire, I can let him do it." Scott said.

After hearing this, Chen Jianqiu laughed it off.

Anyone can be the mayor, as long as that person's surname is Chen in his bones.

The residents of Lincolnshire lived as usual, and merchants traveling from north to south still regarded this place as an important trading place near the US-Mexico border.

But they still found that some changes had taken place in the town. One was that there were more yellow-skinned Chinese. These Chinese could speak some English and were happy to communicate with them.

Most of them work in the pastures around Lincolnshire, and the owner of the pasture is the famous Mr. Chen.

However, since that incident, that Mr. Chen has been extremely low-key, and has hardly appeared in the town.

The second change is that there are often many oil tank wagons transporting refined oil in the town, and every time it appears, it is a convoy.

Mr. Meyer, the general manager of Standard Oil Roswell Oilfield and Refinery, had a very headache.

The Albuquerque-Roswell railway, which was originally negotiated, was suspended due to a nasty armed conflict, and there is no prospect of when it will be restarted.

To this end, Rockefeller personally wrote to the governor of New Mexico, hoping to stop the endless investigation of the Santa Fe Railroad.

However, the governor said that this was a matter for Albuquerque, and that he and the state judiciary had no right to intervene.

And when Mr. Rockefeller sent his own lawyer to help Blake win the lawsuit and resume the construction of the railway as soon as possible.

The next day, black-and-white photos of oil tycoon Rockefeller and railroad tycoon Blake appeared on the front pages of newspapers in Albuquerque and Santa Fe.

Titled as:
Shady and Dealing - Cleveland oil robbers with ulterior motives show up in New Mexico.

For a while, adjectives such as "collusion" and "Rockefeller's lackey" were added to the relationship between Blake and Rockefeller.

The mayor of Albuquerque delivered a speech at the gate of the city hall that day. He told his supporters: Many of Rockefeller's actions hindered justice, and his hand was stretched too far.

Rockefeller didn't expect to have a bad nose in New Mexico, and after cursing "backcountry, unreasonable", he continued to work on his affairs in the east.

The Standard Oil Trust, which he had formed at the beginning of the year, still had a lot of trouble to deal with.

Therefore, Meyer had to choose to use a tank wagon to drag the refined oil to Albuquerque, and then transport it by rail from Albuquerque.

This makes shipping costs skyrocket.

In addition, the place of Roswell is too remote, the supplies are scarce, and the prices are surprisingly high.

As a result, the Roswell refinery has never been profitable on the books.

Every time Meyer looked at the report, he looked sad.

If not to make money, what on earth are they coming to Roswell for?Revitalize the local economy?
The most outrageous thing is that even such a reluctant transportation method has encountered very big troubles.

No, one morning in early March, Meyer, wearing a suit, appeared angrily at the door of the Lincolnshire Sheriff's Office.

He rushed into the office and threw a document on the table in front of Pile.

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