America 1881: Legend of the West

Chen Jianqiu didn't recognize the address on the letter.

In fact, he had only been here once and couldn't remember the strange-looking road names, some of which were even in Spanish.

Logically speaking, among their group, Camila is the most familiar with Santa Fe and the only one who can speak Spanish.

But bringing a beautiful woman was too conspicuous, so he thought for a long time and decided to come alone.

He walked along, talking and gesticulating to ask for directions.

However, the further he walked, the more familiar it seemed.

And he soon discovered the reason why he was so familiar.

The address recorded in the letter is a two-story adobe building opposite the Chamber of Commerce where the Astor family's temporary office was previously located.

Chen Jianqiu was a little dumbfounded. He should have thought of this a long time ago.

The city of Santa Fe itself is not big, and the areas are clearly divided. The rich live together with the rich, and the poor live next to the poor. The white people usually live in the white areas, and the Mexican areas are full of Mexicans and Indians...

Forget it, Chen Jianqiu hasn't seen the Indian settlement in Santa Fe City yet. They should have all been driven outside the city.

The door of the small building is inconspicuous, but the sailor's badge next to the door is exactly the same as the letter.

Chen Jianqiu opened the door and walked in.

The first thing you see when you enter is a bar counter half as tall as a person.

A young man with freckles was holding his chin and looking outside in a daze.

It seems that this company's business is indeed not very good.

"Hello, I'm looking for, um, Manager Prince. Is he here?" Chen Jianqiu walked to the stage and asked.

"Ah? I'm sorry, what did you just say?" The young man's soul seemed to have just been pulled back from thousands of miles away. He straightened up and looked at Chen Jianqiu.

"Manager Prince, thank you, I'm from Roswell." Chen Jianqiu said.

Upon hearing that it was Roswell, the freckled young man immediately stopped feeling sleepy. He stood up and made a gesture to Chen Jianqiu to follow him.

The young man took Chen Jianqiu to the door of a room on the second floor and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." A flat voice came from inside the door.

Chen Jianqiu pushed the door open and walked in.

Sitting in front of a large office desk near the window was a thin, elegant middle-aged man with glasses. He was reviewing some documents on the desk.

Hearing the movement at the door, he didn't even raise his head, but glanced at Chen Jianqiu through the gap above his glasses.

"What's the matter, Your Excellency?"

"I'm from Roswell." Chen Jianqiu said the same thing as downstairs, "Vaughn asked me to find you."

"Oh? They usually don't send people directly." Manager Prince lowered his head and said. His pen did not stop and continued to wander over the papers on the table.

"Roswell was destroyed by a tornado." Chen Jianqiu's words were like a stone thrown into the lake, "Vaughn is dead."

The pen in the manager's hand stopped.

He raised his head, took off his glasses, squinted his eyes, and looked up and down at the Chinese man standing in front of him.

"Smith and Jackson are still in Roswell. They are safe now. My people are temporarily maintaining order there." Chen Jianqiu's voice was unhurried, neither high nor low. "The situation is quite troublesome. I need to find you." Talk to the boss."

Everything he said was true.

Because every lie requires more lies to round it off.

However, each of his words is independent, and the connection between them can only be imagined by the listener.

Manager Prince is an old man. He looked at Chen Jianqiu's expression and pondered the meaning of his words.

"Is there anything you can't talk to me about directly? Captain Joseph is not here today either. He went to Texas earlier this week and may not be back until next week."

Prince made a plan. The Chinese man in front of him would either choose to talk to him or drag him up first.

"No, sir, I'm not looking for you, nor are I looking for Captain Joseph. I'm looking for someone who can make the decision." Chen Jianqiu shook his finger at him.

Just as Prince was about to continue pretending to be stupid, he saw Chen Jianqiu opening the box in his hand and taking out a few things for him.

It's Vaughan's seal and all the authorization documents.

The manager's expression changed.

Something really happened in Roswell.

"Believe me, the matter is very urgent and important. If you want to discuss it with the local police in Santa Fe or directly with Scott, you can, but I suggest you ask your boss for instructions first." Chen Jianqiu was opposite Prince. Sat down.

If his move is lost, it depends on the opponent's reaction.

Prince certainly wouldn't go directly to Scott.

His boss behind the scenes, Qian Dingzhuwan, had told him not to let Scott know about anything before asking them for permission.

Because this guy is not a good bird either.

The manager looked solemn. He thought for a while and stood up: "Sir, what is your name?"

"Just call me Chen Long."

"Excuse me, I have to make a report. Please wait." The manager saluted Chen Jianqiu and walked out of the room.

Chen Jianqiu sat quietly in the room and waited. He guessed that the manager might have gone to send a telegram.

However, not long after, footsteps were heard again outside the room door.

The door was opened.

"Sir, it's a coincidence that the person you are looking for happens to be here today."

After Prince led a person in, he backed out, "You guys chat, I'm downstairs, please tell me if you need anything."

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and was stunned when he saw the person brought in by Prince.

When that person saw Chen Jianqiu, he was also stunned.

However, it was Chen Jianqiu who reacted first. A smile appeared on his face, making the other person shudder:

"Aster, I haven't seen you for a month or two, you've turned a lot whiter."

He had previously guessed that the Astor family might be one of the potential owners of this land, but judging from what little Astor did, it seemed that he was unaware of it.

Unless, he had been acting stupid before.

Astor looked a little embarrassed and said hurriedly: "Brother, don't get me wrong. I just found out about this two weeks ago."

"I had already planned to go back, but our old man sent me a telegram and asked me to stay here. He said that since I'm already here, I might as well finish the mess here before going back."

Astor looked at Chen Jianqiu's smiling face and was a little panicked: "It's true, my father doesn't even know about this land!"

"Sit down and talk." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the sofa in the room, as if he was the owner of this office.

"There has been no news from Roswell for a long time." Seeing Chen Jianqiu speak, Astor breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the sofa, "I was just about to send someone over, but you came, how are you? What's the matter? Can I help you?"

"I want to buy that piece of land from you." Chen Jianqiu crossed his fingers and placed them on his chest, staring directly at Astor.

"Well, I heard that birds don't poop in that poor place. What do you want with that piece of land? Are you also interested in the oil there?" Astor looked confused. According to the news he got, drilling in that poor place It took five years to find half a drop of oil.

Moreover, his views are different from those of the Freemasons.

"Moreover, even if oil is discovered there, you won't be able to make much money. Transportation itself is a problem. Pipelines need to be laid. In addition, the most profitable thing now is not the crude oil itself, but the refining." Astor shared his business experience , I have to say that his analysis and vision are very accurate.

"I need a place to stay." Chen Jianqiu still didn't mention oil.

"Actually, I also advocate getting rid of this land. However, there is some trouble now." Astor scratched his head.

"This land belongs to a private company. We are just one of the shareholders. I looked at the other shareholders and they are all members of the Freemasonry." Astor continued, "One of them has a special interest in oil. emotions."

"His name is John Rockefeller."

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