America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 305 Transnational Venture Capital
The furnishing in the room is not complicated, it can even be said to be a bit rudimentary.

There are various black and white photos hanging on the wall, some alone and some group photos.

The clarity of the photo is worrying, but the owner of the photo can still be determined.

Because Sergio's beard is too conspicuous.

"This is a photo of me when I was studying in the United States." Sergio proudly introduced to Chen Jianqiu with a pipe in his mouth. "That was really a memorable time."

In this day and age, the Mexicans who are eligible to study in the United States must not have such a simple family background.

"Your parents must be proud of you." Chen Jianqiu looked at those photos and said casually.

Sergio took a puff of his pipe and stared at the photos, as if he was remembering something, without speaking.

"We used to be a big family." Romero interjected, "Reviving the family has always been my brother's long-cherished wish in his life."

"So I went back to China and joined the former president, Mr. Dias, and became a member of the Porfiglio faction." Sergio still seems to be stuck in memory.

Chen Jianqiu didn't say a word, and waited quietly for him to finish speaking.

Chen Jianqiu bowed his body, and gave Abiot a wink, signaling him to go out first.

On the way, he told Abiot what happened just now.

"The actual controller of Roswell, the chairman of the board of directors of the Santa Fe Railway, and the controller of the Roswell Military Factory, if I remember correctly, your guns have already been sold to Texas."

"The big manor, the priest, the soldier, the local chief, the bandit, everyone has their own agenda and wants a piece of the pie."

"This old antique doesn't look down on us people at all. He only wants to maintain his power here. It's ridiculous that my innocent brother is still thinking about his daughter."

Then he continued:

"I can give you special investment treatment in Juarez. You can build factories here, buy land here, including mines, and hire our cheap workers"

"So, you are still a 'minister of the dragon'. I would like to ask, why didn't you try to seek more development in Mexico City?" Chen Jianqiu sat on a chair and asked

Sergio smiled, with a hint of Mexican slyness in his smile:

"Although he won't give me direct help, he will turn a blind eye to the winner, as long as it doesn't pose a threat to him,"

Sergio took the pipe in his hand, with a wry smile on his face: "President Dias came to power in a coup, and of course he understands what the army and officers mean."

"You shut up!" Sergio slammed the table.

"So, what can I get?" Chen Jianqiu leaned back on the chair, crossed his fingers, and looked at Sergio with interest.

"Brother! I am love! Love is great! It can surpass everything!" Romero protested, biting his lip.

"Are you referring to Juarez?" Chen Jianqiu pointed out the window and asked.

He made all kinds of promises like a politician, trying to pull Chen Jianqiu into his boat.

"Talk to Camilla, let her go back to Roswell, and send someone to bring these guns and ammunition over. Remember, in two batches."

He still wanted to get angry, but suddenly realized that Chen Jianqiu was still by his side.

He laughed out loud:

Chen Jianqiu heard some unwillingness and resentment from Sergio's words, so he tried to tease him with words: "Then why don't you try to cooperate with the consuls?"

"Without money, you can't support too many people." He pointed to the soldiers standing outside the window,
"They are all recruits I have recalled. It is already the limit to support so many people."

"Yes, Mr. Chen." Sergio stood up and walked in front of Chen Jianqiu.

With a pipe in his hand, he stared at Chen Jianqiu: "Do you think they will give you this chance?"

"Boss, do you really think this person is trustworthy?" Abiot asked suspiciously.

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak, he wanted to see what little plans this Mexican soldier was planning.

Sergio laughed too, and the laughter echoed around the room:
"Mr. Chen, if you really knew Gutierrez, you wouldn't say such things."

Sergio continued to speak his own words: "As for Gutierrez? He is the biggest manor owner of this generation, before the title of the song, and still after the title of the song."

"The reason why you didn't die on the border and you are still standing here talking to me is because of Mr. Chen." Sergio pointed to Chen Jianqiu beside him.

"So, why don't I talk to Gutierrez directly? You tell me all this, so you won't be afraid that I will turn around and tell him?"

Sergio's voice was full of fanaticism: "My strength is far beyond what you see."

Chen Jianqiu thought for a while before opening his mouth:

I don't know if Sergio is trustworthy or not, but he is definitely not a person who is easy to control.

"How could I not know you? There are not many big figures with the surname Chen on the US-Mexico border."

After the other two people went out, Chen Jianqiu looked at Sergio:

"Behind me, stands the most powerful man in this country, Diaz."

Chen Jianqiu was noncommittal.

Finally his eyes moved back from the photo.

"We people represent emerging forces. This country needs to change, we need to learn from our neighbors in the north, and we need them to bring technology, funds and institutions to save the poor and backward here!"

"you know me?"

"As I said before, these big estate owners hate all capital and science, and they hate all kinds of new things. Only President Dias and us will be happy to embrace all this!"

"Cooperation?" Seogio glanced at Chen Jianqiu, "Mr. Chen, the situation in Mexico, especially border cities like Juarez, is much more complicated than you imagine."

"Oh?" Chen Jianqiu was a little interested, but the expression on his face still didn't change much.

After that, he turned and left the house.

Chen Jianqiu stood up and held Sergio's hand extended to him.

"A batch of guns and ammunition, and some funds." Sergio was straightforward, and took out a list from the cabinet.

He snorted.

Sergio said quite proudly: "I know New Mexico better than those Americans in New Mexico."

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Chen Jianqiu's eyes lit up.

"Sit." Sergio pointed to the chair by the table, motioning for Chen Jianqiu and Abiot to sit down.

"What is the bargaining chip that I need to pay?"

He took off the ring on his hand and handed it to Abiot along with the list:

Sergio glanced at Romero standing there, with a look of resentment.

"Deal, in a few days, you will receive the gun you asked for."

Chen Jianqiu and Abiot left the station of the rural cavalry patrol.

"You are a famous and rich person, this has nothing to do with your skin color, but your pursuit of wealth." Sergio said based on his own understanding, "You shouldn't reject a plan to get rich, right? "

This former student studying in the United States is infinitely yearning for the neighboring country in the north that has been transformed by machinery and railways.

Sergio shook his head: "No, he left the presidency in name only, but actually still controls the Mexican political arena."

Sergio drew a beautiful blueprint for Chen Jianqiu.

"Hasn't President Diaz's term expired?" Abiot suddenly interjected inappropriately.

He waved at Romero: "You go out, Mr. Chen and I still have something to talk about."

"Oh?" Chen Jianqiu narrowed his eyes.

Sergio's English, he can understand, no translation needed.

"Six years ago in Tlaxcala, my brothers and I shouted 'Long live Diaz' ​​and fought against the government forces. It is not modest to say that we made great contributions to Mr. Diaz's entry into the presidential palace."

These two words are his favorite.

"You should be lucky to have met a well-known figure on the US-Mexico border."

"He assigned us to various places, and the various local chief executives constrained each other, and let us fight each other."

"I know that you people who do business like the word 'investment', a certain risk in exchange for a certain return." He bent down and whispered to Chen Jianqiu, "And I am a suitable investment object .”

"In addition, tell her to let her choose two hundred well-trained fighters to come together and directly cross the border to wait for us near Juárez."

Abiot remained silent, and took the order to leave.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at Sergio's residence and touched his chin.

Juarez, this place is nice.

(End of this chapter)