America 1881: They Call Me Legend

When Chen Jianqiu arrived at Mr. McCall's residence according to the address on the invitation.

This is a very large villa with a very typical American architectural style. Even though this is a wealthy area of ​​Santa Fe, this building and its large yard are very outstanding.

The last time Chen Jianqiu saw such an outstanding mansion in a city was in Denver.

The owner of that mansion had his street lights hung up.

Guests have been arriving one after another, but most of them are riding carriages or horses. So far, he is the only one, Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu led the horse to the door of the mansion. A waiter in white clothes smiled at him very politely.

The servant on the side took the reins of Black Radish from Chen Jianqiu's hand.

Chen Jianqiu took out the invitation from his arms.

The waiter just glanced at the invitation, returned it to him, and then turned sideways: "Come in, Mr. Chen."

After climbing more than a dozen marble steps, Chen Jianqiu stepped into the door of the mansion.

Although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but lament the pomp and circumstance of the McCall family.

This is more like a small palace than a villa.

In sharp contrast to the American-style facade outside, the decoration inside the house has a very strong Spanish style, which even makes one wonder whether the owner of the villa is of Madrid's "True Yellow Flag" descent.

The entrance hall is very large, and can accommodate dozens of people to stop inside at the same time; the two to three-story hollow space, the dome is full of a lifelike picture of the birth of the Son, which can be seen by a famous artist at a glance.

A large golden crystal chandelier hung from the dome, and together with the lights around it and on the wall, it illuminated the hall magnificently.

Not to mention the spiral staircase, elegant furniture, and an antique piano being played by a pianist.

The reception in the hall has actually started, and well-dressed men and women are gathering together in twos and threes to drink and chat.

They are all prominent local figures in Santa Fe, either wealthy businessmen, eloquent public officials, or women from prominent local families.

Chen Jianqiu even saw an acquaintance, the fat-headed Santa Fe police chief.

However, in sharp contrast to the mixed colors of the streets outside, this hall is still dominated by white people, plus some representatives of Mexican families that have flourished in the local area.

Therefore, when they saw an East Asian face walking in, their faces showed a hint of surprise and bewilderment.

"Who called this person?"

"How does Mr. McCall know such a person?"

"Looking at him dressed like that, he must have been invited to perform magic, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense. How can those people perform magic? They can only stare at the sun in a daze."

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What followed was selective ignorance after the discussion.

Chen Jianqiu's expression was calm. He was used to the attitudes of the people around him. If they didn't behave like this, it would be abnormal.

"Chen! This way!"

Astor obviously saw Chen Jianqiu, who was chatting with someone under the stairs with a glass of champagne in his hand.

What is different from Chen Jianqiu is that this young man from New York obviously enjoys the treatment of stars. People constantly come to him, introduce themselves to him, and try to talk about things they think Astor

Interesting content.

Chen Jianqiu did not move. He was looking at a painting hanging on the wall with great interest.

"Sorry, I have something to do. Let's talk later." Astor pushed away a businessman who was about to come up to chat with him, took a glass of champagne from the waiter's plate, and walked towards Chen Jianqiu.

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The businessman stood there, looking embarrassed.

"You are finally here. Mr. Senator, I have been waiting for you for a long time." Astor patted Chen Jianqiu's shoulder and handed him the glass of champagne.

Chen Jianqiu took the champagne, his body swayed slightly, and Astor's hand slipped from his shoulder.

However, the young master did not feel embarrassed at all, and begged with a shy face: "I know you are busy, so I just want to see you."

Chen Jianqiu then followed him to the terrace outside the hall.

There were two gentlemen standing there, leaning on the stone railing, talking about something, and no one was close to them.

Astor began to introduce to Chen Jianqiu.

The bald man is McCall, the owner of this house, who apparently made his fortune from mining, but is actually a ZZ broker, providing politicians with ZZ chips and exchanging benefits.

When he saw Chen Jianqiu's arrival, his face was very indifferent, but he was a little unhappy that this person had stepped within ten meters of him.

The other person, who looks a little older, is Senator Scott of New Mexico.

The old man looked like an ordinary old gentleman, without any aggression and amiable. When he saw Chen Jianqiu, a smile appeared on his face.

However, it is this old man who has been controlling elections in New Mexico in recent years. He is the core figure of the New Mexico Republican Party and the brains of the "Santa Fe Group" composed of Republican tycoons.

"Come, come here." The old man waved to Chen Jianqiu kindly and pointed to the place next to him.

But Chen Jianqiu didn't move, still standing beside Astor.

The old man smiled helplessly, and he could only say to Astor and McCall: "Mr. Chen and I have something to discuss. Could you please step aside for a moment?"

Astor didn't care, McCall snorted and walked away with a gloomy look.

After the two people left, Old Scott began to speak, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was shocking:

"Mr. Chen, have you found the treasure?"

"No, sir." Chen Jianqiu's expression did not change much, and he spoke his first words since entering this room.

"I knew what you were doing in Wyoming, Utah, and Colorado, so when Astor told me, I knew it was you."

"I appreciate you very, very much. You are courageous, courageous and capable. So, come to my place and do things for me." The old man shook the wine glass in his hand at Chen Jianqiu.

"Oh? Congressman, you want to play the Chinese card in New Mexico?" Chen Jianqiu said sarcastically.

"No, no, no, whether you are Chinese or not is meaningless to me."

"I know what you are doing and what you want to do, but that cannot be changed by a treasure. Your Chinese compatriots have the right to vote, but have no interest in Communism. They are indifferent to their own situation.

If it doesn't work out, I'm interested in you as a person."

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"Come to me, I need people like you, New Mexico needs people like you, and I will make you the maker of order in this land!"

The old man was very eloquent, but he could not find any joy or wavering on Chen Jianqiu's face.

"Have you finished speaking?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly said something incomprehensible, "Your idea is very good."

The old man was speechless for a moment. What does this mean? Agree or disagree?

Chen Jianqiu turned around and left the old man alone and messy on the terrace.

After he walked out from the balcony, everyone in the hall had changed their view of him, because they all saw that the wealthy young man from New York was his dog, and Senator Scott was chatting and laughing with him.

Except for some people who still maintain a polite distance, some people have begun to get close to him, even though they have no idea who he is.

Chen Jianqiu responded with a smile. For a time, he surpassed Astor and became the most popular person in the room.

Suddenly, McCall's voice came from the second floor:

"The Halloween dance is about to begin. If you are interested, please go to the side hall to prepare and put on your masks!"