America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 218 Don’t mess with anyone, don’t mess with your worker dad

Traveling through the Chihuahuan Desert would be difficult without water.

However, Manager Pete and his evaluation team obviously have no experience in this area.

On the second day, they found that the water in their water bags was empty.

They didn't have water, but Chen Jianqiu did.

In line with the principle of overcoming the difficulties together, he said that he could not wrong the evaluation team if he had a drink of water.

He is willing to share the most precious resource in the desert with them for a fee.

So, when Peter rode on his donkey and saw the stone fortress on the fifth day, the amount he owed Chen Jianqiu had reached one hundred and two dollars.

Pete looked like a dead pig and was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. He went back to ask Rockefeller to reimburse him a little, and he would accept the rest and pay for it.

Chen Jianqiu led the team into the stone fortress.

There were fewer people in the stone fortress than before. Only Hanif and the lawyer were there, as well as a few Chinese young men as soldiers on duty.

Others are helping at the oil well and the new town.

"Wash your face, have a meal, and then I will take you to see the oil well." Chen Jianqiu fetched a bucket of water from the well of the stone fortress and raised it in front of Peter.

"Is this bucket of water free of charge?" Peter asked warily.

"No, it's for you." Chen Jianqiu took another bucket of water and poured it into his own basin.

He took a piece of cloth from the house, took off his shirt, wetted the cloth with water and began to wipe his upper body.

"What is this stone fortress used for?" Peter looked up and looked at the high stone walls around him.

"To resist the Indians, you know, this was the original residence of the Indians, and they would come back to harass them from time to time." Chen Jianqiu said while wiping his body.

"Harassment?" Peter stammered.

He wasn't quite sure what Chen Jianqiu's harassment was referring to.

"Oh, I just came here to shoot arrows, peel off scalps and so on." Chen Jianqiu said with a disapproving look on his face, "We will only have about ten people die this year."

Pete's face turned paler.

Everyone who came back either went back to their houses to tidy up their things, or they were busy moving the food in the car to the warehouse.

By the time everyone was busy with everything at hand, it was already approaching noon.

"Manager Pete, let me first tell you about the food standards here." Chen Jianqiu walked out of the kitchen room carrying a plate.

He brought the plate in front of Peter, which contained a potato, a piece of bacon, and a carrot.

Then, Chen Jianqiu brought out his own plate, which was exactly the same as Peter's.

He sat across from Pete and told Pete the price of each ingredient while eating.

After half of listening, Peter knew that when he left here in a few weeks, the number on the IOU would probably go up.

"There is no way. This damn place is more than a hundred kilometers away from the nearest town, and supplies are too scarce." Chen Jianqiu cut a piece of bacon and stuffed it into his mouth along with potato slices.

Peter finished his plate in silence.

An hour later, Chen Jianqiu left the stone fortress, followed by several people from the assessment team.

They are obviously shorter than Chen Jianqiu.

Because Chen Jianqiu was riding a majestic black carrot, and they were riding donkeys.

They passed the deserted old town of Roswell.

The remains of the houses destroyed by the tornado are still scattered on the ground, and the incomplete walls and roofs tell the newcomers all the time that this place has experienced a disaster.

Peter and the assessment team were horrified: "What happened here before?"

"Tornado." Chen Jianqiu looked at the deserted town, "We don't live here anymore."

Peter's head was a little dizzy, and he was asking himself in his heart.

Desert, remoteness, Indians, tornadoes... So what if this damn place produces oil? Can production be sustained? Is the cost of shipping it out worthwhile?

He glanced at the other members of the assessment team.

It seems that they also hold the same idea.

The group walked around the edge of Roswell and walked south until they saw a little green.

Chen Jianqiu looked into the distance. There were not many changes around the tall oil well, but further south, about a kilometer away from the oil well, there were many more buildings.

These guys are quite fast.

A smile appeared on Chen Jianqiu's lips. He patted Black Carrot's butt, and the black horse spread its hooves and galloped away in the direction of the oil well.

"Hey, wait for us, Chen...cough, cough..." Peter took a mouthful of ashes behind Chen Jianqiu.

He also patted the butt of the donkey under his crotch, but the donkey got angry and kicked up, throwing Peter to the ground.

By the time the bruised and bruised Peter and the assessment team arrived around the oil well, Chen Jianqiu and oil expert Smith were already waiting for them.

Since we have not yet received a clear reply and news of expanded reproduction from Chen Jianqiu.

Therefore, Smith and engineer Jackson were very relaxed during this period, and their soldiers-turned-workers also went to the construction site next door to earn extra money.

The checkout over there is all real gold sand.

Smith, an oil expert, has been staying in his cabin next to the oil well, studying the most suitable depth for drilling.

Therefore, when Chen Jianqiu arrived, the expert did not rush to ask for news from the company. Instead, he pulled him and showed him his research results during this period.

When Peter led the assessment team to the oil well, he saw Smith sketching on a wooden board.

The old man Schultz behind Peter was stunned, and Smith was also stunned when he saw Schultz.

"It's you?!"

The two of them said it at the same time.

Petroleum expert Smith had previously worked for Rockefeller's Standard Oil Company, but later left due to some reasons. As for the reason, Smith never said it, and Chen Jianqiu never asked.

There is no reminiscence between old colleagues or sympathy among scientists.

There seemed to be something wrong with the atmosphere between the two.

"Where's the sample oil?" Schultz changed his previous dim-sighted image and asked Smith aggressively.

"Why are you ordering me? Do you think it's still the same as when you were in the company?" Smith didn't give any face, "Rockefeller smells the smell of oil better than a dog."

The sample oil has been sent out. If you hadn't seen the sample oil, would you people be here?

This is purely making things difficult and insulting.

"We came to take over this oil well at the request of the company and evaluate the scale of production. This is now the property of Standard Oil Company." Pete joined the battle.

"Who among the people?" Smith pointed at the fat man talking in front of Chen Jianqiu. The more he looked at it, the more he looked at it, and he became more and more displeased. "Is what he said true?"

Chen Jianqiu nodded: "Well, that's right, Astor sold most of the shares here."

Smith's face was in disbelief, while Schultz's face was full of ridicule: "As I said, people like you will just dig up your specimens. If you follow up and make a fool of yourself, do you know how to refine oil?"

After that, the old man put his hands behind his back and walked to the edge of the oil well alone.

He sniffed and found a barrel of sample oil in a nearby room.

Schultz looked into the bucket a few times, smelled it, then found a wooden stick from the side and poked it in the bucket.

"I'm just saying, you idiots should get out of here. What good stuff can you come up with?" The old man closed the lid proudly, "The crude oil here has a high content of sulfur compounds, and it smells like rotten eggs. It needs special treatment.

The refining process.”

Peter's heart "thumped" again.

The old man's words had a wide impact, because engineer Jackson, who had nothing to do, took Tom and Jerry to tighten screws on the steam engine.

"What do you mean?" He turned around and looked at the arrogant old man angrily.

Schultz thought that he was as much a pheasant oil expert as Smith, and nodded: "Yes, you can all go back. We will take over everything in the original company."

Jackson was furious and threw the wrench in his hand at Schultz's head.

Although the hit was a little crooked, it still hit the old man's chest.

The old man staggered back a few steps, and finally sat down on the ground, almost gasping for breath.

"We will sue you!" Pete said to Jackson as he ran over to help Schultz, "I will let you know how expensive this wrench is."

"Then I'll punch you again. Let's count it together!" Jackson was about to rush forward, but was hugged from behind by Smith and Tom.

Chen Jianqiu stood aside, holding his shoulders and watching without any intention of stopping him.

He waved to Jerry beside him, and then said a few words in his ear.

After hearing this, Jerry nodded and rode towards the new town one kilometer away.

Oil workers are doing odd jobs on the construction site there.

After a while, a group of people rushed towards the oil well, with dust flying along the way.

At the same time, their roars were also heard.

"Someone wants to destroy our jobs, brothers, kill them!"

Second update

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