America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 268 The Effect of Gunpowder Gas

A few weeks later, Chen Jianqiu and his party returned to Roswell.

After the refinery changed hands, the sales outside the state were basically cut off. Rockefeller based on the starting point that if I can't get you, don't even think about having one.
A price war started.

He vowed to keep kerosene from the Roswell refinery out of New Mexico.

However, Chen Jianqiu has no plans to sell kerosene to New Mexico for the time being.

He is now the chairman of the board of directors of the Santa Fe Railway Company, and the transportation cost of kerosene in the state is so low that he is afraid of it.

But the kerosene coming in from out of state is a different story.

Therefore, the price of Standard Oil's products does not have much advantage in New Mexico.

Add to that the notoriety of Standard Oil in the state and the fanfare in the local media.

Chen Jianqiu is very confident.

The products of the two sides competed fiercely in the Santa Fe market, and finally ended with the dismal withdrawal of Standard Oil's kerosene sales from New Mexico.

In other words, the kerosene market in New Mexico is now owned by Chen Jianqiu.

The railway from Albuquerque to Roswell was under construction in full swing, and the Santa Fe Railway Company was granted a large tract of land along the way by the state government as usual.

And these lands were transferred to a newly established company at a low price.

For these, no one on the Santa Fe Railroad's board of directors dared to say no.

Firstly, they are also minority shareholders of the company, drinking soup; secondly, they also heard that their chairman seems to be not easy to mess with.

The building of the Santa Fe Railway Company is still quite tall.

Rumor has it that the chairman has the same name as a former wanted man in Wyoming and Colorado.

But things soon proved to be a misunderstanding.

The two just have the same name. That Chen Jianqiu is a miner, and even the entry information cannot be found; and this Mr. Chen is a boss, who entered the country from New Mexico, and the state court just gave him the status of an American citizen.

This has been confirmed on various occasions by the state MP and Mr. Judge of Lincolnshire.

How could these two people be the same person?

As for the blurred portrait of the reward order, there is nothing to prove it.

In addition, with the construction of the railway, the value of the land around Lincolnshire previously held by Chen Jianqiu is also rising, and the value of these lands is also inflated, and Chen Jianqiu's net worth is also rising.

However, unlike those before, Chen Jianqiu is willing to share the land and rent it to farmers and ranchers without land at a relatively reasonable price.

If you lack funds, this generous gentleman will also provide you with start-up funds, and the interest is much lower than the previous Leonard and his like.

As for the boss's Chinese identity, most people in Lincolnshire don't care.

As for those who care, many are reluctant to admit it either.

They had other ideas.

There is even reliable news that Boss Chen is only a quarter Chinese, but he is actually an Englishman.

However, none of these news reached Chen Jianqiu's ears. He had just returned to Roswell.

"Look, is this a natural shooting range?"

As soon as he dismounted, Chen Jianqiu took Max Qin to visit the shooting range in the desert.

Abiot is leading some Chinese laborers to practice guns inside.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Gunshots echoed continuously over the shooting range.

Those who practice guns are divided into two parts.

Some of them use repeating rifles. While practicing accuracy, they focus more on improving the proficiency of pushing and loading.

In this era, the speed of fire often determines the victory of a battle.

And these Chinese workers are obviously not very proficient, their movements are not very coherent, and when they complete the putter shooting, the accuracy cannot be guaranteed.

"I still have to practice." Chen Jianqiu shook his head, and then led Ma Keqin to the other side.

These people are all newcomers, using single-shot rifles, and they are practicing shooting accuracy.

They walked behind a young Chinese worker.

This Chinese worker closed one eye, and the other eye focused on the iron target in front of him. His head was under the scorching sun, and beads of sweat were oozing from the tip of his nose. Under the sunlight, it was crystal clear.

What he held in his hand was a Browning single-shot rifle. Judging from the style, the gunsmith seemed to have made some modifications to this rifle.

But there was something wrong with his posture. I don't know if Abiot didn't correct it properly or the Chinese worker didn't realize it.

The sockets of his shoulders were not pressed against the butt of the gun.

Just as Chen Jianqiu was about to step forward to correct his posture, the young Chinese worker had already pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The shooting went off.

I don't know if Browning has increased the charge of the bullets. The recoil of this rifle is a bit large.

The butt of the gun was turned backwards, and it hit the young Hua Gong's shoulder hard, causing his thin body to take a few steps back.

"Hmm~"

He grunted in pain, clutching his shoulders.

Chen Jianqiu stepped forward, took the rifle from the young Chinese worker, and pulled the collar of his clothes below his shoulders with the other hand.

The injury is not serious, and the shoulder can still move, but the place where it was hit by the gun butt has already bruised a lot.

"Go to Abiot to correct your posture first, otherwise, if you continue like this, your arms will be destroyed before you can practice your marksmanship." Chen Jianqiu helped the young Chinese worker pull up his clothes again.

He smiled helplessly at Ma Keqin: "You see, the gas produced by the gunpowder in the barrel always works when it shouldn't work."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the gun in his hand: "It would be great if it could use its strength where it should be used, such as unlocking, ejecting, feeding, and re-locking."

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through Ma Keqin's mind.

He suddenly grabbed Chen Jianqiu's shoulder and said, "I understand! Give me an office, pens, rulers, and drawings!"

Genius inventors often only need a little to get through.

"Oh?"

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and shouted behind him: "Li Sifu! Mr. Ma Keqin's office, is it ready for him?"

Li Sifu trotted over.

They came to the yard of the gun factory.

In a few months, the factory building has been built, but due to the problem of raw materials, it has not yet been officially put into use.

But next to the factory building, there are a few more rooms.

Li Sifu led Ma Keqin to one of the doors, opened the door, and there were all kinds of tools inside.

Ma Keqin walked in contentedly, while Chen Jianqiu closed the door, not disturbing the inventor's thoughts anymore.

He knew that, if there were no accidents, fully automatic weapons would come out soon.

Chen Jianqiu walked outside the yard, staring at the direction of the shooting range by himself, thoughtful.

But not long after, his arm was grabbed by a hand.

Chen Jianqiu turned his head to see that it was Browning who was furious.

"Hey, what's the matter? Mr. Browning, who made you angry?" Chen Jianqiu asked with a smile.

Without saying a word, Browning led Chen Jianqiu into his office.

He closed the door, sat down on the table next to the wall, and began to question the teacher: "Chen, you can't trust me or what? Why did you find another old man?"

Looking at Browning's honor, Chen Jianqiu wanted to laugh for no reason: "Why, are you afraid that someone will share your money?"

Browning was told what was on his mind and remained silent.

"You asked me to help you find help." Chen Jianqiu sat down on the chair in front of the table and shrugged.

"I didn't ask you to look for such a powerful one. I just went in and chatted with him for a while, and this old man has a lot of knowledge." Browning and Chen Jianqiu had known each other for a long time, and they didn't shy away from it, so they said whatever they wanted.

"Isn't that better?" Chen Jianqiu's face beamed with joy.

"Then he has the final say on the gun factory or I have the final say?" Browning asked eagerly.

"I have the final say, I am the major shareholder." Chen Jianqiu smiled and looked at the bearded and staring gun designer.

Browning was choked for a moment and couldn't speak.

"Hey, don't care about these things." Chen Jianqiu restrained his smile, and his voice became more formal, "There is no question of who has the final say here, you are different independent studios."

"Independent studio?" Browning was at a loss. He had never heard of this term.

"It's a group that does not interfere with each other." Chen Jianqiu added, "Each develops its own products."

"You just need to research and develop your own products. I'll take care of investment and sales. If you make a profit, I'll give you a large profit share. If you lose, I'll take care of it."

"The patent belongs to you, but if you are interested, you can also sell it to me."

"I still suggest that you go to different product lines. For example, if the guy in the room makes heavy machine guns, you can focus on pistols and rifles."

"Moreover, you can share your resources and some achievements, so that the effect is better and it is not easy to encounter bottlenecks."

"Well, how about it?"

After Chen Jianqiu finished speaking, Browning had no reason to refute. This suggestion sounds really good.

"Then, shall we have a drink?" Browning suggested, "We haven't had a drink together for a long time."

"Okay, just to see how Roswell's new pub is." Chen Jianqiu stood up.

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