America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 361 Scott’s request

After arranging things in New York, Chen Jianqiu boarded the train back to Roswell.

He originally planned to go back to Roswell directly, but unexpectedly he was stopped by an enthusiastic city councilman when he was heading to Santa Fe.

The city councilman is Scott's follower.

So, when Chen Jianqiu saw his fat face full of smiles on the platform.

He knew that Scott must be looking for him again with something.

"What does Scott want from me?" Chen Jianqiu asked on the carriage.

"I don't know about that. Councilman Scott only said he was looking for you and didn't tell me anything else." The councilman still had a greasy smile on his face.

He looks harmless to humans and animals.

At this time, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the carriage.

Chen Jianqiu opened the curtain on the carriage window and looked out.

A group of people dressed in business clothes held a sign with a man's name on it: Raymond Russ

"Raymond Russ! The savior of New Mexico! Tony Davis is a moron!"

Chen Jianqiu has an impression of Tony Davis.

If I remember correctly, I saw him last time in Albuquerque, and he later became the mayor of Albuquerque.

As for the other name, he was really not familiar with it.

"Who is Raymond Russ?" Chen Jianqiu asked the fat congressman opposite.

"The Democratic Party's most likely candidate for the gubernatorial election this time," the congressman said, "is actually a fool."

After he said this, the congressman suddenly realized that the word "also" seemed inappropriate, and quickly shut up.

Chen Jianqiu patted his head.

He remembered that New Mexico was going to start a new gubernatorial election recently.

Is it possible that the Republican candidate recommended by Scott is the Albuquerque mayor who even the legislators think is a fool?

Although New Mexico was a territory at this time, it had not yet been formally incorporated into the Union.

But the battle between Republicans and Democrats here is no less intense than in those eastern states.

"Are you planning to nominate Davis?" Chen Jianqiu looked at the congressman.

"Uh, this." The congressman hesitated for a long time, but didn't say anything.

Looking at this congressman who pretended to be stupid every day, Chen Jianqiu stopped asking questions.

The two quickly arrived in front of Scott's office.

Chen Jianqiu is very familiar with this mansion.

Since there has been more business in Roswell, he often goes here.

The euphemistic name of reporting to Mr. Scott actually gave him a bunch of privileges.

Scott was standing in front of his desk smoking a cigarette.

In Chen Jianqiu's impression, the old man's face rarely seemed so ugly.

"What's the matter? Old man?" Chen Jianqiu sat down on the chair, leaned on the back of the chair, and asked lazily, "How about I get you something golden for fun?"

"Are you happy in New York?" Scott glanced at Chen Jianqiu and asked angrily.

"Hey, you won't be angry about this, right?" Chen Jianqiu sat up with a nonchalant look on his face, "I have no intention of changing my career. I went to New York simply to expand some business."

"You'd better focus on business in the state first." Scott picked up an envelope on the table and threw it towards Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu pinched it gently with his two fingers, and the envelope fell into his hands.

He opened the envelope and found several newspaper clippings and a black-and-white photo inside.

The contents of the newspaper clippings all expose how Scott and the Republican Party are doing evil in New Mexico.

Chen Jianqiu looked at it and found that a small part was true and most of it was false.

In terms of scale, he thought it was average, because the things Scott had done were far worse than these.

The author of these newspaper clippings is the same person, his name is Marcel Landry.

"Editor-in-Chief of the Santa Fe Star." Scott slammed the table, "How do you do the Border Detective Agency? I cut this clipping from the newspaper myself!"

"Could it be a newspaper controlled by the Democratic Party?" Chen Jianqiu flipped through it.

"So what?" Scott said angrily, "These people have been working with the Gophers since the Civil War, and they still want to rebel?"

Chen Jianqiu took out the black and white photo and looked at it.

"Kill him?" He gestured to Scott and wiped his neck.

Scott almost didn't get burned by the cigarette in his hand.

"Can't you just kill this one or that one? Do I look like a murderer? Now that the election is approaching, don't cause me any trouble, okay?"

"You know, my hands and feet have always been very clean." Chen Jianqiu looked at Scott,

Scott actually thought about it for a while.

"Forget it, you should talk to him first, that is, to convince him, understand?"

The old man is still kind-hearted and has no intention of killing him.

"Understood." Chen Jianqiu stood up and prepared to leave.

He knew that what Scott meant by "talking" was certainly not that simple.

At this point, there is no party-level communication anymore, it is nothing more than threats and mutual insults.

Otherwise, just let the fat-headed city councilman sitting across from you go.

Why do you need to put yourself out there?

After Chen Jianqiu walked out of the office, Scott and the city councilor were the only two people left in the room.

The fat congressman changed the smile on his face and his face darkened:

"Mr. Congressman, do you really think Chen is a controllable person now? Will he continue to be loyal to us?"

Scott sat back in his big chair and didn't reply for the time being.

The fat congressman stood up.

He walked to the window and looked through the window at Chen Jianqiu's figure leaving downstairs.

"He acted like a carefree person in front of us, but I heard from people on the board of directors of the Santa Fe Railroad Company that he was not like that at all in the company!"

"He is very powerful now and is involved in more and more businesses. I heard that DuPont has suffered losses at his hands!"

"The scariest thing is that no one can penetrate Roswell right now. We don't even know what's going on inside!"

The fat man walked up to Scott and lowered his voice.

He asked a very important question.

"Mr. Congressman, you haven't noticed that there are more and more yellow-skinned Chinese in Santa Fe and Albuquerque recently, right?"

Scott sank into his chair, his face dark and unclear.

If it hadn't been for the reminder from the fat congressman, he really wouldn't have noticed this.

Chen Jianqiu is indeed better than the previous "chamber pots".

But it seems that I indulged him too much.

Every time Abiot comes to report to him, everything is the same, without any ripples.

Could it be that he has been bribed by Chen Jianqiu?

This Chinese businessman has been frightened in front of him, but he has not forgotten that this guy was once a ruthless character who committed various major crimes in the western states.

However, when I sent someone to Colorado to handle the matter not long ago, I found that almost all of Chen Jianqiu's crimes had been erased.

Scott's face became more and more ugly, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

He suddenly discovered that this person seemed to be much more difficult to deal with than McCall, the leader of the Crocodile Gang, and others.

This time, have you brought trouble to yourself by raising a tiger?

Seeing Scott's silence, the fat city councilor came up again.

"I do have an idea."

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(End of chapter)