America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 266: Don’t let me pay it back? Then I won’t pay it back!

Chen Jianqiu stopped in his tracks.

"How much do you owe?"

"A total of fifteen thousand US dollars including interest." Maxim said dejectedly.

"It shouldn't be. Even if you lose everything in business, don't you have so many patents? If you just take it out and sell it, it will be more than that." Chen Jianqiu touched his chin.

"Edison copied my invention. I applied for it before him, but it was approved later than him." Maxim grabbed his hair and said extremely depressed, "This makes my patents worthless.

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“I have mortgaged all my funds, and I borrowed loan sharks as a last resort,” he said.

"It's no wonder." Chen Jianqiu looked at Maxim.

A penny is too much for a hero, let alone fifteen thousand dollars.

"Whose money did you borrow?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Levi Strauss, a Jew." Maxim covered his face, feeling a little sad and angry, "A trousers seller."

He dipped his finger in wine and wrote the Jew's name on the trestle.

Chen Jianqiu touched his nose.

He didn't know this person, but he was familiar with the spelling of the letters.

Levi S

Levi's.

He is really a pants seller.

"How could he, a trousers seller, choose loan sharking?" Chen Jianqiu asked doubtfully, "Who gave him the courage?"

Usury is not protected by law. It is the same in every state. At most, the definition of usury is different.

Anyone who dares to make loan sharks in the West is a ruthless person.

He is a jeans seller, where does he get the courage?

"Are there any Jews in San Francisco who don't lend money to usury?" Maxim whispered, "There is an Irish gang who collects money for them."

"Yeah~ That makes sense." Chen Jianqiu reached out to Maxim and pulled him up from the ground, "I will pay this debt for you."

Maxim looked at him in disbelief: "You?"

"for me."

Chen Jianqiu handed him his business card.

Maxim read the contents on the business card by the light of the gas lamp.

As he watched, he looked up and down at the young man in front of him.

Then, he handed the business card back to Chen Jianqiu and asked suspiciously: "Are you sure? That's fifteen thousand US dollars."

Chen Jianqiu nodded firmly.

He turned around and took out a large bond from the Pacific Railway Company from his saddle bag and handed it to Maxim.

Although he was mentally prepared, the latter was still shocked by the amount on the bond.

This bond is enough to repay his debt.

"Why do you want to pay it back for me?" Maxim looked at Chen Jianqiu with dull eyes, "You want my patent?"

"No, I have taken a fancy to your talent!" Chen Jianqiu looked at the middle-aged man in front of him firmly and said to him with certainty,

"I believe you must be the best inventor."

He himself felt numb for what he said.

He didn't know whether he was talented or not. He only knew that there was a heavy machine gun called "Maxin".

Of course, if he could compete with Edison to the death, his talent would definitely not be much different.

Maxim was about to burst into tears. He was just about to take off his hat and salute the "great benevolent man" in front of him.

However, his eyes froze.

Because there was a group of people riding horses, galloping in their direction along the seaside road.

"Boss, there he is!" A person pointed at Chen Jianqiu and Maxim on the trestle and said to the leader.

The poor middle-aged man subconsciously turned around and wanted to run away, but was stopped by Chen Jianqiu.

The group of people on horseback quickly arrived in front of the two of them.

A group of people got off their horses, ran onto the trestle with a "dong dong dong" sound, and surrounded them from two directions.

They blocked Maxim and Chen Jianqiu in the middle of the trestle.

These people were wearing overalls, holding cheap cigarettes, and looked like they were carefree.

"Sir, why did you come here? Are you looking for those Italians to protect you?" The Irishman in the lead walked up. He was wearing a high hat and overalls, looking a little funny.

Maxim remained silent. He couldn't say that he came to commit suicide.

"It's time to pay your debt." The Irishman didn't know whether he had a cold or some other reason. His voice was like a broken bellows, breaking from time to time.

Chen Jianqiu stared at his funny high hat and almost couldn't help laughing.

He coughed and suppressed his laughter.

This caused dissatisfaction among the top hats.

Chen Jianqiu was originally standing inside. The light was dim and the tall hat could not see Chen Jianqiu's face clearly.

"Who are you?" asked the tall hat.

Chen Jianqiu took a step forward and stood in front of Maxim.

Only then did the tall hat see clearly that it was a Chinese with yellow skin, and the expression on his face turned to disdain and hatred: "It turns out to be a Chinaman (author's note: a scornful term for Chinese in the late 19th century). What business do you have here?"

Chen Jianqiu's face didn't have much expression.

He didn't want to cause too much trouble. After all, the purpose of last night's incident had been achieved.

"I am willing to repay Mr. Maxim's debts for him," he said.

"Repay? Hahaha! Did you hear that? This Chinese guy said he would repay it for him!" Top Hat laughed, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world.

He turned his head and looked at Chen Jianqiu fiercely: "Do you know how much he owes?"

"I know." Chen Jianqiu put the bond in front of Gao Hao.

The tall hat stretched out his hand to grab it, but missed it.

He could only squint his eyes and look at the bond through the light.

Chen Jianqiu thought that this guy would take them to meet their creditors, but who knew that the tall hat spit in the direction:

"What the hell is this?"

Chen Jianqiu overestimated the high hat.

He could neither read nor understand bonds.

"Brothers, give this troublesome Chinese guy a good beating!" Gao Hao could no longer hold back his temper.

He had long been unhappy with Chen Jianqiu, so he decided to give it to the middle-aged man next to him so that he wouldn't cough up the money later.

So he was the first to rush forward.

Chen Jianqiu leaned slightly and kicked the tall hat in the crotch.

High Hat felt a soul-rending pain that almost made him faint.

The tall hat fell forward.

But Chen Jianqiu didn't let him fall down like that. He grabbed the Irishman's clothes and pushed him aside.

The Irishman and his hat fell over the fence and fell into the sea with a "plop".

Since the money is not allowed to be repaid, then the money will not be repaid.

At this moment, a wave came over, and the dizzy Irishman was swept away without even calling for help.

Five or six Irish people nearby were stunned when they saw their boss being thrown into the sea.

But they reacted quickly.

Two men with guns pulled out their guns, while the other three men rushed over together.

Chen Jianqiu struck out with lightning speed, and one of the three of them kicked him on the cheeks.

The two people were knocked unconscious and fell into the sea, and there was a high probability that they would not survive.

When the other one fell, Chen Jianqiu kicked him towards his shooting companion.

A shot from his companion hit him directly in the heart, killing him on the spot.

The body hit his companion, knocking him to the ground.

Now that the shots have been fired, there is no need to hide them. Anyway, there was enough trouble last night, so today’s shots will be enough.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out his revolver and shot each of the remaining two people.

The Irish who came to collect debts were all wiped out.

Chen Jianqiu kicked all three corpses on the shore into the sea.

The gunshots coming from the trestle did not have much impact on the restaurants and pubs on the pier.

At most, a few Italians glanced this way.

They are so accustomed to this kind of thing that if there is no gunshots one night, they may not sleep well.

Maxim squatted aside.

What is different from ordinary people is.

He was not panicked or nervous, but it was as if something of blood had been activated, and he just looked at the scene calmly.

"Mr. Maxim, it didn't make you feel uncomfortable, did it?" Chen Jianqiu was a little curious about the inventor's current state.

"I don't know. Although this is my first time seeing a murderer, these people look like cloth bags." Maxim took a deep breath.

He is indeed the man who invented the Maxim heavy machine gun.

"Then come with me, sir." Chen Jianqiu said to the inventor, "otherwise, the police will come and it won't be clear."

"I will shock the whole world with your talent. By then, we will have countless money." Chen Jianqiu extended his hand to Maxim.

The inventor thought for a moment and then held Chen Jianqiu's hand.

The police in San Francisco will soon find out that the last thing these people did before they died was to collect debts from themselves.

What made him make up his mind was Chen Jianqiu's last words:

"I will let you get back what you lost with your own hands!"

Second update

(End of chapter)