"Did you get it?"

After leaving the compound of Leonard's house, Chen Jianqiu turned around and asked Sean, who was driving the carriage.

"Got it." Sean pulled a document out of his arms, "Just in case they find out, I only drew the bottom contract. ”

"You can show it to Attorney Dylan." Chen Jianqiu pouted towards the inside of the carriage.

The black papers and the lantern were handed in.

After a while, Dylan's voice came out of the carriage: "The chain of evidence is not complete enough, but these things are enough for him to have a headache for a while." ”

Chen Jianqiu turned around and stopped talking, and they walked in the direction of the town.

……

Chen Jianqiu and the Standard Oil team did not meet, and they set off first, embarking on the road back to Roswell.

About five days later, in the afternoon, the Standard Oil company team also arrived near the Roswell oil field.

Meyer rode his horse, and the grim-faced man followed with a group of men with guns.

They looked at the oil well in front of them with some distraction.

It's quiet, there's no one, it's like it's deserted.

Since the last mass incident here, the master workers have used their fists to beat Pete and his hapless team out of Roswell.

However, they also learned of the change of ownership in the oilfield.

The workers received their last month's salary from the accountant and never returned to the field.

They don't care what the future holds, they really can't, and it's good to be a construction worker in a new town.

Chen Jianqiu really didn't lie to them, and one after another people came through the Chihuahua Desert, most of them Chinese.

Various shops in the town also gradually opened, tailors, food stores, grocery stores, ......

They can live well with the wages they receive on the construction site.

As for the earliest members of the expert group, except for the cooks, including the accountants, after Christmas, they all packed their belongings and prepared to go home.

Chen Jianqiu made some reservations, but Jackson politely declined: "I won't work under Standard Oil anymore, I'm fed up with those people's faces." ”

Chen Jianqiu had to arrange a farewell bonfire banquet for them.

As he parted, he shook the oil expert's hand and said to him meaningfully: "We will meet again." ”

Faced with the empty oil fields, Meyer had both joy and sorrow.

The good thing is that it saves him a lot of trouble.

According to Pete, the original workers were all people, and he was still thinking about how to deal with these people, and if he didn't do it, he would use force.

But now I don't have that concern.

The worry is that he has to start all over again.

The top priority at the moment is to resume oil production in the oil fields, and the equipment at the refinery is ready-made, and it will be very fast after it is started.

What if there are no workers? Re-recruit, isn't there a small town next to it?

"Hanny, call some people and follow me to the town over there to buy some supplies."

After settling his men, Meyer called his lieutenant and prepared to take a stroll around Roswell's Newtown.

"Would you like to talk to Captain Lynch?" The deputy asked tentatively.

"No, escorting us all the way, he is also very tired, and he may have to arrange follow-up security work at night." Meyer shook his head.

"Except for those workers, there is no need to worry about any attacks within a radius of hundreds of miles." Hanny muttered quietly.

The purchasing team soon arrived in the new town.

Unlike the silence of the oil well, it is bustling with people.

The town's houses appear to be arranged in a specially planned and uniform manner, with the outermost row of houses still under construction, in a style rarely seen in the western United States.

On the construction site, there were people of all colors, and they were busy cooperating with each other, and English with various accents and Chinese they didn't understand came from the other side of the construction site.

"Boss, most of the people in this town seem to be Chinese." Hanny looked at the construction site and the surroundings, the yellow-skinned faces, which he looked a little strange.

"Chinese? The Chinese are good, they are cheap. Meyer pursed his lips and noticed that Hanny had been pulling his arm, "Why are you pulling me?" They don't understand it anyway. ”

Hanny didn't speak, he pointed to the front of the shop, where a sword-eyed young man was looking at them with a smile.

"Chinese are not necessarily cheap." Chen Jianqiu put his hands behind his back with a smile on his face, but for some reason, Meyer always felt a little cold.

"How do I get to the grain store?" Meyer diverted the conversation, "We're Standard Oil employees, and we're here to buy some food. ”

"Behind me." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the room behind him, "A radius of a hundred miles, this is the only one, if you miss it, you won't miss it." ”

"I'm the boss." He added, "The surname is Chen." ”

Meyer dismounted and followed Chen Jianqiu into the grain store.

The room was more like a warehouse than a grain store, with bags of grain piled up for most of the room.

Meyer asked about the price.

I don't know if I don't ask, I am shocked when I ask, and the price is two or three times higher than that outside.

"Aren't you a black shop?" Meyer's eyes widened.

"Then I'll go outside by myself." Li Sifu, who was behind Chen Jianqiu, said confidently.

"Can anyone in this town afford to eat at your price?" Meyer glanced over to the construction site.

"That's why they're well paid." Chen Jianqiu said with a smile.

He didn't tell Meyer that the price had risen to meet their arrival, and that the rest of the town didn't even have a pot for the time being.

The restaurant that provided them with food, behind the construction site.

The owner of the restaurant was Hanif, who hired the only remaining Italian chef from the expert group and a Chinese chef sent by Zhang Danian.

Both Western and Chinese food are available.

It is said that Hanif has recently been working on the idea of a Mexican cook in a nearby town.

The prices there, which are basically normal.

Li Sifu is still the kind of person you like to buy or not.

Meyer also wanted to negotiate with Chen Jianqiu, but found that Hanny was pulling his arm again: "Buy it, or we will starve." ”

Meyer reluctantly pulled out the money.

"Load!" Chen Jianqiu shouted, and together with Li Sifu, he began to load grain into their car.

Meyer told Hanney to put up a job ad on the notice board across the square, and he watched from the side of the car.

Suddenly, he remembered something and asked Chen Jianqiu, who was loading, "Excuse me, which one is Chen Jianqiu?" ”

"I just, what's wrong?" Chen Jianqiu straightened up and glanced at him.

Meyer suddenly realized.

He finally understood why the price of this grain store in front of him was so dark.

What kind of owner, what kind of store to open.

"Manager Pete asked me to bring you the money he owes." Meyer pulled out a large bag from his saddle bag, "Please show me the IOU." ”

Just because of this bag of money, poor manager Pitt was scolded by Rockefeller for an entire afternoon, and in addition to making him pay part of it himself, he also deducted a month's salary as punishment.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and returned to the room, took out a thick stack of IOUs, and stuffed them into Meyer's hand.

On each IOU, there is a fat man's handprint.

Meyer looked at the amount and terms on it, shocked.

He decided to think of a way to do business with this kind of person again, he was a dog.

The grain full of flour was loaded into the cart, and Meyer was about to call Hanny back to the city, when he noticed a man wearing black gloves on a horse, appearing at the corner of the street not far away.

Chen Jianqiu also saw this person, and he always felt that this person was familiar, especially the nose and the gloomy face.

"Captain Lynch, you're here too." Meyer greeted him, "I'll buy some supplies and I'll be back right away." ”

"Just call me Tim in the future, my full name is Tim Lynch." The man looked around, glanced at Chen Jianqiu again, and then walked towards the outside of the town with Manager Meyer.

Chen Jianqiu looked at their departing backs and touched his chin.

Captain Lynch? Tim Lynch? What does this man have to do with the Pinkerton detective who was shot dead by Adam?

It's not an enemy, it's really not a gathering.

One more, two more later

(End of chapter)