America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 223 Enemies don’t get together

"Did you get it?"

After leaving Leonard's compound, Chen Jianqiu turned around and asked Sean who was driving the carriage.

"I got it." Sean took out a document from his arms, "To prevent them from finding out, I only took out the bottom contract."

"Show it to lawyer Dylan for a look." Chen Jianqiu pursed his lips toward the inside of the carriage.

The negro documents and lantern were handed in.

After a while, Dylan's voice came from the carriage: "The chain of evidence is not complete yet, but these things are enough to give him a headache for a while."

Chen Jianqiu turned around, stopped talking, and they walked towards the town.

…

Chen Jianqiu and the Standard Oil team did not meet. They set off first and embarked on the road back to Roswell.

About five days later in the afternoon, a team from Standard Oil Company also arrived near the Roswell Oil Field.

Meyer rode, followed by the sullen man with a group of men with guns.

They looked at the oil well in front of them in a daze.

It's quiet here, there's no one around, it's like it's deserted.

Since the last group incident occurred here, the master workers used their fists to beat Pete and his hapless team out of Roswell.

However, they also learned about the change of oilfield equity.

The workers received their last month's salary from the accountant and never returned to the oil field.

They don't care what the future holds. If it doesn't work out, it would be good to be a construction worker in the new town.

Chen Jianqiu really didn't lie to them. People came through the Chihuahuan Desert one after another, most of them Chinese.

Various shops in the town have gradually opened, including tailor shops, food stores, grocery stores...

They can live very well with the salary they receive from construction sites.

As for the first group of experts, except for the cook, including the accountant, they all packed their bags and prepared to go home after Christmas.

Chen Jianqiu made some efforts to persuade him to stay, but Jackson politely declined: "I will never work under Standard Oil again. I've had enough of the faces of those people."

Chen Jianqiu had no choice but to arrange a farewell bonfire banquet for them.

When leaving, he held the oil expert's hand and said meaningfully to him: "We will meet again."

Facing the deserted oil fields, Meyer was both happy and worried.

Fortunately, it saved him a lot of trouble.

According to Peter, the original workers were all unruly people, and he was still thinking about how to deal with these people, maybe even using force.

But now I no longer have this worry.

The worry is that he has to start all over again.

The top priority is to resume oil production in the oil fields. The equipment at the refinery is all ready, so it can be started very quickly.

What should I do if there are no more workers? Recruit again. Isn’t there a small town nearby?

"Hanni, call some people and follow me to the town over there to purchase some supplies."

After settling his staff, Meyer called his deputy and prepared to go for a walk in the new town of Roswell.

"Would you like to talk to Captain Lynch?" the deputy asked tentatively.

"No, he is also very tired from escorting us all the way. He may have to arrange follow-up security work in the evening." Meyer shook his head.

"Apart from those workers, there is no need to worry about attacks within a few hundred miles." Hanni muttered quietly.

The purchasing team soon arrived in the new town.

Different from the silence of the oil well, this place is full of people and lively.

The arrangement of the houses in this town seems to be specially planned and uniform. The houses in the outermost row are still under construction, and the styles built are rare in the western United States.

On the construction sites under construction, there were people of all colors, and they were busy cooperating with each other. English mixed with various accents and Chinese that they did not understand were heard from the other side of the construction site.

"Boss, most of the people in this town seem to be Chinese." Hanni looked at the construction site and the surroundings. Those yellow-skinned faces looked a little strange to him.

"Chinese? Chinese are good, they are cheap." Meyer curled his lips and found that Hanni had been pulling his arm, "Why are you pulling me? They don't understand anyway."

Hanni didn't say anything. He pointed to the door of the store in front, where a young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes was looking at them with a smile.

"The Chinese are not necessarily cheap." Chen Jianqiu put his hands behind his back with a smile on his face, but for some reason, Meyer always felt a little cold.

"How can I get to the food store?" Meyer changed the topic, "We are employees of Standard Oil Company and we are here to buy some food."

"That's right behind me." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the room behind him, "It's a hundred miles away. This is the only one. If you miss it, you won't miss it."

"I'm the boss." He added, "My surname is Chen."

Meyer dismounted and followed Chen Jianqiu into the grain store.

This room is more like a warehouse than a grain store, with all kinds of bags containing grain piled up in most of the room.

Meyer asked about the price.

If you don’t ask, you won’t know. If you ask, you will be shocked. The price is two or three times higher than the price outside.

"Isn't this a black shop?" Meyer's eyes widened.

"Then you can go outside and transport it yourself." Li Sifu, who was behind Chen Jianqiu, said confidently.

"Can people in this town afford to eat at your price?" Meyer glanced at the construction site.

"That's why their wages are high." Chen Jianqiu said with a smile.

He didn't tell Meyer that this wave of price increases was just to welcome their arrival. As for other people in this town, they didn't even have a pot for the time being.

The restaurant that provides them with food is behind the construction site.

The owner of that shop is Hanif, who hired the only remaining Italian chef from the expert team and a Chinese chef sent by Zhang Danian.

Both Western and Chinese food are available.

It is said that Hanif has recently been eyeing Mexican cooks in neighboring towns.

The prices there are basically normal.

Li Sifu is still the kind of person who likes to buy or not.

Meyer also wanted to discuss the price with Chen Jianqiu, but found Hanni pulling his arm again: "Buy it, otherwise we will starve."

Meyer reluctantly took out the money.

"Loading!" Chen Jianqiu shouted, and he and Li Sifu began to load grain into their car.

Meyer asked Hanny to post a recruitment advertisement on the notice board across the square, while he copied it with his hand and watched around the car.

Suddenly, he remembered something and asked Chen Jianqiu who was loading the goods: "Excuse me, who is Chen Jianqiu?"

"I am, what's wrong?" Chen Jianqiu straightened up and glanced at him.

Meyer suddenly understood.

He finally understood why the prices at the food store in front of him were so dark.

What kind of boss, what kind of store to open.

"Manager Pete asked me to bring you the money he owes." Meyer took out a large bag from his saddle bag, "Please show me the IOU."

Because of this bag of money, poor manager Pete was scolded by Rockefeller all afternoon. In addition to asking him to pay part of it himself, a month's salary was also deducted from him as punishment.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and returned to the house, took out a thick stack of IOUs and stuffed them into Meyer's hand.

Every IOU has Fatty's fingerprints on it.

Meyer looked at the amount and terms above and was shocked.

He decided to think of a way to do business with this kind of person again. He was a dog.

The grains filled with flour were loaded onto the cart. Meyer was about to call Hanni back to the city when he noticed a man wearing black gloves riding a horse and appearing at the corner of the street not far away.

Chen Jianqiu also saw this person. He always felt that this person looked familiar, especially the nose and the sinister face.

"Captain Lynch, you're here too." Meyer greeted him, "I'll buy some supplies and I'll be back soon."

"Just call me Tim from now on. My full name is Tim Lynch." The man looked around, glanced at Chen Jianqiu, and then headed out of the town with Manager Meyer.

Chen Jianqiu looked at their leaving figures and touched his chin.

Captain Lynch? Tim Lynch? What does this guy have to do with the Pinkerton detective who was shot to death by Adam?

They are not enemies, but they really don’t get together.

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