America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Marcel Landry plans to go home and sleep after writing this article.

"Scott made money crazily during his tenure as a congressman, engaged in illegal activities, and used lawyers to excuse him."

Under the dim light, the editor-in-chief squinted his eyes and proofread the manuscript.

The "Santa Fe Star" is not without other reporters, but those little guys dare not point fingers at Scott and his Santa Fe Group.

Therefore, it is better to write this kind of article yourself.

As for the sources of information for such articles, most of them were hearsay.

If you have the ability, refute the rumors. If you refute the rumors, it will be true!

According to his experience, when politicians face this kind of thing, they usually use the media they control to quarrel with each other and star newspapers.

Scott has not sued him yet, which means that it is unlikely that he will be sued again in the future.

But in this way, his goal was achieved.

Landry picked up the manuscript paper on the table.

He is very satisfied with the quality of his manuscript today.

The editor-in-chief adjusted the position of the kerosene lamp to continue reviewing another part of the manuscript.

The wind beat against the windows, filtered in through the cracks in the latter, and lifted the curtains.

The wind picked up and the windows were not closed.

Compared with northern cities in the United States, Santa Fe's winter temperatures are more bearable, but the temperature difference between day and night is still very large.

Landry stood up, walked to the window, closed the window, and closed the curtains.

But when he turned around, half of his soul was immediately frightened.

A dark figure was standing silently beside the table.

Landry's movements were all stiff. He leaned against the window and did not dare to move.

Because he saw a golden revolver appearing under the kerosene lamp.

The black shadow moved.

He slowly moved to the editor-in-chief's position and sat down. His entire silhouette was reflected in the light of the kerosene lamp.

He's a guy dressed in cowboy clothes.

He put one hand on his revolver, and with the other hand picked up the manuscript on the table and read it with interest.

"You, who are you? Why did you break into my office with a gun at night?"

Landry asked nervously as he couldn't see the cowboy's face clearly.

"Oh, your door is not closed." Chen Jianqiu did not raise his head, but continued to flip through the manuscript, "Mr. Scott asked me to come and talk to you."

"Talk? What to talk about? Is anyone bringing a gun to talk?"

The editor-in-chief didn't take his eyes off the revolver for a second.

Chen Jianqiu remained silent.

The manuscript had already turned to the second page, but he was still reading it without making any other unnecessary movements.

"I'm telling you, I still have a lot of dirt on Scott and the Republican Party! Don't try to achieve your goals by threatening or bribing me!"

Landry scolded righteously.

"Go back and tell Scott not to try to apply his previous tactics to me!"

"Then I can't keep you even more?"

Chen Jianqiu picked up the revolver.

The editor-in-chief's legs went weak and he held on to the window sill with both hands.

But Chen Jianqiu was just playing with the gun.

Under the light of the kerosene lamp, the gun's body gleamed.

"You, don't mess around! I'm warning you, if something happens to me, Scott and your actions will appear in the newspapers tomorrow! The whole of Santa Fe and even New Mexico will know that you are murderers!"

The editor-in-chief made a final struggle: "Voters will not vote for a murderer!"

Chen Jianqiu seemed to understand something and nodded:

"You reminded me that I should set a fire and burn this place down when I leave! In this way, the newspaper office will not be able to print newspapers tomorrow."

The editor-in-chief finally couldn't stand anymore. He collapsed on the ground and looked at Chen Jianqiu sitting there in horror.

It seems that this person is not joking, he wants to be serious!

"Don't kill me!" Landry's voice was so weak that he couldn't even hear it.

But Chen Jianqiu heard it.

He laughed out loud.

I thought this guy was a tough guy, but he turned out to be a complete mess and a coward.

All the things I had considered before were redundant.

"Kill you? No, Scott just asked me to talk to you!"

He stood up, walked to Landry's side, and pulled him up from the ground.

He dragged the editor-in-chief, who was covered in chaff, to the chair, and then pressed him into the chair.

"Talk, talk about something?" Landry asked stammering.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the manuscript papers, crumpled them into balls, and threw them into the trash can.

"None of what you wrote is true." He curled his lips and said, "It's all fake."

"Well, strictly speaking, some artistic processing has been done, and some of it may not be accurate."

Landry considered his words.

"You don't even have the most basic evidence, and there are errors in the data. There is no source or basis." Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

"Ah, actually, this"

The editor-in-chief is reluctant to admit that he edited everything. After all, the editor-in-chief's face still needs to be preserved.

This is him and his last stubbornness.

Chen Jianqiu leaned on the edge of the table:

"For example, Scott did not threaten the lawyer."

"Ah, oh, maybe."

"Scott is looking for someone to kill him."

"Um, oh?!!!"

Landry reacted, widened his eyes, and looked at Chen Jianqiu.

It turns out that Scott really knows how to pay to kill people!

He felt a chill on his back.

"The number of money he made is far more than this number, but this much." Chen Jianqiu gestured with a number with his hand.

The editor-in-chief's expression became even more exaggerated.

This number was so amazing that he couldn't even make it up.

New Mexico is a poor place, and he never expected that the congressman's ability to make money is so terrifying.

But why did the person in front of me tell him this?

Could it be?

He really had no intention of letting himself live!

"Don't kill me, really don't kill me, I beg you!" Landry swung his hands in front of him, panicking, and kept begging.

"If I don't kill you, Scott will find someone to kill you. That's how that lawyer died." Chen Jianqiu touched his revolver and said,

"I checked and found that your newspaper does have a Democratic background, but you are not highly regarded by them, right?"

"Your death will only become a weapon for them to attack Scott. But you only have one life, right?"

Chen Jianqiu spoke slowly, but every word attacked the editor's fragile psychological defense.

"Help me! Help me!"

The editor-in-chief's hands kept trembling and he couldn't stop.

When he decided to attack Scott, he had already thought that the politician would threaten him, fight back, or even sue him.

But he never expected that this old man would really dare to kill someone!

"Want to live?" Chen Jianqiu walked to Landry's side and asked.

The editor nodded with despair in his eyes.

Chen Jianqiu pointed to the trash can.

"Isn't it okay if I don't send it?"

"no!"

With a plop, the editor completely collapsed to the ground, hopeless.

It won’t work if you send it, or if you don’t send it, you’ll have to die on your own!

"From now on, don't post those meaningless things. I will tell you when and what to post." Chen Jianqiu said, "Only I can save you."

He patted the editor-in-chief on the head:

"If you don't post when I ask you to, believe me, that lawyer buried in the pit needs a companion."

Marcel Landry's soul was completely frightened and he just nodded mechanically.

When he calmed down and raised his head again.

Except for him, there was no one in the office.

It seemed that no one had been here, but the pieces of waste paper in the trash can kept reminding him that this was not a dream.

From the next day, nothing about Scott and the Santa Fe Group appeared in the Santa Fe Star.

The Democrats were a little strange at first.

They sent a congressman who knew Marcel Landry to inquire.

But when this matter was mentioned, the editor-in-chief acted as if he had seen a ghost and said nothing.

The veteran MP asked the editor if he had been threatened.

"No, there is no threat. It's just because the material is temporarily empty. When I find new things, I will consider continuing." Marcel Landry added.

Chen Jianqiu went back to tell Scott his life.

Scott didn't ask anything in detail, nor did he say anything unnecessary. He just replied "I understand."

Although the old man had been like this before, Chen Jianqiu was still keenly aware of a sense of distance.

On the way downstairs, he passed by the fat congressman.

The congressman's smile was still as greasy as ever, but he no longer took two steps back as usual and stopped to chat with Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu walked downstairs.

It seems that these guys have the same idea as me.