America 1881: They Call Me Legend

"I refuse." Chen Jianqiu answered simply.

If it was just the money from selling the horse, Chen Jianqiu really couldn't afford to risk casualties and get involved in a dispute with the small town police station, not to mention that the German boss was clearly using him as a gun.

This price is far from enough.

"You have strong soldiers and horses, why do you need me to take action?" Chen Jianqiu said.

Clark was a little surprised by Chen Jianqiu's decisive refusal, but his expression quickly returned to its original state.

He stood up, turned around, held one hand on the railing of the wooden platform, and pointed with the other hand at the trading crowd below:

"Do you know why I built such an underground market? Or, in other words, do you know why I set a condition for this market that only people with a bounty can enter?"

"It's because I don't want to see these guys lose their dreams. I don't want them to give up this promising career because they can't sell what they have."

If Chen Jianqiu were drinking water at this time, he would definitely choke to death.

If you take the opportunity to find a group of desperadoes to help you do the work, just say it, why are you so disgusting? Don't you feel embarrassed?

"Only those of us understand each other and have a common language. This is not only a place for transactions, but also a platform for communication."

"I also want it to be bigger, better and safer."

Clark seemed to be immersed in his own world, and his voice was trembling with excitement, which made Chen Jianqiu a little suspicious that what he had in his mouth just now was not chewing tobacco, but something else.

"We have been operating here for almost two years. I am a businessman now. I neither kill nor rob. We got along very well with the old Sheriff there before Pitkin County was established, but..."

He pointed to the photo on the table.

"This man seems to have been born from the ground this year. He has been threatening to bring me to justice. He keeps sending people to harass my business."

"I'm not afraid of him, but he is as annoying as maggots. You also know that I am not a person who likes to fight and kill. Can you let him disappear in front of me?"

"Mr. Luckfield, I have no interest in the grudge between you and him. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Chen Jianqiu didn't even say a word. He stood up and prepared to leave.

The expression on Clark's face was uncertain, and his subordinates began to exchange glances. They rarely saw their boss frustrated, and it was in person and in public in the hall.

"Well, you keep those horses, but I can only give you a quarter of the market price," Clark seemed to remember something.

"No, sir, for this price, I might as well just release them." Chen Jianqiu continued walking toward the door without stopping.

"Then you want to make a price?"

"Original price, no discount." Chen Jianqiu continued his usual style of negotiating prices.

Clark sighed and seemed to have made a lot of determination: "Let the original price be the original price. Just treat it as making friends with someone like you."

His face changed into a smile and he waved to his men: "Go collect the horses and give the money to this gentleman.

After handing over the horses, Chen Jianqiu and his party mounted their own horses and left the farm.

In the barn, Clark sat back in the leather chair again. His expression was completely different from before, as unfathomable as lake water.

"Boss, are you just going to let them go?" His men came closer and asked.

The old German took another handful from the chewing tobacco box on the table and put it into his mouth. He chewed it a few times, called his subordinate over and gave him some instructions in his ear.

The subordinates nodded repeatedly when they heard this.

After Clark finished giving his instructions, his men straightened up, called out to the cowboys around him, and were about to go out, but were stopped by their boss again.

"Also, send someone to Denver to send these horses back to Fultz and tell him that Chen Jianqiu is here. If he wants to ask where these horses came from, just say that a businessman bought them from the market."

After the arrangements were made, a smile appeared on Clark's face again, but the smile was extremely cold.

Not many Germans like to laugh, and when they do, nothing good happens.

…

"Boss, isn't that German boss a bit too easy to talk to?" Feiniao was riding on the horse, and the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong.

Chen Jianqiu just said "hmm".

This German kept saying that he was a businessman, but everything he did was weird.

There should be something hidden in his words that he didn't tell them.

He had never seen a businessman who was willing to suffer losses, but he was definitely not like Clark.

He didn't really want to step into this muddy water, but the trees were still and the wind was still blowing. If this person really had some ulterior plan, he could only take one step at a time.

"Let's go back to find Holmes and get out of here as quickly as possible."

…

Fairs in small towns in the western United States often last for many days, and the vendors who participate in the fairs either live nearby or simply sleep in tents or large caravans.

Especially those who perform tricks or perform circuses. After the market is over, these people often pack their bags and head to the next town where the market is held.

However, it will be a bumpy ride for a long time. These people all have their own special skills, and they bring some liquidity to this western land.

Holmes loved visiting these stalls in the market. In his words, he, like the people traveling through the West, were measuring the unknown land with their feet. He loved everything he saw.

This would get him out of that damn treasure map for a while.

No, early in the morning, Holmes stopped in front of the stall of a man who claimed to be a painter. He was selling his landscape paintings to Holmes.

"Sir, these are all copied from every piece of land I have set foot on in the West. You see, this is the Grand Canyon of the Colorado. When I drew this painting, there had just been a heavy rain in the canyon. You see, the rainbow is extremely beautiful.

." The painter pointed to an oil painting on the shelf next to him and introduced it.

His words also attracted a bunch of people passing by.

Holmes took a closer look and shook his head: "No, sir, your painting is wrong. The Colorado Canyon is sedimentary rock, and there is something wrong with the lines you drew; and I should have been to the place you drew, it is not like this.

.”

After hearing this, the people watching the excitement gradually dispersed. Holmes put his hands behind his back and prepared to leave.

The artist's neck instantly turned red, and he grabbed Holmes: "Sir, you can't slander my paintings. You have to speak clearly."

Holmes turned around and was about to argue with him when a voice sounded from the side: "Let me buy this painting for this gentleman."

The geologist turned his head and saw two people standing by the stall. He seemed to have seen these two people before, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them.

"Do you think my hat is enough for this painting?" One of the men took off the hat on his head and handed it to the painter.

The hat is a little dirty, but it is made of leather and is very exquisitely made. There is a circle of beautiful metal stars on the top of the brim.

Without saying a word, the painter took the hat, rolled up the painting, and handed it to him.

"Come on, Mr. Holmes, let's go to the other side of town to have a cup of coffee." The man came to the geologist's rescue and said to him.

Holmes followed the two men out of the market, but when they reached a deserted place, one of the men suddenly turned around and put a sack over his head.

Holmes felt his vision go dark, and then his whole body was tied up.