America 1881: Legend of the West

The train was bound for Dodge City, Kansas.

Chen Jianqiu and Camilla sat face to face in the first-class box

He holds an apple in his left hand and a dagger in his right.

The thumb of his right hand pressed against the back of the knife, and the apple rotated in his hand. The blade of the knife revolved against the apple's rotation, and the peel was quickly peeled off from the flesh.

Soon, the apples became naked, and there was a long strip of peel on the table.

Even thickness, no breaks.

Chen Jianqiu flicked his wrist and the apple split into two.

He handed the top half to Camilla and stuffed the bottom half into his mouth.

"Wyatt and the others are getting on the bus at the next stop?" Chen Jianqiu asked, chewing an apple and looking at the wilderness outside the window.

"Well, they rushed to Las Vegas yesterday." Camilla took the half apple and took a bite.

The Las Vegas that Camilla spoke of was not the later internationally famous Nevada desert casino, but a western town in New Mexico.

This town is located 68 kilometers southeast of Santa Fe. It is the next stop on the Santa Fe Railway to the east. It is famous as a "place full of five poisons."

Their destination this time, Dodge City, was a similar place, but even wilder.

The day before departure, White told Chen Jianqiu, who was staying in the hotel, about his purpose.

Regarding the overall itinerary and plan, the detective was very cautious and did not reveal anything to Chen Jianqiu and the others.

"Would you like to go see those detectives?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly said to Camilla, "It's been a long time since I've been on the same train with these people."

The last time he'd shared a train with Detective Pinkerton was when he'd just entered New Mexico.

The leader of the Pinkerton detective team was shot off the train by him.

"You go ahead, I'll watch from here." Camilla said.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, took a small bag from his suitcase, and opened the door of the box.

He walked through the first-class carriage and came to the carriage where White and the others were sitting.

There were not many people in the carriage, and Chen Jianqiu saw Pinkerton's group of detectives at a glance.

The metal logo on their chest is really eye-catching.

Donovan and Tom occupied two rows of seats.

They were chatting and bragging happily, each showing off their "great achievements" in winning strikes in Chicago or other places in the East.

White, on the other hand, sat alone in the corner of a row of empty seats.

He just looked out the window and remained silent.

This put him in sharp contrast with his extremely noisy colleagues at the back, making him seem particularly unsociable.

When Chen Jianqiu walked up to him, the detective looked away from the window.

"What's the matter?" White asked gruffly.

It seemed that he was still very upset about not bringing a gun with him just now.

"Nothing to do, I just came to see everyone and ask about the action plan." Chen Jianqiu sat down next to White, "After all, from the time we set out to now, you have told me to buy train tickets, and nothing else. Didn’t say anything.”

White said nothing and continued to look out the window.

"Mr. Chen!"

A voice suddenly came from behind.

Chen Jianqiu turned sideways and looked back, and found Donovan's head appearing in the aisle.

"Come here, that person doesn't like to talk to others." He waved to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu stood up and walked along the aisle to the detectives' seats.

He saw pairs of eyes looking at him intently.

Each of these detectives wants to dig something out of this person so that he can explain it back.

"Mr. Chen, have you ever been to Colorado?" Donovan thought for a moment and asked.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head, looking confused.

"Mr. Chen, I heard that you have an oil refinery in Roswell. Can you tell us how you made your first pot of gold?" Tom then asked.

He wanted to see how Chen Jianqiu explained his fortune. Talking about such things could easily lead to verbal flaws.

Chen Jianqiu's eyes met those of several detectives, with a look of sudden realization on his face.

He picked up the small cloth bag next to him, took out a wad of U.S. bills, and then stuffed them into each agent's hands one by one.

"The number you can bring out is limited, please don't take it too little." Chen Jianqiu said as he stuffed his hands, like a philistine businessman.

"Ah, Mr. Chen, that's not what we meant." Donovan and Tom looked at each other, a little embarrassed.

"Please take care of me along the way." Chen Jianqiu finished dividing the money and sat down in an empty seat between them.

"I have taken advantage of Master Astor." He began to tell the story endlessly.

Chen Jianqiu has a unique talent for making up stories that are both fascinating and logical.

In his story, he was a businessman from Jiangsu and Zhejiang on the other side of the ocean. He traveled across the ocean and came here. He first planned to develop in Mexico.

However, the political situation in Mexico was volatile and unstable, so he had to go through Mexico and enter the United States. Then he was appreciated by Master Astor who came to the west to "experience life".

When he got excited, Chen Jianqiu took out a Mexican handkerchief he got in Juarez. The pattern on it was very Spanish.

While Chen Jianqiu was talking happily, the Pinkerton detectives had already silently put the money in their pockets.

Each of them received sixty dollars.

The money is not too much for them, but it is not too little either. It is just extra income besides salary.

Money and booze are lubricants.

These detectives have already brought themselves deeply into Chen Jianqiu's story.

"By the way, can you tell me your next plan? It doesn't need to be too detailed, just tell me what to do." After Chen Jianqiu finished telling the story, he started to ask his own questions.

"I am now considered a member of the arrest team. You can at least let me prepare." He blinked.

Donovan snorted coldly:

"I said we didn't know either, do you believe me?"

"Ah, this" Chen Jianqiu was stunned.

Tom pointed in the direction of White in front of him and lowered his voice and said, "This guy doesn't trust anyone. He used to work alone in the detective agency when he handled cases."

"He doesn't tell us anything and puts on a bad face every day." His voice revealed extreme dissatisfaction.

"Then why did your boss let him lead the team?" Chen Jianqiu's words made the atmosphere a little awkward for a while.

"Well, let me tell you, he still has some ability. The original boss's son, William Pinkerton, trained him as the successor of the three great heroes of the Western Conference." Tom still answered the question head-on.

"Shit! What ability does he have? He just relied on good luck to solve a few cases! He drags him every day like something." Donovan's words came out of his nostrils.

"He is not married and has no children. He only supports a lame veteran father at home."

"Ah? Don't you Americans have the obligation to support your parents?" Chen Jianqiu asked with some confusion.

In the United States in the 19th century, institutional care gradually replaced the traditional family care model.

"Who knows." Donovan shook his head.

"Okay, it's been a pleasure chatting with you all. I'm in the first-class compartment in front of you. If you need anything, you can come to me." Chen Jianqiu stood up, picked up the bag, and walked towards his compartment. .

He walked past White, patted White on the shoulder, and handed the bag to him.

White glanced at the bag with disdain, then turned his head away.

Chen Jianqiu didn't say anything, put away the bag and returned to his carriage.