America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 209 Signing a Contract with the Devil

Scott sat in his big chair and smoked from his pipe.

The whole room was filled with the smell of tobacco, making people choke and unable to open their eyes.

Chen Jianqiu remained silent and still stood at the door, looking at the room.

The furnishings of the room are very simple, with no bookshelves or all kinds of dazzling ornaments. There is only a large table in front of Scott and his large chair on which he can lie down.

"Stop standing there, sit down, sit down quickly." Scott looked like a kind and kind old man.

This reminded Chen Jianqiu of the gentleman old mayor of Montrose, who was equally kind and kind, so kind that he almost killed him with a shot in Lincolnshire.

If it hadn't been for that pocket watch, one of our own would have been dead long ago.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the opposite side of Scott, sat down on the chair opposite him.

"How was your stay in Roswell?" Scott removed the mouth of the pipe from his mouth, blew out a puff of smoke, and said something nonchalantly.

He observed Chen Jianqiu's expression.

"I thought you didn't smoke." Chen Jianqiu did not answer the question, "I didn't see you bringing a pipe at the cocktail party last time."

"Ha, I always thought that smoking a pipe was a very private thing." Scott smiled slightly and said with a pun, "But you know, New Mexico is such a big place. I want a private place."

Space is really difficult.”

Chen Jianqiu stopped talking again, and just looked at Scott.

Don't admit it, don't deny it.

Anyway, it was you who called me here. If you want to speak, please continue. If you don’t speak, it will waste time. There is plenty of time.

"Is there oil in Roswell?" Scott finally showed his sincerity and said frankly, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in those dark things."

Chen Jianqiu still didn't speak.

The mouth of a politician is a liar. God knows what is going on in this guy's heart.

What else in that damn place in Roswell could attract these guys? Sand or cactus?

"I know what you're thinking." Scott tapped his pipe on the table, "No matter who is behind that land, they can't use oil to enter New Mexico!"

His words were unhurried, but you could vaguely hear a hint of the domineering attitude of the controllers of Santa Fe and even New Mexico.

"The major shareholder is the Rockefeller family, you can't afford to offend them." Chen Jianqiu was ready to add fuel to the fire.

"So that's it." Scott puffed out the cigarette heavily, looking as if he had expected it. "Then we can't let them in."

"There's nothing you can do about it. Your arms can't hold your thighs. Whether it's legally or physically, you don't have the power to stop them from developing this land." Chen Jianqiu spread his hands.

"I have the final authority to interpret legislation in New Mexico!" Scott's words were particularly domineering. "They just need a little help."

"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you much." Chen Jianqiu shook his head with a look of helplessness on his face, "I'm just a small Chinese businessman."

Scott was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Have you killed almost all of those armed guards in Roswell? What kind of businessman are you? An armed businessman?"

"Don't lie about this. They were attacked and I saved them."

"The remaining people were homesick, so I paid them severance packages and went back. Those who didn't want to go back also got jobs." Chen Jianqiu looked innocent.

"They all have a bright and wonderful future! Only I have the reputation of being the mayor of an empty town." He said "sadly".

"Haha, I like young people with ideas." Scott stared at Chen Jianqiu, "This is why I have been paying attention to you."

"So, what do you need me to do for you?" Chen Jianqiu stepped forward.

"Two things." Scott put down the cigarette butt in his hand, supported the table with both hands, leaned forward, and said to Chen Jianqiu word by word.

"The first thing is to find ways to kick that guy out. Once they come, we will lose the railway and the land."

Chen Jianqiu looked troubled.

"I will give you the support you want, just let go and do it."

Of course Chen Jianqiu understood what Scott meant by "support" and "let go and do it".

This must have been what the old man promised Mexican Thiago.

He nodded "reluctantly": "What is the other thing?"

Scott was very satisfied. This young man seemed to be on the right track. He slowly said the second thing:

"Roswell is adjacent to Lincoln County, but you have to know that the pastures and timber in Lincoln County involve our core interests, just like Albuquerque." The smile on the old man's face disappeared.

"Some time ago, our friend there was killed. It was said that he was executed by the famous local Sheriff Pilot for endangering citizens' property."

Chen Jianqiu suddenly realized.

Is it you who is behind the scenes of Lincolnshire's "one-eared" Fred?

"Even if our friend broke the law, he should not be killed without trial." Scott's voice became colder. "At least, he should ask who he represents."

"After our friend died, the situation there gradually got out of control, and our interests were being greatly harmed."

"So, you need to go to Lincoln County to control the situation there."

After Scott finished speaking, he waited for Chen Jianqiu's response.

He can make one person call the shots in New Mexico, a temptation that no ambitious young man can refuse.

Chen Jianqiu pondered for a moment and agreed.

Even if he signs a contract with the devil, he doesn't care.

Because it seems that the devil will not abide by the contract, and he is not afraid of falling out with the devil.

Scott was very happy. He had prepared all kinds of rhetoric to persuade this young man, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

He rang the bell on the table.

After a while, a bearded man dressed as a cowboy appeared at the door of the office.

Scott pulled Chen Jianqiu over, with a pipe in his mouth, and introduced him to the man at the door:

"I believe you have met her before, but I guess you only met her once."

The bearded man raised his head arrogantly and looked at Chen Jianqiu through his nostrils: "Mr. Chen didn't seem to think highly of me at that time, so I came back after sending off the expert group."

"Did you snitch on me?" Chen Jianqiu snorted.

"I'm just fulfilling my duties." The bearded man was still full of arrogance.

"Okay, we are all a family now!" Scott knocked on the table with his pipe again, "Abiot, a very good gunner, he can be your most effective assistant!"

"My team doesn't need waste." Chen Jianqiu expressed his dissatisfaction.

Abiot instantly pulled out his gun, and at the same time, Chen Jianqiu's gun was pointed at him.

"Put down your guns!" Scott's voice was low, but full of weight.

He stared at Chen Jianqiu: "This is not a suggestion, but a condition."

Chen Jianqiu snorted again and withdrew the hand holding the gun. Colt spun it a few times in his hand and returned to the holster.

"Okay, let him follow."

Abiot also put away his revolver and left Scott's office without looking back.

"Then, I wish you good luck?" Scott held his pipe in his mouth and extended his right hand to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment and shook hands with him: "I'd like to lend you some good words."

Then, he turned and left Scott's office.

He left the two-story building, walked to the door, got on his horse, and slowly strolled to the intersection.

Chen Jianqiu glanced to the second floor and found that the lights in Scott's room had been turned off. However, he observed from the shooter state that the old man was standing at the dark window with his hands behind his back, looking at him.

What an old fox.

Chen Jianqiu continued to drive his horse forward and turned a corner until he disappeared from Scott's sight.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in front of him.

It’s Abiot:

"Boss, let me report the situation to you."

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