America 1881: Legend of the West

"Snapped."

A streak of dust was blown up by the wind caused by the document being slapped on the table. It was particularly conspicuous under the ray of sunlight that filtered through the door.

"Mr. Pilot! Our tanker has been stolen again! This is the third time this month!" Meyer tried hard to control his emotions, but his voice already sounded like a roar.

Pile is used to such accusations.

"I've warned you, Herr Meyer. Don't go that way, or your escorts don't sleep!" he replied, calmly.

After the Santa Cruz Gang was wiped out, the number of thefts in Lincoln County dropped by more than half, but he really couldn't stop a gas truck being stolen ten kilometers away from Lincoln County.

"But! If we change the route, we will have to make a big detour and the cost will increase a lot!" Meyer said.

Even if there is no railway, if the horse-drawn tanker trucks have to take a detour, the refinery will really not be able to continue operating.

Pile actually wanted to help the foreigner in front of him from the bottom of his heart, but this was really beyond his ability.

Miles on the side expressed it more directly: "There's nothing we can do to help. By the way, don't you have your own armed guards?"

Meyer smiled bitterly.

Captain Lynch, who came with him and was responsible for the safety of the refinery, was possessed by something unknown. From that day on, his mind seemed not to be on protecting the assets of Standard Oil Company.

He was often away from the refinery and no one knew what he was doing.

As for the security of the tanker truck, it is far from strict.

Helpless, Meyer walked out of the door of the police station.

He kind of means that the sky is not functioning properly and the earth and the earth are not responding.

In despair, he suddenly remembered someone.

Someone who might offer him shelter.

Last time in Roswell, he was impressed by this man's appeal, and he must have his own weapons.

This man’s surname was Chen. He used to run a food store in Roswell and traveled between Lincoln County and Roswell, but he seemed to be in Lincoln County today.

So, he decided to pay a visit to Mr. Chen while it was still early.

"What, you're looking for Mr. Chen? Who here doesn't know Mr. Chen? Don't you know he's doing business in Lincoln County? Are you from out of town?"

"Ah? You asked me where Mr. Chen is? All the land outside the town belongs to him. How do I know which farm he is on?"

"Oh, you said Mr. Chen, he may be helping those who need his help. I can't tell specifically. Hey, people like him are very busy."

……

After some inquiries, Meyer still didn't ask where Chen Jianqiu was. He just found that the name "Mr. Chen" was here, which was prestigious enough.

This further strengthened his determination to find Chen Jianqiu.

But how to find him? How about going back and asking Peller or Miles at the police station?

Just as he was about to turn back, he suddenly saw a familiar figure flashing in front of him.

An Indian, riding a horse, appeared on the road in front of the police station.

He had seen this man in Roswell, his name was Bird, and he often led militia patrols near Roswell New Town. He always thought this man was the new town's sheriff.

He had never seen an Indian serving as a police officer.

Even if you can't see Chen Jianqiu, if you really have no choice, maybe this person can help you.

"Mr. Bird!" Meyer stopped the Indian, "Excuse me, is Mr. Chen in Lincoln County now?"

Feiniao heard someone calling him, turned his head and saw Meyer standing on the side of the street.

He thought for a moment and nodded towards Meyer: "Do you have anything to do with him?"

"I have something I want to talk to him about." Meyer replied hurriedly.

He knew that after passing this village, there might not be this store.

"Okay, come with me." Feiniao waved at Meyer, gesturing for him to follow her.

Asuka brought Meyer to the mansion and showed him through the door.

Meyer walked in and looked up and down at the big house.

It is extremely neat from the inside out. Although the furniture looks relatively ordinary, the placement and the things on it are very elegant.

This doesn't look like a grain store owner's house.

"Is it profitable to open a food store?" Meyer muttered while observing the surroundings.

He followed Asuka further inside and saw the restaurant.

A woman with long black hair was sitting at the long table in the restaurant, reading the newspaper and eating breakfast.

The sun shone in through the window, outlining the woman's beautiful side profile on the ground.

"Camilla, is the boss upstairs?" Feiniao asked.

"Boss?" Meyer muttered in his heart again.

"Yes, in the office upstairs." Camilla put down the newspaper in her hand and looked here, "Dad James came here early in the morning, what were we talking about."

Feiniao pointed to the second floor and said to Meyer: "The largest room on the second floor is the room. You can go there by yourself. I have other things to do."

With that, the Indian turned and left the house.

Meyer walked along the stairs to the second floor, and he immediately saw the large office that Asuka and Camilla were talking about.

The door was open and the sounds of conversation came from inside.

Meyer walked slowly toward the door.

He hesitated as he approached the door.

If you stay at the door, you are suspected of eavesdropping on other people's conversations; but if you rush in hastily, it seems a bit abrupt.

But a familiar voice suddenly came from the room and helped him out: "Friends outside the door, come in first, I will be over soon."

Meyer was shocked.

He didn't know how Chen Jianqiu found him outside the room.

"My suggestion to you is to expand the scale of production and contact more ranchers. Grange is a very good organization and I support you."

Chen Jianqiu was standing in front of his big desk in the room.

He was hugging an old rancher goodbye: "If you need financial help, you can come here to see me at any time. If I'm not here, someone else will be here."

Father James held Chen Jianqiu's hand hard and laughed happily.

After sending the old rancher out of the room, Chen Jianqiu turned his attention to Meyer who entered the room.

He pointed to the sofa and said to Meyer enthusiastically: "Please sit down, Mr. Meyer."

Meyer sat down.

He looked at Chen Jianqiu and found that he did not sit back in the chair behind his desk, but sat down on the sofa opposite him.

"What do you want from me?"

Chen Jianqiu placed his hands on the armrests on both sides of the sofa, sitting upright, leaning slightly on the back of the sofa, looking directly at Meyer.

If the last time Meyer saw Chen Jianqiu, it was a sharp sword, and the young man in front of him now was a sheathed sword.

Although the edge is gone, the pressure is astonishing.

"Well, Mr. Chen, I'll just say it directly."

"The oil from the refinery has been stolen on its way to Albuquerque." Meyer gestured with his hands as he said, "I hope you can provide some protection for my transportation team."

"Yes, no problem." Chen Jianqiu's answer was brief. "For specific matters and costs, you can discuss with an Indian under my command named Feiniao."

Meyer didn't expect the other person's answer to be so straightforward. The words he had prepared before were of no use for a while.

After thanking him, he left the room.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the scenery outside the window, thought for a while, and knocked the bell on the table.

After a while, Abiot walked into Chen Jianqiu's office.

"Tell Thiago and let him rest for two days. I'll let you know when he will recover."

Meyer soon found Asuka on his way back to town.

The Indians did not move very fast, so they did not go very far.

Meyer quickly told Feiniao everything Chen Jianqiu said, and implored Feiniao to follow Chen Jianqiu's words and provide protection for the company's transportation fleet.

After the price reached a relatively high level, Feiniao reluctantly agreed and signed a short-term contract based on the number of times.

A week later, another batch of oil tanker trucks arrived in Lincolnshire. When they set off, there were more birds in the convoy and several patrol soldiers from the stone fortress.

This time, the transport convoy arrived in Albuquerque safely.

In the next two weeks, those tank trucks were never lost during the journey.

The employees in charge of transportation each time were the direct white employees who were first brought to Roswell by Meyer. According to them, the Indian took them along a similar path.

Along the way, it was calm and not even a few people could be seen.

Meyer looked at the refined oil products being transported onto the train and made a plan in his mind.

Asuka's short-term contract expired, and he proposed to the Indians that he did not intend to renew the contract. The reason was that Asuka and his guards did not actually play any role.

Meyer had already made a plan in his mind.

Now that a safe route has been found, why continue to employ these people?

Transportation costs are already high. As long as a safe route is found, there is no need to pay security fees.

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