Scott sat in his own big chair, smoking his pipe.

The smell of tobacco filled the room, choking people's eyes.

Chen Jianqiu was silent, still standing at the door, looking at the room.

The room was simply furnished, with no bookshelves or all sorts of ornaments, just a large table in front of Scott and his large chair to lie in.

"Don't be stunned, sit, sit down." Scott looked like a kind and gracious old man.

This reminded Chen Jianqiu of the gentleman old mayor of Montrose, who was so kind, so kind that he almost killed him with a shot in Lincolnshire.

If it weren't for that pocket watch, his own person would have been gone a long time ago.

Chen Jianqiu walked across from Scott, sat down on the chair across from him.

"How was it at Roswell?" Scott removed the mouth of his pipe from his mouth, took a puff of his cigarette, and floated out a sentence as if nothing had happened.

He observed Chen Jianqiu's expression.

"I thought you weren't a smoker." Chen Jianqiu didn't answer this question, "Last time at the cocktail party, I didn't see you bring a pipe. ”

"Ha, I've always thought of pipe-smoking as a very private thing." Scott smiled slightly and said with a pun, "But you know, New Mexico is such a big place, and it's so hard to want a private space." ”

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak again, he just looked at Scott like this.

Don't admit it, don't deny it.

Anyway, you called me here, if you want to speak, please continue, if you don't speak, it's just like this, time, yes.

"Roswell's oil, right?" In the end, Scott showed sincerity and said openly, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in those black things." ”

Chen Jianqiu still didn't speak.

The mouth of a politician, the ghost of deception, God knows what is in the heart of this thing.

What else could it be about Roswell's hellish place that would attract these guys? Sand or cactus?

"I know what you're thinking." Scott tapped his pipe on the table, "Whoever is behind that land, they can't get into New Mexico with oil!" ”

His speech was unhurried, but he could faintly hear a hint of the domineering of Santa Fe and even the controllers of the New Mexico region.

"The majority shareholder is the Rockefeller family, you can't afford to mess with it." Chen Jianqiu was ready to add a fire.

"I see." Scott puffed heavily on his cigarette, looking like he had already expected it, "Then I can't let them in." ”

"That's no way, your arms can't reach your thighs, whether it's legal or strength, you don't have the right to stop them from developing this land." Chen Jianqiu spread out his hands.

"The final interpretation of the legislation of the New Mexico region is with me!" Scott's words were particularly domineering, "They just need a little help." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you." Chen Jianqiu shook his head with a helpless look, "I'm just a small Chinese businessman. ”

Scott was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Those armed guards in Roswell have been almost killed by you, right?" What kind of businessman are you? Armed merchants? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, they were attacked, and I saved them."

"The rest of the people are homesick, I paid them severance pay and went back, and those who don't want to go back also have jobs." Chen Jianqiu looked innocent.

"They all have a bright and bright future! I'm the only one who bears the name of the mayor of an empty town. He said "gloomily."

"Haha, I like young people with ideas." Scott stared at Chen Jianqiu, "That's why I've been paying attention to you." ”

"So, what do you need me to do for you?" Chen Jianqiu went up the pole.

"Two things." Scott put down the cigarette butt in his hand, propped up the table with both hands, leaned forward, and said to Chen Jianqiu word by word.

"The first thing, find a way to kick that guy out, once they come, we're going to lose the railroad and the land."

Chen Jianqiu's face was embarrassed.

"I'll give you the support you want, you just have to do it."

Chen Jianqiu certainly understands what Scott's "support" and "let it go" means.

That's what the old man must have promised the Mexican Thiago in the first place.

He nodded "reluctantly": "What else is it?" ”

Scott was satisfied, the young man seemed to be quite good, and he slowly said the second thing:

"Roswell is next to Lincolnshire, but you know, pastures and timber in Lincolnshire are at our core interest, just like Albuquerque." The smile on the old man's face was gone.

"Some time ago, our friend there was killed, reportedly executed by the famous local Sheriff Pyler on charges of endangering citizens' property."

Chen Jianqiu suddenly realized.

Emotional Lincolnshire "One Ear" Fred backstage, is that you?

"Even if that friend of ours broke the law, he shouldn't have been killed without trial." Scott's voice grew colder, "At the very least, he should have asked who he represented." ”

"After the death of that friend of ours, the situation there is gradually getting out of control, and our interests are being greatly violated."

"So, I need you to go to Lincolnshire and get the situation under control."

After Scott finished speaking, he waited for Chen Jianqiu's response.

He can make a man call the wind and rain in New Mexico, a temptation that no aspiring young man can refuse.

Chen Jianqiu pondered for a moment and agreed.

Even if he made a pact with the devil, he didn't care.

Because it seems that the devil will not keep the contract, and he is not afraid to turn against the devil.

Scott was very happy, and he had prepared all kinds of arguments to persuade the young man, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

He rang the bell on the table.

After a while, a cowboy bearded man appeared at the door of the office.

Scoltra passed Chen Jianqiu, with a pipe in his mouth, and introduced him to the man at the door:

"I'm sure you've seen it, but I guess you've only got a one-sided relationship."

The bearded man tilted his head arrogantly and looked at Chen Jianqiu with his nostrils: "Mr. Chen didn't seem to think highly of me at that time, so I came back after sending the expert group." ”

"Did you hit my little report?" Chen Jianqiu snorted.

"I'm just doing my job." The beard is still proud.

"Alright, now it's all family!" Scott tapped the table with his pipe again, "Abiot, very good gunslinger, he can be your most effective assistant!" ”

"My team doesn't need waste." Chen Jianqiu expressed his dissatisfaction.

Abiot instantly pulled out his gun, and at the same time, Chen Jianqiu's gun was also pointed at him.

"Put the guns down for me!" Scott's voice was low, but weighty.

He stared at Chen Jianqiu: "This is not a suggestion, but a condition." ”

Chen Jianqiu snorted again and withdrew his hand that raised the gun, and Colt spun his hand a few times and returned to the holster.

"Okay, let him follow."

Abiot also put away the revolver and left Scott's office without looking back.

"So, I'll just wish you the best of luck?" Scott held his pipe in his mouth and stretched out his right hand to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu thought for a while, but still shook his hand: "Borrow your auspicious words." ”

Then, he turned around and left Scott's office as well.

He left the two-story building, walked to the door, turned on his horse, and slowly swayed to the corner of the street.

Chen Jianqiu glanced to the second floor and found that in Scott's room, the light had been turned off, but he observed from the state of the shooter, the old man was standing at the window of the black hole with his hands in his hands, looking at himself.

What an old fox.

Chen Jianqiu continued to drive his horse forward, turning a street corner until he disappeared from Scott's field of vision.

Suddenly, a dark figure turned out in front of him.

It's Abiot:

"Boss, I'll report to you."

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