"I refuse." Chen Jianqiu replied very simply.

If it was just the money from the sale of horses, Chen Jianqiu really couldn't risk casualties to get involved in a dispute with the town's security office, not to mention that this German was clearly using him as a gunman.

That's not enough.

"You are strong and strong, why do you need me to make a move." Chen Jianqiu said.

Clark was a little surprised by Chen Jianqiu's decisive refusal, but his face quickly returned to its original state.

He stood up, turned, one hand on the railing of the wooden platform, and the other pointed to the crowd below:

"Do you know why I'm building an underground market like this? Or, do you know why I put a condition on this market that only people with bounties can enter? ”

"It's because I don't want to see these guys lose their dreams, and I don't want them to give up this promising career because they can't sell what they have."

If Chen Jianqiu was drinking water at this time, he would definitely be choked to death by himself.

Take the opportunity to find a group of outlaws to help you do your work, just say, why are you so disgusting, don't you feel embarrassed?

"Only those of us who understand each other and have a common language are here, and I am not only a place for trading, but also a platform for communication."

"I also want it to be bigger, better, and safer."

Clark seemed to be immersed in his own world, and his voice trembled a little with excitement, which made Chen Jianqiu a little suspicious that what he was mouthing just now was not chewing tobacco, but something else.

"We've been in business here for almost two years, I'm a businessman now, I don't kill or rob, we got along well with the old sheriff there before Pitkin founded the county, but ......"

He pointed to the photo on the table.

"This man, as if he was born out of the ground this year, has been threatening to bring me to justice, and he has been sending people to harass my business."

"I'm not afraid of him, but he's as nasty as a maggot, and you know, I'm not a fight-and-kill person. Can you let him disappear in front of me? ”

"Mr. Rackfield, I have no interest in the feud between you and him, and if nothing happens, I will go first."

Chen Jianqiu didn't even say a word, he stood up and prepared to leave.

The expression on Clark's face was cloudy, and his men began to exchange glances, they rarely saw their boss deflated, and in person, in front of the public.

"Well, you keep the horses, but I'll only give you a quarter of the market price," Clark seemed to remember.

"No, sir, I might as well release them at this price." Chen Jianqiu didn't stop and continued to walk out the door.

"Then you make an offer?"

"Original price, no discount." Chen Jianqiu continued his consistent style in bargaining.

Clark sighed and seemed to have made up his mind: "The original price is the original price, just make friends with someone like you." ”

His face changed to a smile, and he waved his hand to his subordinates: "Go and collect the horse, and give the money to this gentleman,

After the horses were handed over, Chen Jianqiu and his party got on their horses and left the farm.

In the barn, Clark sat back in his leather chair, his face completely different from before, as unfathomable as a lake.

"Boss, just let them go?" His men asked, leaning closer.

The German took another handful from the chewing box on the table, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, called his men over, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The subordinates nodded their heads repeatedly.

After Clark finished giving the order, his subordinates straightened up, beckoned a few cowboys around him, and prepared to go out, but were stopped by their boss.

"Also, send someone to Denver and send these horses back to Fultz, and tell him that Chen Jianqiu is here; If he asks how the horses came from, he says that a merchant bought them from the market. ”

When it was all in place, a smile reappeared on Clark's face, but it was extremely cold.

Germans who like to laugh are rare, and when they do, nothing good happens.

……

"Boss, isn't that German a little too talkative?" The bird was on the horse, and the more I thought about it, the more wrong it became.

Chen Jianqiu just said "um".

This German claims to be a businessman, but his actions are full of eccentricities.

There should also be something hidden in his words that he did not tell them.

A businessman who is willing to suffer, he has not seen it, but it is by no means like Clark.

He didn't really want to wade into this troubled water, but the tree wanted to be quiet and the wind didn't stop, if this person really had some ulterior plans, he could only take one step at a time.

"Let's go back to Holmes and get out of here as soon as we can."

……

Fairs in small towns in the western United States often last for many days, and the vendors who attend the markets either live nearby or simply sleep in tents or caravans.

This is especially true for those who juggle or perform circuses, who tend to pack their bags and head to the next town where the market is held after the market is over.

However, that was a long time after the bump. These people have their own housekeeping skills, and they bring some mobile vitality to this western land.

Holmes loved to wander the stalls in the bazaar, and in his words, he was measuring the unknown with his feet like the people who traveled westward, and he loved what he saw, which would have dragged him out of that damn treasure map for a while.

No, early in the morning, Holmes stopped in front of a stall of a man who claimed to be a painter, and he was selling his landscape paintings to Holmes.

"Sir, these are all copied from every piece of land I have set foot in the West, you see, this is the Grand Canyon, when I painted this picture, the canyon had just finished a rainstorm, you see, the rainbow is very beautiful." The painter pointed to an oil painting on the shelf next to him and introduced.

His words also attracted a bunch of people passing by.

Holmes took a closer look and shook his head: "No, sir, your painting is wrong, the Colorado Canyon is sedimentary rock, and you have a problem drawing lines; And you painted this place, I should have been, it's not like that. ”

The people watching the excitement next to him gradually dispersed after hearing this, and Holmes also prepared to leave with his hands behind his back.

The painter's neck turned red instantly, and he grabbed Holmes: "Sir, you can't slander my paintings, you have to make things clear." ”

Holmes turned around and was about to reason with him when a voice rang out from the side: "I'll buy this painting for this gentleman." ”

The geologist turned his head and saw two men standing by the stall, two men he seemed to have seen, but could not remember where.

"Do you think this hat of mine is enough for this painting?" One of the men took off the hat on his head and handed it to the painter.

The hat is a little dirty, but it is leather, the workmanship is exquisite, and there is a beautiful circle of metal stars above the brim.

Without saying a word, the painter took his hat, rolled up the painting, and handed it to him.

"Let's go, Mr. Holmes, let's go to town for a cup of coffee." The man relieved the geologist and said to him.

Holmes followed the two out of the bazaar, but as soon as they came to a deserted place, one of the men suddenly turned around and put a burlap bag over his head.

Holmes felt black in front of him, and then he was tied up and down.