America 1881: Legend of the West

Meyer arrived safely at the train station in Albuquerque.

He looked back worriedly at the empty oil cans on the carriages behind him and the blank expressions of the detectives.

When he first separated from Lynch and the others, what he was most worried about was that the gang of robbers got angry after grabbing the empty oil cans and hung him on a tree for target shooting.

But when he thought that the company's oil could reach Albuquerque safely with a high probability, he gritted his teeth and prepared for success.

He even repeatedly practiced his righteous expression when facing the robbers in front of the mirror, so as not to lose the face of Standard Oil Company.

However, when he actually arrived safely in Albuquerque, he suddenly became worried.

If everything is calm on his side, wouldn't Lynch's side be in trouble?

No, no, the team over there, including Lynch's factory protection team and most of Dolby's Pinkerton detectives, would never be in any danger.

However, Meyer must not have known about a theory put forward by one of his junior engineers named Murphy decades later:

If something has the possibility of going bad, no matter how small the possibility is, it will always happen.

He did not wait for the arrival of another convoy, but waited for the news that they were almost completely wiped out.

The reason why I say "almost" is because in the transportation team, only some Chinese workers driving horse-drawn carriages survived.

They showed up at the door of the Albuquerque Police Department to tell them the news.

"Those robbers, they are outnumbered, and Gatlin." A Chinese laborer who survived showed the gunshot wound on his thigh to the reporters who came after hearing the news, "Captain Dooby and Pinkerton's detectives are all Very brave, they all fought until the last moment!”

"What about oil? How about oil?" Meyer asked eagerly.

"Our brothers are all dead, and you still care about your oil?" An emotional Pinkerton detective grabbed Meyer by the collar and yelled at him.

"Yes, so many of our Chinese labor brothers have died! But you only care about your oil!" The injured Chinese laborer also came to Meyer's side.

His anger was not fake. It was true that five or six Chinese workers died in the attack, but the others who were more seriously injured had already been taken back to Roswell by Chen Jianqiu.

The masterminds, Lynch and Doobie, were dead. Although Meyer didn't fully know, he couldn't escape.

The reporter who was watching the excitement did not think it was a big deal at all, and asked Meyer directly: "Excuse me, how will Standard Oil handle this incident? Is this incident related to the unfair competition that Standard Oil had in New Mexico some time ago? Is it about business practices?”

Meyer, who was grabbed by the collar, looked ashen.

He didn't listen to a word of what the reporter said.

All he knew was that his position as general manager had to say goodbye to him just like the disappearing tank trucks.

But the detectives around him, seeing his mournful expression, thought that the reporter had guessed the whole story.

They are the victims of commercial struggle.

"Beast!" The detective raised his fist and punched Meyer in the face.

Meyer was pushed to the ground, and the crowd gathered around, punching and kicking him.

Among these people were not only the surviving Pinkerton detectives and Chinese workers, but also some onlookers from Albuquerque, including Forbes, a grocery store owner who sold private oil.

He kicked the hardest.

While kicking and scolding:

"You bastard, no one has a gun to protect you now!"

Rockefeller, who was far away in Cleveland, was furious when he learned the news. He used all aspects of his influence, even within the Republican Party, to put pressure on the governor of New Mexico, Lionel Allen Shelton.

However, it is well known.

The flowing governor, the iron-clad Scott.

According to Scott, he had no intention of dealing with the railroad tycoon. He only hoped that this man and his Standard Oil Company would get out of New Mexico as soon as possible.

New Mexico is his world, and he will never allow a person or company that is not under his control to appear.

However, after all, this was a robbery case in which dozens of people were killed. The fire could not be contained within the paper, and an explanation had to be given to the outside world.

As a result, the governor announced that the police in Albuquerque had been intensively engaged in investigating the truth.

But privately, two Republican leaders called the police chief into the office.

"Just check it slowly." Scott said calmly.

The police chief touched his nose: "Actually, we have found out who it is, but..."

Scott's thoughts moved slightly.

He guessed that this action was probably planned by Chen Jianqiu, because it was very similar to that young man's style, and all of this was most likely to drive Standard Oil out.

Scott was satisfied that he had done his best to complete the orders he had given; he was very happy that he was vicious and left no one alive.

However, how did these policemen, who usually act like pigs, find out? Do you want to wipe his butt for him? Or just abandon it decisively?

He felt a little uncertain, but the expression on his face didn't change much.

He had his hands behind his back, and the governor and the sheriff were looking at him.

"Go on," Scott said.

"You may know this person." The police chief took out a piece of paper that had been folded several times from his pocket, unfolded it and handed it to Scott.

This is a large wanted poster.

Scott glanced at the sergeant and took the wanted notice.

A Mexican face, underneath a long list of full names.

"Recently, another batch of low-priced kerosene appeared near Albuquerque." The police chief scratched his head and said, "We went to check and the supplier was a group of Mexicans."

"They don't seem to hide at all who their leader is, the former leader of the Crocodile Gang in Santa Fe, Thiago."

"They said..." The Sheriff's words were hesitant.

"What did they say?" the governor and Scott asked simultaneously.

"They said Thiago wanted to rebuild the Crocodile Gang. They wanted to make a name for himself!"

"Let's double the reward." Scott tore the reward order into pieces and threw it into the trash can next to the table.

There is no problem with the information obtained by the police chief.

Thiago is indeed floating.

He began to raise the banner of the Alligator Gang again, bragging to everyone he met that he had killed an entire Pinkerton detective team.

The gang members in New Mexico who were in disarray finally saw a glimmer of hope for the resurgence of gangsterism, and came to join him one after another.

The Alligator Gang replaced the Hyena Gang and became the most famous gang in southern New Mexico. Thiago's status in the bandit world also caught up with Hernandez, who was shot to death by Chen Jianqiu.

His bounty was doubled.

Rockefeller added another huge sum of money.

The murderer must die, he cannot afford to lose his face.

As for the Roswell refinery, he gave up completely.

There is no railway, transportation is poor, output is small, and the cost of oil extraction and refining is high. No matter how much you extract and refine, you will lose money.

This oil field really shouldn't appear in his trust territory.

He called his son over and cursed him, then took him to New York, found Astor, and discussed selling him all the shares in the refinery.

Little Astor's attitude was very firm.

Not interested in!

The sales and pricing power of kerosene are all in the hands of your Standard Trust. What’s the use of buying a refinery in New Mexico?

Just because you have a bad reputation in New Mexico, let the Astor family take the blame?

We are all foxes in the Freemasonry. What are you pretending to be?

Rockefeller Jr. persuaded him and made a very low offer, and Astor IV agreed.

And a week later, these shares were transferred to Chen Jianqiu's name intact at the original price.

Roswell Oilfield and Refinery, officially named Chen.

During this period, Chen Jianqiu also received another good news:

Blake was furious.

The delay in starting work on the Albuquerque to Roswell line made other shareholders of the Santa Fe Railroad very unhappy.

They collectively want Blake to step down as chairman of the board.

Blake sat in the office with his face covered, his spirit already on the verge of collapse.

Just as his tears were flowing out from between his fingers, a familiar voice appeared in his ears:

"Mr. Blake, can we talk about railway equity now?"

Blake raised his head and saw Chen Jianqiu's young face.

"I have warned you that if we do not agree, you will not be able to build this railway. If you agree to this, the investigation of that matter will be stopped immediately."

Blake nodded, his eyes filled with awe.

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