America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 340
Chen Jianqiu's slap sounded.

Also three times.

From the shadows of the warehouse, there suddenly came the sound of the uniform loading of bullets, followed by the sound of footsteps.

A group of soldiers suddenly appeared around Ackerman and Jennings, and surrounded the table in the middle of the warehouse.

Ackerman saw the faces of several of them in that ray of sunlight.

Like Chen Jianqiu, they are all yellow-skinned Chinese.

"Where are my people?" Ackerman was shocked and frightened.

Chen Jianqiu slapped his chin again.

The warehouse door was opened.

The dozen or so thugs were pushed in.

However, both the table and the chairs were filled with explosive packs with detonators inserted.

"Buy it."

Ackerman had no way to answer his subordinates at this time.

Ramon Dupont shook his hands with anger.

"I took a look at the explosives you prepared, um, it's not very good. It just so happens that our company just produced a yellow explosive, just for you to try."

He called the manager to his laboratory with a gloomy face:

After admiring the "aircraft flight show", Chen Jianqiu patted the dirt on his body and waved to his subordinates.

"As for the two of you, it's a special plane."

Who knows, it didn't take long for the manpower guy to come to his office excitedly and tell him.

The person who sent the telegram seemed to be indicating one thing.

Chen Jianqiu looked at Ackerman. At this time, the thug's eyes were full of horror, and his body wanted to struggle, but he was tied up and couldn't move.

"Go dig their technicians for me! High salary! Dig them all!"

"Send them a telegram, let me tell you, you go and shoot." Chen Jianqiu picked up his cigar and said.

The soil lifted up by the explosion, mixed with residual limbs, flew everywhere.

The general meaning is that they want to acquire the patent right of smokeless gunpowder in Chen Jianqiu's hands.

These people were all taken out and thrown into the wilderness outside the farm.

Aren't Chinese businessmen bullying people in the United States now?How many people are willing to work for them?

This person has been found.

Along with a flash of fire, a dark cloud rose over the field.

Since the farm was abandoned, not enough chairs could be found, so all but Ackerman and Jennings were tied up in a row at two long tables.

"You just told me how you treat your competitors? Oh, yes, by plane." Chen Jianqiu bent down, checking the explosives under their buttocks.

Taking a step back, it was much better than his two good-for-nothing sons.

After that, he stopped talking nonsense with the manager and started his own experiment.

Although only the Roswell family is selling smokeless gunpowder, there must be other factories working on it.

Today, the utensils and instruments on the table in his laboratory have not been activated.

The crowd quickly dispersed.

A loud bang.

He turned around and gestured to the person next to him.

"Boss, do you want to think about it again? It seems unrealistic to poach all of them."

Only then did Ackerman discover that there were dozens of Chinese soldiers with guns outside the warehouse.

Different ideas belong to different ideas. No one can deny the talent of his nephew.

The manager didn't know whether he should tell the young master the truth:
The people they sent to Roswell on the other side haven't come back yet, not even a message.

"It's still from DuPont, but this time, it's Henry Dupont's nephew, Ramon Dupont." White handed him the telegram in his hand.

It is unrealistic to go to Roswell to recruit people for the time being. According to the usual practice of those thugs under Henry DuPont, either the factory in Roswell was bombed, or the boss of that factory was bombed.

It's an insult.

Ramon stared at the manager: "Listen, information, I only need to know some key information, and I can research smokeless gunpowder with my own ability!"

The manager came out of Ramon's lab.

More than an hour later, Chen Jianqiu appeared in the Border Detective Agency.

So, in the next few days, the manager asked the person in charge of finding people to find people in the market for him as required.

He took a look at Chen Jianqiu's dusty appearance, and he knew that Henry Dupont's thugs should have disappeared from the entire earth.

He approached the manager and said emotionally: "If you can't do it, then find me one or a few employees who are familiar with their internal affairs!"

If nothing happened, he would stay in the laboratory of his explosives factory.

Chen Jianqiu said with a half-smile.

A strong pungent bitter smell wafted in the air along with the smell of blood, but was quickly blown away by the wind in the wilderness.

Unlike his military uncle who didn't understand gunpowder technology at all, Ramon was a talented chemist and inventor.

And he himself turned around and walked out of the farm.

Each of them was tightly bound and their mouths were gagged with cloth. They were obviously beaten, and they lost all strength to struggle.

White greeted him.

"Mr. Chen, I think we can talk." Before Ackerman finished speaking, he was pushed down on the table by the Chinese soldiers behind him.

The telegram has an outrageously small number of words, just two words and six letters:
"No sell (do not sell)!"

Henry Dupont only told him that Chen Jianqiu was the Chinese boss of a small ordnance factory.

What led to all this was a telegram from Roswell lying on the table.

His mouth was even wider than Jennings's.

He imagined many possibilities, such as the workers in the ordnance factory taking up guns to resist them, but he never thought that there would be dozens of Chinese soldiers running around the American continent with guns!
Also, how did these guys come about?How did they find out here?
"Unfortunately, if you don't dig a well, there is only one water source in a radius of more than ten kilometers. We caught your people when they went out to fetch water."

Chen Jianqiu suddenly remembered that the last person he was going to interview with seemed to have passed through the air in several parts just now.

"Boom~~~"

But as a confidant with a high salary, Ma Zilian didn't ask about this matter.

The anger of the young people cannot be added.

"That's because I don't want them to continue producing, understand?" Ramon didn't seem to give up on the idea at all.

The telegram was extravagantly written a lot.

Chen Jianqiu took a cursory look at the telegram in his hand, and then flicked the telegram with his fingers:

He established the "Repano" explosives factory on the banks of the Delaware River in New Jersey, across the river from the opposite Delaware, specializing in the development of yellow explosives that his uncle did not like.

However, due to the replacement of his own equity in the subsequent acquisition of Hercules explosive brand patents, the young man went back and forth and returned to DuPont.

"Quick! Bring this man over here and let me have a look." The manager said excitedly.

Henry actually values ​​his nephew very much.

As for the price, it can be negotiated.

The former is too late to recruit, and the latter does not need to worry at all, just go back and fish later.

"Boss, didn't you say that he might be raising, a few people?" Jennings was dumbfounded.

"Hey, the DuPont family is really interesting. One young and one old, one civil and one military, both hard and soft."

What if I can get it?

As for now, aren't you a skilled worker who wants to know the details of smokeless gunpowder? I'll go to the market to find a needle in a haystack for you first.

That was the famous Ramon Dupont, and it was not even worth asking him to spend a few extra dollars for telegrams.

According to him, the production line he was in charge of happened to produce smokeless gunpowder.

"what happened?"

He has become obsessed with the craft research of explosives.

Ramon Dupont once left DuPont because of his ideological disagreement with his uncle Henry Dupont.

The manager wants to persuade his boss.

The man wanted a new job, which happened to coincide with the "Repano" explosives factory.

"There's another telegram, this time it's Roswell." White said to Chen Jianqiu.

Moreover, the last job of this worker was at the Roswell Ordnance Factory. Not long ago, he returned to New Jersey because he was fed up with the harsh environment in the west.

He and Jennings enjoyed the same treatment as his subordinates. They were tied into rice dumplings and their mouths were blocked.

After a while, the worker was brought before him.

This is an Italian with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"What's your name?" the manager asked kindly.

"Baco Pino."

(End of this chapter)