A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 118 Story
"Arthur, now, Manager Greco has hired oil workers, and the workers' camps have been set up, and the new drilling equipment should arrive tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. In theory, we must start work . I have also asked Manager Greco before coming here, and he also asked me to tell you that according to his experience, we must start work on time now, otherwise the wages of the workers and the equipment costs that need to be repaid in installments, It will crush the company in any minute..." Mary Beth said worriedly.

As the old man of Wall-E Company, Manager Greco has witnessed the rise of Wall-E family and the end of Wall-E. Now after Arthur took over the company, he did not choose to replace Greco, and Greco has I am very grateful to Arthur for not being unemployed, so the advice he gave is also very pertinent, that is, it should be sold to Cornwall. The traps or risks involved are not what Arthur should do at this stage. To consider.

After all, among all the crude oil producers, no one knew that there were uncertain risks in extracting crude oil and selling it to Cornwall, but not everyone did it anyway.

"Isn't there anyone else buying crude oil?" Arthur asked in disbelief.

Marybeth nodded and said:
"Yes, but it needs to be transported further, and the purchase price per barrel of crude oil they offer is nearly twenty cents less than that in Cornwall, and that doesn't include transportation by rail. At the time, the higher freight rates charged for non-Cornish crude oil..."

From this point of view, it seems that Cornwall has really taken control of it.

The choice given by Cornwall was very simple. Either you sell the oil field to me, or you sell the oil to me. No matter which one Arthur chose, it made him feel very unhappy.

Oh, he won't be able to earn this money even if he doesn't share the benefits with you.

"Mary Beth, the news you brought is very important. You handled it very well and in a timely manner. For the next two days, you can stay here first, and then wait for me to finish handling the things here. In terms of time, it should be The day after tomorrow, we will go back to Valentine to solve this problem together. I still don’t believe it. If I want to make money, I can’t avoid Leviticus Cornwall!”

Seeing that it was almost time to eat, Arthur decided to take Sean, Charlie, and Mary Beth to the bar known as the "Pleasure Palace" in Rhodes Town to have a meal.

Except for Arthur, this was the first time for all of them to come here. They all exclaimed that this bar belonging to the Gray family was really extremely majestic. The two-story main interior was basically made of fine logs. Coupled with the stained glass decoration with exquisite patterns, it can be seen that the person responsible for the decoration design must have very good aesthetic taste.

Compared with the rough style of wooden boards and animal heads in Valentine's Bar, Gray's Bar in Rhodes Township embodies the classical aesthetic of the old-school landowner everywhere.

After admiring these, a group of four people happened to sit down at a table. Arthur took the menu away from Sean, who was flipping through it, handed it to Marybeth, and said with a smile:

"Lady first."

"Hey, Arthur? I'm still watching!" Sean protested.

The protest was ineffective. Arthur didn't even bother to expose this kid. He held the menu upside down and didn't know what to look at.

Just when Arthur was about to tease Sean, a few men drinking in front of the bar next door attracted his attention.

"What the hell is wrong with you all? Don't say a word."

"I just think that we are getting more and more embarrassed. At the end of this century, it seems that we are not much better than we were in 1865?" A younger voice replied.

Next to this man, another man raised his bottle of wine with disapproval and took a sip, then said:
"Maybe yes, maybe not. We still live a free life, and we can still proudly say that we do not recognize and will not obey your laws."

After raising the bottle again and touching it with the man next door, the man continued:
"I think it's better to be an alien living in the truth than all the ordinary people living in lies, isn't it?"

From their chat, Arthur keenly noticed a few key words, '1865' and 'your law'. These two key words made him continue to listen after he had only overheard it. "Hey, let me tell you something." The person who originally asked the question said. After he drank all the wine in the glass in his hand, he spoke again:
"You should know, right? For those of us who are older than you, most of us have fought side by side in the Third Legion of Lemoyne."

Okay, Arthur can be sure that these guys are the Lemoyne Marauders. At the same time, Arthur also noticed that the person who was listening to them with his ears was not only himself, but sitting next to him. Charlie, apparently listening too.

"It was the summer of 62, and we had been hiding in the Copperhead territory for several weeks..." The man's voice became a little deeper, and it took a while before Arthur could continue to hear what he was saying. The man who heard the sermon continued:

"In short, our life was very difficult, very difficult. All the food we had was moldy, and the environment was unbearably humid. Not only food, but also all our other supplies were damp. But we all understand that if the enemy wants to After taking St. Denis, sooner or later they will borrow the Lanahechy River, so we are still holding on to where we are..."

The waiter served the dishes, and Arthur could smell the aroma of beef stewed with red wine and apples, but his attention was still on the few Lemoyne raiders. As for their ability to enter Roland Arthur was not surprised by this incident. After all, no one had the words "Lemoyne Raider" carved on their face. At this time, Arthur was killed by the obviously older Lemoyne Raider. He was attracted by the story, so he was not in a hurry to touch the food in front of him, but continued to listen attentively.

"Sure enough... that morning, we were awakened by the sound of distant sound, which was the sound of artillery shelling. Then, the artillery shells hit us like raindrops. I can tell you with certainty that those improved The wounds from artillery shrapnel, they are the most horrific in the world... You will never in your life see more grievous injuries."

Hearing this, Arthur noticed something strange about Charlie. The knife and fork in his hand was repeatedly cutting a piece of beef. The serrations on the knife made a strange sound on the porcelain dinner plate. .

"Charlie?" Mary Beth obviously noticed this situation, she reminded in a low voice.

"Sorry." Charlie said quietly after regaining consciousness.

Charlie noticed the questioning look in Arthur's eyes, and he shook his head, as if to express that he was fine.

The old Lemon Marauder at the bar next door was still telling the story. At this time, his voice suddenly became exaggerated. He said:

"...Then I was blown into the air! The same height as the house, and then I fell unconscious. When I woke up again, the surroundings were filled with smoke. I thought I must have arrived at the door of hell, until The smoke cleared... I saw a bunch of bloody Union soldiers! They were within twenty feet of me."

"I didn't have a rifle, I didn't have a pistol, I didn't have any weapons! So I turned around and rushed toward them. They raised their rifles and fired at me. I even saw them pull the trigger, but But they didn't make any sound. Their gunpowder was stained with too much water vapor, so I rushed in front of them and knocked them down one by one. By the time I came to my senses, they were all dead."

"..."

"Shit!"

Charlie couldn't listen anymore. He held the knife behind his back, stood up, and quickly came behind the Lemoyne predator.

Just when these people were preparing to ask questions in confusion.

Charlie had neatly inserted the silver table knife straight into the man's neck, 'sawing' his artery.

(End of this chapter)