America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 207 Doing business based on integrity

Rockefeller? The oil tycoon?

This man founded the Exxon-Mobil Oil Company in 1870, which later became known as the Standard Oil Company.

He spent ten years sweeping up the eastern refining industry, using price and technology to defeat the small refineries, and almost monopolizing the refining and oil transportation industries.

In 1880, Standard Company refined 95% of the oil in the United States and controlled some of the country's major railroads.

Chen Jianqiu originally thought that this man's coveting of the upper reaches of the petroleum industry, that is, the oil fields, would have to wait until after 1886, but he did not expect that he had already begun to make plans even in the west.

For a moment, he suddenly felt that oil was produced on the land in Roswell. He really didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

The first threat facing the "promised land" is not the harsh environment or the federal government's regulations, but a small layout of this monopoly giant?

However, this is not the first time Chen Jianqiu has encountered this kind of thing.

From the time he traveled to this world, he faced basically one challenge after another.

But he guessed that Rockefeller should be busy dealing with other things now.

"How many shares does he have?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Less than me, but you also know his way of doing things. As long as he smells the smell of petroleum, he won't give up."

Astor played with the small ornaments on the coffee table in front of the sofa: "Chen, I can sell you my share, and I can also collect other people's for you, as long as the price is right."

"That piece of land is producing oil." Chen Jianqiu suddenly said.

Astor raised his head and looked at Chen Jianqiu with a puzzled expression: "Why did you tell me this?"

Land that does not produce oil has one price, and land that produces oil has another price.

"Chinese people do business based on integrity." Chen Jianqiu said solemnly, "We have no habit of deceiving our friends."

The news that the land was producing oil could be concealed for a while, but not forever. In the style of the Freemasons, if all this land were to be sold, there would definitely be no shortage of investigators from the two major shareholders.

As for what he said, it is half true and half false.

Astor had a new understanding of the Chinese man in front of him, and he quickly understood what Chen Jianqiu meant.

"How many shares do you want?"

"I will keep the information secret for the time being. You kick the others out first. I want those other than you and Rockefeller to be measured at fair value and the premium will be calculated for you." Chen Jianqiu said.

"I hope that the oil wells and other lands in Roswell will be developed separately. I just hope that there will be a place to stand. This requires the establishment of a new company to package those lands."

Chen Jianqiu picked up a map of Roswell from the manager's desk, drew a few strokes on it, and handed it to Astor.

"I don't know much about legal matters, but your lawyer should be good at handling these matters."

"Okay, no problem, I'll take care of it." Astor nodded and agreed, "What about Rockefeller? He's also keeping it secret?"

"No, tell him the news and tell him for me that he is welcome to come and build the factory!"

Chen Jianqiu stood up and picked up the box again: "I will let Sean stay in the city. If there is any news, I can inform him."

Astor sent Chen Jianqiu downstairs.

"By the way, are what you said true?" Astor hesitated for a moment, then asked, "The town of Roswell was destroyed by a tornado?"

Chen Jianqiu nodded: "Yes, you can go and have a look if you have time, but you have to cross a desert first."

"Then, Vaughan is also dead?" Astor considered his words and continued to ask.

Chen Jianqiu nodded again: "Yes, he was bitten to death by a rattlesnake."

After leaving the two-story adobe house where the company's headquarters was located, Chen Jianqiu rode on the black radish and prepared to go back to the hotel.

When I went there, I asked questions along the way, but when I came back, I was familiar with the road.

Every time you pass a block, the architectural style will change dramatically. The white fences and yellow adobe walls form a sharp contrast, showing the fragmentation of the city.

He arrived at the city center location.

The double obelisk built to commemorate the expulsion of the Indians seemed to have been cleaned up, and it was a bit out of place on this dusty road.

While Chen Jianqiu was riding a black radish and reading the inscription, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Mr. Chen Long! Mr. Chen Long! I finally found you."

Chen Jianqiu turned around and saw that it was the owner of the hotel, running towards him in a panic.

"Let me take a breath first." The hotel owner ran to the black radish and said before Chen Jianqiu could speak.

He came here on foot instead of riding his little donkey, so he was out of breath.

Chen Jianqiu waited quietly for his boss to finish breathing, and then asked: "What's wrong?"

"Oh, I just said that you guys are too conspicuous. The police chief is bringing people to check."

"Sheriff? Which Sheriff? Van Cleef?" Chen Jianqiu was a little confused, "Isn't he dead?"

He stretched out his hand and pulled the hotel owner onto the horse: "Let's talk as we walk."

"Hi, no, it's the new police chief, the assistant of Van Cleef." The hotel owner sat behind Chen Jianqiu, wiping the sweat from his head, "Your Chinese guy happened to be here, let me come out to find you.

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Chen Jianqiu knew that the boy the hotel owner was talking about was Li Sifu. This kid was quite honest, but he was quite stubborn and his English was not very good.

This child is afraid that he will suffer a loss!

He drove the black radish, taking the boss with him, and sped towards the direction of the hotel.

When he was still about ten meters away from the hotel, Chen Jianqiu saw several policemen in uniforms already standing near the hotel, controlling the area around the hotel.

"Oh, these guys keep doing this, how can I do my business?" the hotel owner lamented.

Chen Jianqiu ignored the boss, got off his horse and walked directly to the back of the hotel.

Their carriage was parked there.

A white policeman wearing a blue standard high hat, holding a riding crop in his hand, and several policemen stood beside the carriage.

The cloth originally covering the carriage has been lifted off, revealing the barrel inside.

Li Sifu opened his arms and hugged the bucket tightly, looking at the policemen with a stubborn look on his face.

"We need to check if there are any prohibited items inside!" the policeman said gloomily. "The gangs nearby will put some things in there that they shouldn't."

Li Sifu looked at the big and thick policemen and felt a little scared. But when he thought that the bucket belonged to Chen Jianqiu, he jumped directly onto the buckets and turned around and shouted loudly at the policemen:

"No, these are our boss's things, you can't touch them!"

The leading police sergeant narrowed his eyes and laughed ferociously:

"We have law enforcement authority within the city of Santa Fe, and I now have reason to suspect that there are items hidden here that pose a safety threat to the citizens of Santa Fe."

His voice suddenly became louder:

"Get out of here!"

Li Sifu's body remained motionless and showed no intention of moving away.

The police sergeant raised the whip in his hand high and whipped it at the Chinese young man on the carriage.

Seeing that the whip was about to hit Li Sifu.

Once this whip goes down, it's hard to say what else will happen. A blood mark will definitely not escape.

But the whip suddenly stopped in the air.

From the other end of the whip came an irresistible force.

The whip slipped out of the Sheriff's hand, causing him to stumble forward and fall to the ground.

"grass!"

The sergeant sighed and raised his head.

A Chinese man wearing a mandarin jacket stood in front of him, looking at him with a smile, and his whip was in that man's hand.

The Chinese handed the whip back:

"Chief, check something. There's no need to make such a big fuss, right?"

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