America 1881: Legend of the West

After Harris decided to solve the case, Chen Jianqiu waved to Sean behind him.

The black man was holding a small paper bag in his hand. He held the two corners of the paper bag and fell onto the table with a crash.

Harry glanced.

Bundles of dollar bills, folded in half and tied with thin string.

"One thousand dollars, deposit." Chen Jianqiu leaned back on the chair and crossed his legs carelessly. "Sorry, Detective, we country people only have zero money."

Harry looked at Chen Jianqiu repeatedly. This Chinese businessman looked earthy, wealthy, and wealthy.

How could he possibly deal with Lynch like this?

"Didn't you lose less than two hundred dollars?" he asked.

"I hope that bastard can be brought to justice." Chen Jianqiu looked jealous, "I hope you will send the best detective here."

"Uh, okay, sir, I will arrange it." Harry reached out to get the money on the table.

However, Chen Jianqiu's words interrupted his movements.

"However, Detective, I have one more request." The Chinese businessman crossed his fingers and placed them on his stomach. "I hope to participate in his arrest throughout the process."

Is there such a good thing?

Harry was originally worried that Chen Jianqiu would shrink back into the airtight Roswell after being thrown out of the mission.

Your own agents also need to find ways to become familiar with him and gain his trust before looking for opportunities to sneak in.

Now that he has come to get close to her, that's the best thing.

But he didn't show even a trace of pride on the surface.

Harry's hand stopped holding the money.

"I'm afraid this won't work," he said. "For your safety, I hope you can just wait for good news."

Chen Jianqiu didn't talk nonsense and winked at Sean.

Sean took out another paper bag and threw it in front of Harry.

Harry's eyes followed the opening of the paper bag.

Dollar bills again.

"Five hundred dollars, this is for you personally." Chen Jianqiu said, "If it's not enough, you can add more."

"Our boss has loved reading detective novels since he was a child!" said Sean behind him.

What kind of boss is this?

Harry cursed inwardly.

But if you don’t take the money, you won’t get it for free.

"Okay." He agreed reluctantly.

Chen Jianqiu stood up with a satisfied look on his face and led a group of people out of the detective agency's door.

"Boss, didn't we set up our own detective agency? Why do we still give money to these guys in Pinkerton?" Hanif was a little confused.

"Give me a few thousand dollars, and I can dig out that guy all over the West," he muttered.

Although his voice was very low, Chen Jianqiu still heard him.

"Are you short of money? Look at your potential." Chen Jianqiu glanced at him with disdain.

"No shortage, no shortage." Hanif shrank his neck and smiled.

Since following Chen Jianqiu, he has never been short of money. In addition to regular dividends and the salary of the sheriff, he is the owner of a restaurant in Roswell.

But he has an innate desire for money.

Hanif has always believed that this is a positive attitude towards life.

"Be humble! You have to learn from the leading companies in the industry, you know?" As usual, Chen Jianqiu gave an answer that didn't look like an answer at all.

In fact, except for Hanif, most of the others understood Chen Jianqiu's intentions.

Since Pinkerton is in hot pursuit, let's just drag them out into the sunshine.

Different from when he escaped before, Chen Jianqiu was ready to take the initiative this time.

On the other side, after watching Chen Jianqiu leave, Harry returned to the room.

He picked up the bundles of money scattered on the table one by one and threw them into the paper bag, leaving only three hundred dollars on the table. Then he pressed the paper bag and stuffed it into his clothes.

"Daniels! Daniels!" Harry stuck his head out of the door and shouted outside.

After a while, a little old man appeared at the door of the reception room.

"Go and collect the money on the table. That is the deposit given by the customer, and put it into your account." Harry ordered.

The little old man collected the money and turned around to go out, but Harry's voice came from behind: "By the way, I'll ask Donovan, Tom, um, and White to come to my office in ten minutes." I."

The little old man turned around and rolled his eyes in a circle: "White is gone. I saw him going out just now, sir."

Harry was about to burst out with a curse word, but he held back the words:

"Then get him back! No matter what, I will see him in the office in ten minutes!"

Although the guy named White has a very loose style and is very arrogant, he has to admit that this kid is now the most capable detective under him.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken this guy over from William Pinkerton when I left Austin.

This man had just been suspended from work by William Pinkerton for having a fight with a colleague and was doing some self-reflection at home.

Ten minutes later, in Harry's office, Donovan and Tom were sitting upright on the sofa, while Harry himself looked gloomy and smoked his pipe.

"Sir, why don't we wait for that bastard, we can handle it." Donovan said to Harry confidently.

Harry put down his pipe and walked toward the door of his office without saying a word.

His patience with White reached its limit.

Just as he was about to close the door and start his meeting, a face appeared outside the door.

When White saw Harry closing the door, he turned around and walked away without saying a word.

"Stop!" Harry quickly opened the door and shouted at White's back, "If you dare to leave now, I will deduct your salary for this month."

White then lazily turned around, brushed Harry's shoulder and walked into the office.

He lifted his belt, glanced at the two people on the sofa with his nostrils, then walked to the chair in the corner and sat down.

Harry closed the door and returned to his seat.

He briefly explained what had just happened to the three people sitting there.

"The most important thing is to take this opportunity to gain the trust of the Chinese businessman and get as many words out of him or the people around him as possible." Harry said as he lay in his chair and puffed away.

Donovan and Tom nodded.

"Impossible. Chasing a fugitive is not just a game, especially a legendary bandit! There is no need to mix in so many uncertain factors. You are just fooling around!"

White's words were sharp, but his emotions did not fluctuate much. He sat motionless in his chair and spoke in a low voice.

"Jesse James is not a problem at all. He was hit hard this time and it is said that he escaped alone." Harry smoked his pipe carelessly, "He is finished! White."

"You said the same thing last time in Missouri. Not only did he not die, he reappeared! He also robbed a bank!"

White said coldly.

"Do you know where his farm is? Do you know how many other people are on the farm? No, you don't know!"

White's disdainful eyes scanned the faces of everyone in the room, "I've been following him for many years. This man is anything but simple!"

Harry looked uncomfortable.

Although he knew that White might be telling the truth, at the same time, he also felt that his authority had been seriously challenged.

"Even then, the client must be brought along! No matter whether the client named Chen Jianqiu has any problems or not, he is now the employer! The employer's reasonable requirements need to be met."

Harry's words sounded a bit strong.

"Listen, White, based on your previous performance, I should have stopped all your salary. If you don't perform well, you will have to go dig coal in Tennessee."

There was a threat in his words.

"If I remember correctly, you haven't sent your father this month's living expenses yet, have you?"

White's face was pockmarked like the surface of the moon and began to tremble.

However, thinking of his father, he still held back.

If there is anything in the world that he deserves to miss, it is his father who lost a leg in the Civil War.

He gritted his teeth:

"Okay, I agree!"