America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 266 Don't let me return it?Then don't pay it back!
Chen Jianqiu stopped his steps.

"How much do you owe?"

"It's [-] U.S. dollars including interest." Ma Keqin said despondently.

"It shouldn't be. Even if you lost everything in business, don't you have so many patents? It's more than that if you sell them casually." Chen Jianqiu touched his chin.

"Edison plagiarized my invention, and I applied for it before him, but the approval time was later than him." Maxim scratched his hair and said extremely depressed, "This makes my patents worthless .”

"I have already mortgaged all my funds, and I only borrowed usury as a last resort," he said.

"It's no wonder." Chen Jianqiu looked at Ma Keqin.

A penny beats a hero, let alone fifteen thousand dollars.

"Who do you borrow money from?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Levi Strauss, a Jew." Maxim covered his face, a little sad and angry, "a pants seller."

He dipped his finger in the wine and wrote the name of the Jew on the trestle.

Chen Jianqiu touched his nose.

He didn't know this person, but he was familiar with the spelling of this letter.

Levi S
Levi's.

It's really a pants seller.

"He is a trouser seller, why would he choose to lend usury?" Chen Jianqiu asked suspiciously, "Who gave him the courage?"

Usury is not protected by law. It is the same in any state. At most, the definition of usury is different.

Those who dare to lend usury in the west are all ruthless characters.

He is a jeans seller, where does he have the courage?

"Are any of the Jews in San Francisco free from usury?" Maxim whispered, "There is a gang of Irish people collecting money for them."

"Well~ that's reasonable." Chen Jianqiu reached out to Ma Keqin and pulled him up from the ground, "I will pay this debt for you."

Maxim looked at him in disbelief: "You?"

"for me."

Chen Jianqiu handed him his business card.

Maxim looked at the content on the business card by the light of the gas lamp.

As he watched, he looked up and down at the young man in front of him.

Afterwards, he handed the business card back to Chen Jianqiu, and asked suspiciously, "Are you sure? That's [-] U.S. dollars."

Chen Jianqiu nodded with certainty.

He turned around and took out a large bond from the Pacific Railway Company from his saddle bag, and handed it to Maxim.

Although he was psychologically prepared, the latter was still shocked by the amount on the bond.

This bond is enough to pay off his debts.

"Why do you want to pay it back for me?" Ma Keqin looked at Chen Jianqiu dully, "You want my patent?"

"No, I have taken a fancy to your talent!" Chen Jianqiu looked at the middle-aged man in front of him firmly, and said to him with certainty,

"I believe you must be the best inventor."

He himself felt numb for what he said.

He doesn't know whether he is talented or not. He only knows that there is a heavy machine gun called "Maxim".

Of course, to be able to compete with Edison to the death, in terms of talent, there must be no difference.

Maxim's tears were about to fall. He was just about to take off his hat and salute the "good man" in front of him.

However, his eyes froze.

Because there is a group of people riding horses, galloping towards them along the road by the sea.

"Boss, he's there!" A person pointed to Chen Jianqiu and Ma Keqin on the trestle bridge, and said to the leader.

The poor middle-aged man subconsciously turned his head to run, but was stopped by Chen Jianqiu.

And the group of people on horseback quickly arrived in front of the two of them.

A group of people got off their horses, ran up the trestle bridge with a "thud, thud, thump", and surrounded them from two directions.

They blocked Ma Keqin and Chen Jianqiu in the middle of the trestle bridge.

These people are wearing overalls, smoking cheap cigarettes, and looking like they are doing nothing.

"Sir, why did you come here? Are you looking for those Italians to protect you?" The Irishman at the head came up. He was wearing a tall hat and overalls, looking a little funny.

Ma Keqin remained silent, he couldn't say that he came to commit suicide.

"Your debt, it's time to pay." The Irishman didn't know whether he had a cold or what, his voice cracked from time to time like a broken bellows.

Chen Jianqiu stared at his funny tall hat, almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

He coughed and suppressed his laughter.

This aroused the dissatisfaction of the high hat.

Chen Jianqiu was standing inside, the light was dim, and the tall hat could not see Chen Jianqiu's face clearly.

"Who are you?" Tall Hat asked.

Chen Jianqiu took a step forward and stood in front of Ma Keqin.

It was only then that Gao Hat saw clearly that it was a yellow-skinned Chinese, and the expression on his face became disdainful and resentful: "It turned out to be a Chinese guy (author's note: a derogatory term for Chinese at the end of the [-]th century). What's the matter with you here?"

Chen Jianqiu didn't have much expression on his face.

He didn't want to cause too much controversy, after all, the purpose of what happened last night has been achieved.

"Mr. Maxim's debt, I am willing to pay for him." He said.

"Repay? Hahaha! Did you hear that? This China guy said he would pay him back!" Gao Hat laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world.

He turned his head and looked at Chen Jianqiu viciously: "Do you know how much he owes?"

"I know." Chen Jianqiu put the bond in front of Gao Hat.

Gao Hat stretched out his hand to catch it, but it was in vain.

He had to squint his eyes and look at the bond under the light.

Chen Jianqiu thought that this guy would take them to meet the creditor, but Gao Hat spit in the direction of the place:
"What the hell?"

Chen Jianqiu overestimated the high hat.

He could neither read nor bond.

"Brothers, beat up this troublesome Chinese guy!" Gao Mao couldn't hold back his temper.

He has long been unhappy with Chen Jianqiu, just in time, let the middle-aged man next to him see him, so he won't worry if he doesn't spit out the money later.

So he rushed up first.

Chen Jianqiu turned slightly sideways, and kicked Gao Hat's crotch.

Gao Hat felt a sharp pain tearing his soul, which almost made him faint.

The tall hat fell forward.

But Chen Jianqiu didn't let him fall down like this, he grabbed the Irishman's clothes and sent him to the side.

The Irishman fell over the fence with his hat and head, and fell into the sea with a "plop".

Since the money is not allowed to be repaid, then the money will not be repaid.

Just at this time, a wave hit, and the Irishman who was in a dizzy state was swept away without even calling for help.

The five or six Irishmen nearby were stunned when they saw their eldest brother being thrown into the sea.

But they reacted quickly.

Two men with guns pulled out their own guns, while the other three rushed over together.

Chen Jianqiu made a move with lightning speed, and kicked the three of them on the cheeks, one of them.

The two people were stunned and fell into the sea. In all likelihood, they would not survive.

While the other fell down, Chen Jianqiu kicked his shooting companion with another kick.

A shot from his companion directly hit him in the heart, killing him on the spot.

The body collided with the companion, knocking him to the ground.

Now that the shots were fired, let's not cover them up. Anyway, there was enough trouble last night, and today's shots are not bad.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out his revolver, and shot each of the remaining two.

The Irish who came to collect debts were wiped out.

Chen Jianqiu kicked all three corpses on the shore into the sea.

The gunshots from the trestle bridge did not have much impact on the restaurants and pubs on the pier.

At most, a few Italians glanced this way.

They couldn't be more used to this kind of thing. If there were no gunshots one night, they might not be able to sleep well.

Maxim squatted aside.

It is different from ordinary people.

He wasn't flustered or nervous, but it seemed that something bloody had been activated, and he just looked at the scene calmly.

"Mr. Ma Keqin, didn't it make you feel uncomfortable?" Chen Jianqiu was a little curious about the inventor's current state.

"I don't know. Although it's the first time I've seen a murderer, looking at these people is like a cloth bag." Ma Keqin took a deep breath.

It is worthy of being the person who invented the Maxim heavy machine gun.

"Then come with me, sir." Chen Jianqiu said to the inventor, "Otherwise, the police are here, and I can't tell you clearly."

"I will let your talent shock the whole world, and then we will have countless money." Chen Jianqiu extended his hand to Maxim.

The inventor thought for a while, but still held Chen Jianqiu's hand.

The police in San Francisco will soon find out that the last thing these people do before they die is to demand debt from themselves.

What made him make up his mind was Chen Jianqiu's last words:

"I'll let you take back what you lost with your own hands!"

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(End of this chapter)