America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 255 The refinery is named Chen
Meyer made it safely to the train station in Albuquerque.

He looked back worriedly at the empty fuel tanks on the team carriage behind him and the blank expressions of the detectives.

When he was separated from Lynch and the others, what he was most worried about was that the gang of robbers became angry after they robbed the empty oil tank, and hung him from a tree to shoot targets.

But when he thought that the company's oil could reach Albuquerque safely with a high probability, he gritted his teeth and made preparations for success.

He even practiced his righteous expression in front of the mirror repeatedly when facing the robbers, so that he would not lose the face of Standard Oil Company.

However, when he did arrive safely in Albuquerque, he suddenly became worried.

If the weather on my side is calm, wouldn't Lynch's side suffer?
No, no, the team over there, including Lynch's factory guard team and most of Dolby's Pinkerton detectives, would never be in any danger.

However, Meyer certainly did not know about a theory put forward by one of his junior engineers named Murphy decades later:
If something has the possibility of going bad, no matter how small the possibility is, it will always happen.

He didn't wait for another convoy to arrive, but for the news that they were almost wiped out.

The reason why I say "almost" is because in the transport team, only some Chinese laborers who drove the carriage survived.

They showed up at the door of the Albuquerque Police Department to break the news.

"Those robbers, they are numerous and powerful, and Gatling." A surviving Chinese laborer showed the gunshot wound on his thigh to the reporters who heard the news, "Captain Dolby and Pinkerton's detectives all Very brave, they all fought to the last moment!"

"What about the oil? How about the oil?" Meyer asked eagerly.

"Our brothers are all dead, and you still care about your oil?" An emotional Pinkerton detective grabbed Meyer by the collar and yelled at him.

"That's right, so many of our Huagong brothers have died! But you only care about your oil!" The injured Huagong also came to Mayor's side.

His anger was not fake. It was true that five or six Chinese laborers died in this attack, but the others who were seriously injured had all been brought back to Roswell by Chen Jianqiu.

The masterminds, Lynch and Dolby, were dead, and Meyer couldn't get away even though he didn't fully know about it.

The reporter who watched the excitement didn't think it was a big deal at all, and asked Meyer directly: "Excuse me, how will Standard Oil handle this incident? Is this incident the same as Standard Oil's unfair competition in New Mexico some time ago?" business practices?"

Meyer, who was grabbed by the collar, was ashamed.

He didn't listen to a word the reporter said.

He only knew that his general manager position, like those oil tank trucks that disappeared, said goodbye to him.

But the surrounding detectives, seeing his mournful expression, thought that the reporter had guessed one or two things.

They are victims of commercial struggles.

"Bastard!" The detective raised his fist and slammed it into Meyer's face.

Meyer was pushed to the ground, and the crowd gathered around him, punching and kicking him.

Among these people are not only the surviving Pinkerton detectives and Chinese laborers, but also some Albuquerque crowd watching. Among them is Forbes, the owner of a grocery store who sells illegal oil.

He kicked the most vigorously.

While kicking, while cursing:

"Bastard, no one is protecting you with a gun now!"

Rockefeller, who was far away in Cleveland, was furious when he heard the news here. He used all aspects, even the influence within the Republican Party, to put pressure on the governor of New Mexico, Lionel Allen Shelton.

However, it is well known.

The governor of the water, the Scott of the iron.

According to Scott, he didn't intend to deal with the railroad tycoon. He only hoped that this person and his Standard Oil Company would get out of New Mexico as soon as possible.

New Mexico is his world, and a person or company that is not under his control will never be allowed to appear.

However, after all, this is a robbery case in which dozens of people died, and the fire cannot be contained in the paper, and an explanation must be given to the outside world.

Therefore, the governor announced to the outside world that the police in Albuquerque have been intensively involved in the investigation of the truth.

But in private, the two big Republicans called the sheriff into the office.

"Just check slowly." Scott said unhurriedly.

The sheriff touched his nose: "Actually, we have already found out who it is, but..."

Scott's thoughts moved slightly.

He guessed that this action was probably planned by Chen Jianqiu, because it was very similar to that young man's style, and all of this was in all likelihood to catch up with Standard Oil.

Scott is very satisfied to try his best to complete the order he gave; Scott is very happy with vicious methods and no one left alive.

However, how did these pig-like policemen find out?Do you want to wipe his ass for him?Or just throw it out straight away?
He was a little uncertain in his heart, but the expression on his face didn't change much.

He had his hands behind his back, and both the governor and the sheriff were watching him.

"Go ahead," Scott said.

"You may know this person." The sheriff took out a piece of folded paper from his pocket, unfolded it and handed it to Scott.

This is a huge wanted warrant.

Scott glanced at the sheriff and took over the warrant.

A Mexican face with a long list of full names underneath.

"Recently, another batch of low-priced kerosene has appeared near Albuquerque." The sheriff scratched his head and said, "We went to investigate. The supply is a group of Mexicans."

"They don't seem to shy away from who their leader is, that is, the former leader of the Santa Fe Crocodile Gang, Thiago."

"They said..." The sheriff's words hesitated.

"What did they say?" the governor and Scott asked simultaneously.

"They said that Thiago wants to rebuild the Crocodile Gang, they want to make a name for himself!"

"Double the bounty again." Scott tore the reward order in his hand into pieces and threw it into the trash can beside the table.

The information obtained by the sheriff is not problematic.

Thiago is indeed floating.

He began to raise the banner of the Crocodile Gang again, bragging to everyone that he had killed an entire Pinkerton detective team.

The members of the gangsters in New Mexico, who were in disarray, finally saw a glimmer of hope for the revival of the gangsters, and came to him one after another.

The Crocodile Gang replaced the Hyena Gang and became the most famous gang in southern New Mexico, and Thiago's status in the bandit world also caught up with Hernandez, who was shot to death by Chen Jianqiu.

His bounty has doubled.

Rockefeller added another huge sum of money.

The murderer must die, he can't afford to lose his face.

As for the refinery in Roswell, he completely gave up.

There is no railway, the transportation is not smooth, the output is small, and the cost of oil extraction and refining is high. How much is recovered, how much is refined, and how much is lost.

This oil field really shouldn't appear in his trust map.

He called his son over and scolded him, then took him to New York, found Astor, and discussed selling all the shares in the refinery to him.

Little Astor's attitude was very firm.

Not interested in!
The sales and pricing of kerosene are all in the hands of your Standard Trust. What is the use of buying an oil refinery in New Mexico?

Just because you have a bad reputation in New Mexico, let the Astor family take the blame?

You are also a fox from this mountain in the Freemasonry, why are you pretending to be a Liaozhai?
Little Rockefeller talked about it, and offered a very low price, and Astor IV agreed.

And a week later, these shares were transferred to Chen Jianqiu's name at the original price.

Roswell oil field and refinery, officially surnamed Chen.

During this period, Chen Jianqiu also received another piece of good news:

Blake's mentality exploded.

The delay in starting work on the Albuquerque-to-Roswell railroad angered other shareholders of the Santa Fe Railroad.

They collectively want Blake to be rolled down from his position as chairman of the board.

Blake sat in the office covering his face, his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

Just as his tears flowed from between his fingers, a familiar voice appeared beside his ears:

"Mr. Blake, can we now talk about the railway equity?"

Blake raised his head and saw Chen Jianqiu's young face.

"I have reminded you that if we do not agree to this railway, you will not be able to build it. If you agree to this, the investigation into that matter will be stopped immediately."

Blake nodded, eyes full of awe.

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