America 1881: Legend of the West

Chapter 208 Open the lid and get a prize

The police chief did not reach out to take the whip. The policemen around him had already raised their guns and pointed them at Chen Jianqiu.

"Hey, take it easy, take it easy." The hotel owner ran over from the front door in a panic. Seeing the situation in front of him, he quickly smoothed things over.

Chen Jianqiu waved to the loyal Li Sifu and motioned him to move away from the barrel.

The young man was a little unwilling. He climbed up from the carriage and slowly leaned towards Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's okay, just let them take a look."

He looked at the police chief with a half-smile, and made a sign of invitation to the iron buckets: "Please take a look, but I have to say hello to you in advance. You'd better not open these buckets."

The sergeant glared at him and yelled at his men: "Go, open those barrels for me."

Several policemen swarmed up and began to pry open the lid of the barrel.

However, when they just pried out a crack in one of the covers, a foul smell came from the crack.

The policeman closest to the barrel immediately moved his head away and started vomiting against the side of the carriage, while the other one covered his nose and quickly jumped out of the carriage.

"What a waste!" The police chief looked down upon these two men who couldn't even smell the smell.

When I was working for Van Cleef, I dared to get into any dirty place, and I dared to go to any messy place.

Otherwise, why would it be his turn to take over after he was killed?

He pushed open the lid of the iron barrel and stuck his head in.

The Sheriff almost vomited.

Inside was a bucket full of dark stuff that smelled like rotten eggs.

Chen Jianqiu covered his nose slightly with his sleeves. He saw the police chief leaning in with half of his body and quietly putting his right foot on the back of the cart.

The originally balanced carriage instantly tipped forward, and the unlucky Sheriff fell headlong into the barrel.

"Quick! Save people!" Chen Jianqiu gathered the crowd and pulled the Sheriff out of the barrel with all his might.

At this time, the sergeant was no longer in great glory, and his brand-new uniform was instantly covered with black, sticky liquid.

His hair was glued into one piece, and he looked like a bird that had fallen into a swamp.

"Yue~, what, what is this?" The police chief lost the arrogance he had just now. He just felt like he had been beaten with dozens of rotten eggs.

At the time, few in the general population of New Mexico knew what it was.

Of course the Sheriff didn't know either.

"Hey, Sheriff, I told you not to open it in a hurry." Chen Jianqiu covered his nose with his cuffs, hiding the disgust on his face.

These barrels of oil were samples that Smith drilled from two wells. Except for the first barrel, which looked fine, the rest all had the smell of rotten eggs.

Originally, Chen Jianqiu didn't even want to open the iron bucket this time. How could he transport it here or transport it back? But who would have expected that he would meet the police chief who was looking for trouble everywhere.

The hotel owner wailed from behind: "Oh, it stinks! How can I do this business if you ask me to?"

Onlookers who did not know the truth had already gathered around. They covered their noses with their hands and pointed at the embarrassed and smelly police chief.

The police chief looked at Chen Jianqiu fiercely: "What's your name?"

"Chen Long, Mr. Sheriff."

"Okay, I remember you." The police chief pointed at Chen Jianqiu and turned to leave.

"By the way, Sheriff, don't forget your riding crop."

Chen Jianqiu threw the riding whip in his hand, and it landed impartially on the sergeant's hand.

After the sergeant ran away in despair with several of his men, Chen Jianqiu asked Li Sifu to put the lid back on the iron bucket.

At this time, the people who were living freely outside also came back one after another.

Camilla went to the little girl's home to see the little girl and her brother, but never thought that they no longer lived there. The neighbors said they did not know where they had gone;

Hanif went to buy himself an outfit. He felt that Christmas was coming soon and he had to buy himself something good.

Holmes measured the streets of Santa Fe with his own feet and experienced the local customs.

It seemed that only Sean was busy with business. He set up a stall at the local market and sold the gadgets he found on the Pinkerton detectives.

Such as brooches, belts, etc.

However, because his Spanish was really bad and he was unfamiliar with the place, he was looked down upon by the locals in the market.

The harvest was meager all afternoon, so I reluctantly rolled up the stall and returned to the hotel.

Everyone met again during dinner.

This time they did not go to the Mexican restaurant opposite. Instead, they ate some simple food provided by the hotel in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel.

Chen Jianqiu told everyone what happened during the day, from Astor, to Rockefeller, to the sheriff who fell into the crude oil barrel.

"Then we still have to stay here and wait for news?" Sean frowned, "If that's really the case, wouldn't we have to go back and learn to herd cattle?"

"No, if it doesn't work out, don't we still have those gold bars at the bottom of the lake to divide?" Chen Jianqiu winked at him, "Besides, don't we still have Browning? It would be nice to learn how to sell guns after him. OK."

Sean couldn't tell whether what his boss said was true or false, so he shut up.

But just as he closed his mouth, a voice came from outside the hotel.

"Mr. Chen!"

Everyone heard the sound and looked outside the door at the same time.

The "black-haired" police sergeant appeared at the door during the day. At this time, he had washed everything on his body, changed his clothes and stood there.

Chen Jianqiu's butt showed no intention of moving, and he didn't even want to look at the police chief.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Scott wants to see you." The police chief walked to Chen Jianqiu's side and said respectfully, his attitude was completely different from that of the day.

Chen Jianqiu knew what probably happened without even thinking about it.

In all likelihood, this brother will report what he saw to Scott. These idiots don't know about oil, which shows that Scott, who is well-informed, does.

He has never been able to guess what kind of medicine this old fox is selling. Logically speaking, oil is not his basic base at all.

The main business scope of the Republican tycoons who control the politics of New Mexico is still livestock farming and mining, and Scott, as their political front man, must safeguard their interests no matter what.

Besides, why is this old man always so concerned about himself?

Chen Jianqiu scratched his head.

But he still has the same principle: there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. There are some things that can't be avoided even if you want to.

He asked everyone to rest first and followed the police chief to Scott's office.

The Senator's office is also on the same street as the Chamber of Commerce.

The actual leader of Santa Fe didn't seem to have the concept of getting off work. When Chen Jianqiu rode past his downstairs, he found that the lights in his office were still on.

The police chief took him to the second floor. He pointed to the end of the corridor and said to Chen Jianqiu, "It's right there. I'll go down first."

After that, he turned around and went down the stairs.

Chen Jianqiu walked along the corridor towards the office.

However, when he approached the office, there was a violent quarrel inside.

Chen Jianqiu raised his eyebrows, as if he was in for a good show.

He was just about to get closer and listen carefully to what happened.

The door opened with a bang from the inside, and a man with glasses slammed the door and walked out angrily.

His face was flushed with emotion, and his lips and body were trembling slightly. Strangely, Chen Jianqiu could read anger mixed with fear from his expression.

This man passed by Chen Jianqiu, without even looking at him, and walked straight towards the stairs.

Chen Jianqiu didn't think too much. He continued to move forward and came to the door of Scott's office.

The familiar old man was sitting in his big chair, waiting for him.

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