America 1881: They Call Me Legend

This train was bound for Dodge City, Kansas.

Chen Jianqiu and Camilla sat face to face in the first-class box
He holds an apple in his left hand and a dagger in his right.

The thumb of the right hand is against the back of the knife, and the apple rotates in the hand. The blade is attached to the flesh and revolves against the direction of the apple's rotation, and the peel is quickly peeled off from the flesh.

Soon, the apples were naked, and a long strip of peel was stacked on the table.

Uniform thickness, no breaks.

With a flick of Chen Jianqiu's wrist, the apple split into two.

He handed the top half to Camilla, and stuffed the bottom half into his mouth.

"Wyatt and the others get on the train at the next stop?" Chen Jianqiu asked, chewing an apple, looking at the wilderness outside the window.

"Well, they rushed to Las Vegas yesterday." Camilla took the half apple and took a bite.

The Las Vegas that Camilla talked about was not the internationally famous Nevada desert casino, but a western town in New Mexico.

And their destination this time, Dodge City, is also a similar place, but wilder.

Chen Jianqiu turned sideways and looked back, and found Donovan's head appeared in the aisle.

In the United States in the 19th century, institutional pensions gradually replaced the traditional family pension model.

"By the way, can you tell me the next plan, don't need to be too detailed, just tell me what to do." After Chen Jianqiu finished telling the story, he started his own question.

White didn't speak, and continued to look out the window.

The metal logos on their chests are too conspicuous.

"Ah, this..." Chen Jianqiu was stunned.

The money is not too much for them, but it is not too little, it is just extra income besides salary.

"Mr. Chen, I heard that you have an oil refinery in Roswell, can you talk to everyone about how you made your first pot of gold?" Tom asked immediately.

"Please take care of me along the way." Chen Jianqiu finished the money and sat down in an empty seat between them.

"You go, I'll watch here." Camilla said.

These detectives, each of them wanted to dig something out of this man and go back to explain it.

"It's nothing, just let me see everyone, and ask about the action plan by the way." Chen Jianqiu sat down next to White, "After all, you have told me to buy a train ticket since the departure, and nothing else Did not say."

The last time he had shared a train with the Pinkerton detectives had just entered New Mexico.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, took a small bag from the suitcase, and pushed open the door of the box.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head with a blank expression.

"At any rate, I can be regarded as one of the members of the arresting team. You should let me prepare." He blinked his eyes.

"Well, let's talk about it. He still has abilities. The boss's son, William Pinkerton, trained him as the successor of the three great Westerners." Tom still answered this question head-on.

"Then why did your boss let him lead the team?" Chen Jianqiu's words made the atmosphere a little awkward for a while.

The leader of the Pinkerton detective team was shot off the train by him.

"Ah, Mr. Chen, we don't actually mean that." Donovan and Tom glanced at each other, a little embarrassed.

Regarding the overall itinerary and plan, the detective was very cautious and did not reveal anything to Chen Jianqiu and the others.

"Ah? Don't you Americans have the obligation to support your parents?" Chen Jianqiu asked with some confusion.

And when Chen Jianqiu walked up to him, the detective looked away from the window.

Chen Jianqiu has a unique talent for fabricating stories that are fascinating and logical.

"Come here, that person doesn't like to talk to people." He waved at Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu stood up and walked along the aisle to the detectives' seats.

Chen Jianqiu's eyes met those of the detectives, and he looked suddenly enlightened.

He picked up the small cloth bag beside him, took out a stack of dollar bills from it, and stuffed them into the hands of each agent one by one.

There were not many people in the carriage, and Chen Jianqiu saw Pinkerton's detectives at a glance.

"Mr. Chen, have you ever been to Colorado?" Donovan asked after thinking about it.

In his story, he is a businessman from Jiangsu and Zhejiang on the other side of the ocean. He traveled across the ocean to come here, and first planned to develop in Mexico.

These detectives have brought themselves deeply into Chen Jianqiu's story.

"Mr. Chen!"

He wanted to see how Chen Jianqiu explained his fortune, since it is easy to have verbal loopholes when talking about such things.

While Chen Jianqiu was talking happily, those Pinkerton detectives had silently put the money into their pockets.

"I'm in the honor of Master Astor." He began to tell the story incessantly.

A voice suddenly came from behind.

He saw pairs of eyes staring at him intently.

They each got sixty dollars.

Donovan snorted coldly:
"I said we don't know either, do you believe me?"

White, on the other hand, sat alone in the corner of a row of vacant seats.

This contrasts him with his extremely rowdy colleagues behind him, making him seem like an outlier.

"Fart! What ability does he have? Just relying on luck, he broke a few cases! It's like something every day." Donovan's words came out of his nostrils.

He just looked out of the window, silent without saying a word.

This town is located 68 kilometers southeast of Santa Fe. It is the next station east of the Santa Fe Railway. It is known as "a place full of five poisons."

"What's the matter?" White asked gruffly.

The day before departure, White told Chen Jianqiu, who lived in the hotel, the purpose.

Speaking of excitement, Chen Jianqiu took out a Mexican handkerchief obtained in Juárez, the pattern on it was full of Spanish characteristics.

It seemed that he was still bitter about not being able to bring a gun up just now.

"The number of items brought out is limited, please don't feel too little." Chen Jianqiu said while stuffing, like a philistine businessman.

Tom pointed in the direction of White in front, and said in a low voice, "This person doesn't trust anyone, and he used to work alone in the detective agency."

Money and booze are lubricants.

However, the political situation in Mexico was volatile and unstable, so he had to enter the United States via Mexico, and was appreciated by Master Astor who came to the west to "experience life".

"He didn't tell us anything, and he put on a bad face every day." There was extreme dissatisfaction in his voice.

They were chatting and bragging happily, each showing off their "great feats" in getting strikes done in Chicago or elsewhere in the East.

He walked through the first-class car and came to the car where White and the others were sitting.

"Would you like to go and see those detectives?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly said to Camilla, "It's been a long time since I took the same train with these people."

"He is not married, has no children, and only a crippled veteran father is supported by him."

Donovan and Tom occupied two rows of seats.

"Who knows." Donovan shook his head.

"Okay, it's very pleasant to chat with everyone. I'm in the first-class box in front. If you have anything to do, you can go to me." Chen Jianqiu stood up, picked up the bag, and walked towards his own compartment. .

He walked past White, patted White on the shoulder, and handed the bag to him.

White gave the bag a contemptuous look, then turned his head away again.

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak, put away the bag, and returned to his compartment.