Manager Pete and his members of the assessment team sat in the carriage and swayed along with it.

The cool breeze of the winter morning blew through the holes in the clothes of the men, leaving the members of the assessment team, who were mostly dressed and lacked accessories, feeling cold all over their bodies.

It wasn't until the sun was in the air that the temperature began to rise, and Pete and the others felt a little warmer.

After walking all morning, he realized that what Chen Jianqiu said "almost there" didn't seem to be the same as he understood.

Still no shadow of Lincolnshire is in sight.

"Chen, Mr. Chen, how long will it take?" Manager Pete in the carriage asked, hungry and sleepy.

Since this morning, they haven't eaten anything, and they thought that the group of people who were traveling with them would stop to eat something, but Chen Jianqiu and they didn't mean to stop at all.

"Before sunset." Chen Jianqiu replied without looking back on his horse.

"So, what, Mr. Chen, is there anything to fill our stomachs?" Before Pete could speak, an old man named Schultz next to him spoke first.

The old man was the oldest member of the assessment team, a former chemist and now a refining engineer at Standard Oil.

He was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and if he continued to toss like this, he was afraid that his old bones would fall apart before he reached Roswell.

Chen Jianqiu took out a paper bag of biscuits from the saddle bag, took two for himself, and then tied the bag and threw it to them in the carriage.

Schultz caught it, and opened the mouth of the bag with a trembling hand, but Pete's fat hand reached over and took two biscuits from the bag with lightning speed.

The manager couldn't wait to put the biscuit in his mouth and take a bite.

"Boom!"

Pete felt as if he had bitten a stone, but he felt as if something was in his mouth.

The manager quickly took the biscuit out and found that the biscuit itself was intact, with only a row of tooth marks on it.

He spit out the contents of his mouth into his hand, and when he looked closely, he realized that the thing that had fallen was one of his own teeth.

Pete was grieving for his teeth, while Schultz was looking at the cookie in his hand with a stunned expression.

"Maybe that tooth of yours is going to fall out, and sooner or later it will leave you." Chen Jianqiu "comforted" him, "At least you didn't feel too much pain." ”

He put the same biscuit in his mouth and took a few sips of the water bag in his other hand.

"You have to get some water."

Pete's grief was beyond measure, and after drinking a few sips of the water handed to him by Li Sifu, he fell asleep against the iron bucket.

When he woke up again, he found the carriage parked in front of a hotel.

It wasn't quite dark yet, but the sun had already set below the horizon, leaving only a little afterglow to illuminate the town.

"Lincolnshire has arrived." Chen Jianqiu turned over and dismounted.

A guy in the store ran out and took the reins from his hand, and at the same time, Li Sifu also moved the valuables down.

Chen Jianqiu and the others walked into the hotel.

The innkeeper had some impressions of Chen Jianqiu, Camilla and Holmes, and he quickly opened a room for Chen Jianqiu and them.

The assessment team followed.

The boss looked up and down at the group of edgy people, although there were some strange guys in his hotel all year round, but this was the first time he had seen this kind of dress.

"Asking for food?" The innkeeper finally made up his mind about who they were, "Stay at the door, maybe someone passing by will give you a few dollars." ”

"Boss, everyone is a decent person, please don't insult us!" Manager Pete and the experts behind him were flushed.

They had reason to be angry, and in the east, no more brutal innkeeper would treat them like this.

Manager Pete pointed to the sign on his clothes and said to the innkeeper emotionally: "We are the managers of Standard Oil!" Can you open a few rooms for us? ”

In Ohio, Pennsylvania, and other eastern states, Standard Oil is known to everyone, and the symbol is a symbol of trust.

Still, he overestimated his company's influence in the West.

"Do you have any cash?" The innkeeper looked at Pete the manager.

"This sign is our credit, and in a month, we will send someone to settle it with you." The manager said solemnly.

"Get out!" The innkeeper gave him a crisp reply, and the spit almost squirted in his face.

Pete and his experts tried to defend something, but the innkeeper scolded directly:

"Get out of here! Don't interfere with my business! Do you want me to have someone kick you liars in the ass? ”

Manager Pete was desperate.

These western barbarians are simply unreasonable.

He was a little desperate.

In this winter, you can't sleep on the streets, and he knows the temperature difference between day and night in New Mexico last night.

"I suggest you can sleep in the stable, if you lie down on the street, it may become food for wild dogs in the middle of the night, hahahaha!"

A scruffy old cowboy sitting at a table next to the bar laughed rudely, with a scar on his face and a twisted beard.

His laughter resonated with a group of "martial arts heroes" around him, and he also laughed at the people in front of the bar crazily.

Pete shuddered.

Suddenly, he saw Chen Jianqiu coming out of the room, gritted his teeth, and walked towards him.

Chen Jianqiu had just finished packing his things and was about to come out to see if there was anything to eat, when he happened to bump into Manager Pete.

"Can you lend me some money?" Pete said.

Chen Jianqiu sorted out his cuffs: "How much?" ”

Pete looked back at the people behind him and calculated, "Thirty dollars." ”

Their clothes need to be bought, their supplies need to be bought, and even their horses need to be bought, so they won't be able to get up.

The lobby of the hotel fell silent for a moment, and the men all turned their eyes to this side.

"Then you'll have to write me an IOU." Chen Jianqiu continued to tidy up his cuffs.

"How much is the interest?" Pete stared at Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu snapped his fingers.

"Fifteen percent?" Pete felt a little tall, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to discuss it.

"Yes, on a monthly basis, the profit rolls." Chen Jianqiu didn't blink his eyes, turned around and was about to leave, "If you don't want to, I'll go back." ”

"Okay, fifteen is fifteen." Pete knew he didn't have many options.

He found a pen and paper from the innkeeper, wrote an IOU, drew it, and pledged it to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the IOU, folded it in half, and then took out three dark green bills from his pocket, and then stuffed them into Pete's hand under the gaze of everyone in the hall.

There was still no sound in the hall, and the eyes of a group of "unemployed vagrants" were straight, emitting a scorching light.

However, the mission did not notice this.

They all thought that they should be able to sleep well tonight.

As it turned out, they did get a good night's sleep.

So good that when they woke up the next morning, they found the window open.

And the thirty dollars, except for the few tens of cents paid to the innkeeper last night, the rest, are gone.

So, after the night, Manager Pete found that he still had nothing.

Oh no, he also owes Chen Jianqiu a loan of thirty dollars.

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(End of chapter)