America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 227 Are all young people so arrogant nowadays?

"Peter Pan" is obviously not a real name.

But since the young man was unwilling to reveal his real name, Chen Jianqiu didn't want to ask any more questions.

"Boss, aren't those corpses going to be disposed of?" Feiniao asked from behind.

"No need, let the people from their organization collect the bodies themselves." Chen Jianqiu galloped in front of him on a black carrot.

Following the guidance of the blond young man, they quickly found the Chinese worker who fell to the ground.

This man was lying on his back next to a dirt road, his face covered with dust, and he was dying. He could only breathe out but not in.

There were pools of blood on the ground where he lay.

Chen Jianqiu got off his horse and came to his side. He found that he had been shot in more than one place and blood was still flowing out from the wounds.

Chen Jianqiu regretted not bringing Teresa over.

"Sean! Bandage." Chen Jianqiu shouted to the black man.

Hearing someone talking nearby, the Chinese worker opened his eyes slightly.

When he realized that the person looking at him was a yellow-skinned cowboy, he struggled to open his eyes wider.

His lips moved and his voice was too weak to be heard.

Chen Jianqiu put his ear to it.

"Brother, brother, give me a good shot. It hurts. It hurts too much..."

Chen Jianqiu said nothing. He wanted to use the method Theresa taught him for first aid, but found that the bleeding could not be stopped.

He did not wipe the blood on his hands, but picked up the cloth bundle beside him and handed it to Hua Gong.

Seeing that baggage, Hua Gong's already dim eyes shone brightly again.

"Here, this bag of clothes is for a man named Luo Yonggui. He is building the railway in the south."

Chen Jianqiu nodded.

Hua Gong used his last strength and took a breath. He originally wanted to grab Chen Jianqiu's hand, but he couldn't lift it. His fingers hooked Chen Jianqiu's trouser leg.

"Brother, it's so hard."

The breath was finally spat out, and Hua Gong's body instantly lost its vitality.

Chen Jianqiu stood up and turned to his black carrot. No one could see the expression on his face.

But half a minute later, his body turned around and his face was calm: "Find a place to bury it."

Sean and Feiniao dug a pit under a nearby tree and buried the Chinese worker.

Chen Jianqiu took off his cowboy hat and said goodbye to this fellow tribesman buried under the loess of a foreign land;

Hanif muttered words and prayed for the deceased in a Christian way; Camila made a grass circle and placed it on his grave.

"These scumbags only target unarmed civilians." The blond young man clenched his fists.

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak. He put on his hat again:

"Let's go, let's go find Blake first."

At this time, in the office of the Santa Fe Railway Company, a thin-faced middle-aged white man was sitting in front of Blake.

This white man was wearing yellow khaki clothes and looked arrogant. He seemed not to take the railroad tycoon in front of him seriously at all.

There is a shield embroidered on the cuffs of his clothes.

"Did Scott send you here?" Blake couldn't help but said, "Bourne?"

The middle-aged man named Bourne did not answer this question, but talked about other aspects: "I think the railroad company should hire more white workers. They come from Chicago, Baltimore, and Boston, but they have no jobs."

"That's not something I should consider." Blake was a little annoyed. He is a very pure businessman. "Why don't you arrange for those scum of yours to go to California."

"If they heard what you said, I believe they would be very sorry." Byrne curled his lips, "They have always regarded Albuquerque as their home."

"What else can these scumbags do besides steal railroad tracks?" Blake said angrily, "Even if I don't use those Chinese, I won't use those scumbags of yours."

"Mr. Scott will be very disappointed, and those who are not regarded as your compatriots will also be very disappointed." Byrne continued, "They will cause social instability. Don't forget, the state government has given you great benefits."

Supportive."

"I'll say it again, that's not something I'm considering!" Blake already seemed a little bored. "The matter of votes is a matter for politicians and has nothing to do with me."

"Really?" Bourne leaned forward and stared at Blake.

The two knights armed with guns behind him also looked at each other.

But Blake, as a railroad tycoon who has been in the West for many years, obviously does not accept this:

He clenched his hands into fists and pounded the table.

"Bourne, don't think that I don't know your background. I don't know you because of the "Albuquerque Knights" cover? You are just a hybrid product of the "Ku Klux Klan" party and the "Public Democratic Party", you're civilians"

The party can just mess around in San Francisco, but don't bring trouble to me."

"Please watch your words, Mr. Blake." Bourne said coldly, "This is not Kansas."

Blake snorted and sat back in his big chair.

He looked out the window. Below his office, there were about twenty armed security personnel patrolling back and forth near the train station.

"No one can threaten me."

"Then you can take care of yourself." Bourne stood up and walked out of the office with the two team members who followed him.

"Boss, what about tomorrow?"

After leaving the compound of Murphy Railway Company, a member of the regiment behind Bourne asked him.

"Just do whatever you have to do. After killing those yellow-skinned cheap workers, I'll see if the Santa Fe Company has any choice."

"But what if they send security?"

"Kill as usual, the more chaotic things will be, the better."

"But in this case, wouldn't we be enemies of the Santa Fe Railway Company and the consortium behind him?" the group member said hesitantly.

"That's what Grange's idiots are for."

Bourne smiled sinisterly and said nothing.

Blake was sitting in his office upset, far less calm than he had been with Bourne just now.

Although he was entrusted by Rockefeller to build this railway, it was a complete waste of time.

Although he was very tough just now, there is no way Scott can be bypassed in building a new railway in New Mexico, whether it is policy or financing.

Although what Bourne said just now was mostly fake, it more or less represented Scott's attitude.

This railway is not easy to repair.

However, at this time, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

"Come in!"

The subordinate’s head poked through the crack in the door:

"Boss, there is a Chinese named Chen Jianqiu who wants to see you."

Blake was in an irritable state: "Chinese? Chen Jianqiu? I don't know him, he's gone!"

But the door was opened, and Chen Jianqiu, wearing denim clothes, walked in, followed by Sean and others.

"Who asked you to come in?" Blake looked at Chen Jianqiu angrily and yelled: "Get out!"

Chen Jianqiu ignored him and sat directly on the sofa in the office. He took off his leather gloves and threw them on the table.

"I am a friend of Mr. Astor. In addition, on behalf of Scott, I want to talk to you about something." He took out the letter from Butler Astor from his arms and handed it to Blake.

Blake unfolded the letter, glanced at the Astor family crest in the lower right corner, and his expression softened a lot.

He was just about to chat when Chen Jianqiu suddenly said bluntly: "I want to acquire part of the equity of the Albuquerque to Roswell railway, and I hope you can postpone its construction time."

Blake, who had just calmed down, suddenly exploded like a ignited powder keg.

He waved the letter and cursed loudly: "Who do you think you are? Hillbilly! Even Astor and Scott themselves would not dare to talk to me like this!"

The railroad tycoon was having a bad day.

Less than an hour later, two different people spoke to him in a similar manner.

Are all young people today so arrogant?

"Mr. Blake, this is not a negotiation, but a notification, on behalf of Mr. Scott." Chen Jianqiu had no intention of staying any longer and turned around to leave.

"Fuck you Scott!" Blake finally couldn't help it and yelled.

Chen Jianqiu listened to his scolding and walked out of the office.

They passed through the group of heavily armed bodyguards, and in the office on the second floor behind them, Blake's curses were loud.

"Boss, are we leaving like this?" Sean asked with some confusion.

"The original plan was to have a good talk with him, but judging from the current situation, we probably won't have to." Chen Jianqiu got on his horse and said, "Find a place to rest. Tomorrow is more important."

First update, second update later

(End of chapter)