A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 299
Arthur has always thought that this is a very interesting phenomenon, that is, the more people they have and the higher their status, the more they are bound by the things that are supposed to make them freer, and become helpless. There is freedom.

For example, the Joseph Bonaparte in front of me.

The dignified Minister of Justice of the United States was severely controlled by himself.

After accepting the stock note handed over by Arthur, Joseph finally chose to use an indifferent expression and asked Arthur:

"Okay, I accept it, so Mr. Morgan, do you have anything else to do?"

"It's nothing else, Joseph, do you want to make a fortune together?" Arthur asked with a smile.

Windfall?

Although Joseph was angry now, considering Arthur's earning power, he still asked:
"What windfall?"

"A huge windfall."

Arthur was not prepared to tell Joseph the details.

"Well, whatever you need me to do? First of all, you need to be clear, Bronte is dead, and at your request, I have the agents lurking around him kill him. Soon, possibly tonight, It may also be that tomorrow morning, I, and most of the dignitaries you can think of will be in trouble, so, whatever you need me to do, it's best to finish it in one breath."

Joseph also saw that Arthur didn't intend to tell him the details, but it didn't matter. It was all about making money. As long as the money was earned, it didn't matter whether he knew the details or not.

Arthur nodded, threw the cigarette butt into the glass of wine, and said:

"What I need you to do is very simple. You just need to tell all your friends on various occasions that you bought [-] shares of Babylon Oil Company stock. Isn't it very simple? And you do Owning [-] shares of stock, right?”

After Joseph released his frown from watching Arthur throw a cigarette butt into his wine glass, he asked with a chuckle:

"That's it?"

"Yes, that's it."

I don’t know why, although Joseph is smiling on his face, he feels even more fucked up in his heart, just for this little thing?As for this damn Arthur Morgan, he came to his office and shot himself? ?

"Okay, then I won't bother you anymore, Joseph, remember, don't forget this matter. After all, I don't think you want to see me coming to visit you again, right?"

"……certainly."

……

After bidding farewell to Joseph, Arthur has nothing to do in New York for the time being, and his next plan will have to wait for a while to ferment.

So Arthur found a unique, um, the kind of property where the whole building is the same property, the first floor is a bar, the second floor is a casino, and the third floor is a special entertainment place that can't be said to be a business, and then I conducted an on-the-spot investigation into this aspect of business in New York.

Just like on Wall Street, Arthur, wearing a cowboy hat, received a warm 'welcome' as soon as he walked into the bar on the first floor.

Looking at the guests in suits and ties and the gorgeously dressed women inside, to be honest, Arthur was still a little uncomfortable looking at their empty waists.

After all, there's no one in the West who doesn't carry a trimmer around his waist.

"Hi, sir, you are dressed very strangely."

Arthur stood motionless, watching quietly as the woman holding a glass of margarita touched him while she was talking. Although she was not ugly, Arthur still grabbed her and touched her. After throwing away his hand, he said politely:
"Ma'am, I just wanted to have a drink myself."

The woman was not very happy after being thrown away by Arthur. After hearing what Arthur said, she felt that Arthur looked down on her, so she said mockingly: "Tch, I thought it was a western man, but I didn't expect it to be a man." Coward?"

Then I didn’t know if the woman had drunk too much. She turned to the others and continued shouting:

"Hey, look, there's a bitch here who doesn't like women!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

A kind of pride brought by city people compared to country bumpkins made the group of 'gentlemen' in the tavern laugh at Arthur.

Arthur shook his head helplessly. He originally thought that bars in New York might be different from those in the West?
Now it seems that Arthur has thought too much. No matter what, Arthur has no habit of suffering verbally. He replied to the woman who was looking at him with a proud face:

"Okay, ma'am, you win. Now I don't want to drink alone. So, how do you charge?"

"Hillbilly! How did you talk to a lady?!" the woman scolded like a shrew.

Arthur asked loudly:

"Aha, I really didn't know, I was actually chatting with a lady?"

Listening to Arthur's emphasis on 'ma'am', everyone present understood the implication of Arthur's words.

"Then, please forgive me 'ma'am,' and I'll excuse you now." Arthur smiled and turned towards the bar, leaving the angry woman where he was and ignoring her.

Arthur came to the bar and took out a bill and put it on the table, then said to the bartender:

"Give me a glass of whiskey."

"Are you Arthur Morgan?"

Seeing another woman coming to talk to him, Arthur was reluctant, but he still picked up the whiskey poured by the bartender, sipped it lightly, and replied:

"If you're referring to someone you know as Arthur Morgan, then I'm not."

Although Arthur's answer was close to saying I don't want to talk to you, the girl didn't seem to care about Arthur's attitude, but continued with some joy:

"You are Arthur Morgan. I saw you at the mayor's party."

Listening to the girl mentioning that she looked like a banquet, it was obvious that she was not talking nonsense just to strike up a conversation. She should have actually seen him. Arthur turned around to look at the girl and asked uncertainly:
"Kid, are you old enough to drink?"

"Hey! Don't call me kid. I'm an adult. You can call me Linda."

The girl named Linda seemed very happy. Although Arthur didn't understand why she was so happy, he still said:

"Well, Linda, since you are no longer a child, what do you want from me? Let me tell you first that I don't like a brat like you."

"?" There should be no girl who can accept a man saying this in front of her face, even if it's not for other reasons, just to prove that she is not a young girl, Linda will treat this man well today In the previous lesson, she said:
"I still just realized that the famous Arthur Morgan is actually such a narcissistic person?"

　I had a dream yesterday. I dreamed that I was scolded miserably by comments. It was so real, and even the content of the scolding was included. It made me dare not read the comments until now...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)