"Peter Pan" is clearly not a real name.

However, since the young man was reluctant to reveal his real name, Chen Jianqiu didn't want to ask more.

"Boss, aren't those corpses disposed of?" Asuka asked behind him.

"No need, leave it to the people they organized to collect the corpses themselves." Chen Jianqiu rode a black radish and galloped in front.

Following the guidance of the blond young man, they quickly found the Chinese worker who had fallen to the ground.

The man was lying on his back on the side of a dirt road, his face was covered with dust, and he was dying.

There were several pools of blood on the ground where he was lying.

Chen Jianqiu turned over and dismounted, came to his side, and found that he had been shot in more than one place, and blood was still flowing from the wound.

Chen Jianqiu regretted a little that he didn't bring Teresa over.

"Sean! Bandage. Chen Jianqiu shouted at the black man.

Hearing someone talking nearby, the Chinese worker opened his eyes slightly.

When he realizes that the person watching him next to him is a yellow-skinned cowboy, he struggles to open his eyes a little wider.

His lips twitched, and his voice was too faint to hear.

Chen Jianqiu put his ear to it.

"Brother, brother, give, give me a shot, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it's ......"

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak, he wanted to use the method Teresa taught him to perform first aid, but found that the bleeding couldn't stop at all.

He didn't wipe the blood from his hands, but picked up the cloth bag beside him and handed it to Hua Gong's eyes.

Seeing that burden, Hua Gong's already dim eyes shone again.

"This, this bag of clothes, give, give it to a person named Luo Yonggui, he, they are in the south, repairing, repairing the railway."

Chen Jianqiu nodded.

Hua Gong used his last strength and took a breath, he originally wanted to grab Chen Jianqiu's hand, but he couldn't lift it, his fingers hooked Chen Jianqiu's trouser legs.

"Brother, it's difficult~ it's difficult."

This breath was finally spit out, and Hua Gong's body instantly lost its vitality.

Chen Jianqiu stood up and turned to his black radish, and no one could see the expression on his face.

But half a minute later, his body turned around, and his face was calm: "Find a place to bury it." ”

Sean and Asuka dug a pit under the pit of a nearby tree and buried the Chinese workers.

Chen Jianqiu took off his cowboy hat and said goodbye to this fellow tribesman buried under the loess of a foreign land;

Hanif prayed for the departed in the manner of a Christian; Camilla weaved a straw circle and placed it on the soil of his grave.

"These scum are picking on unarmed civilians." The blonde youth clenched his fists.

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak, he put his hat back on:

"Let's go, let's go find Blake first."

At this time, in the office of the Santa Fe Railroad Company, in front of Blake, a middle-aged white man with a thin face was sitting.

The white man was dressed in yellow khaki and looked arrogant, as if he didn't take the railroad tycoon in front of him seriously.

The cuffs of his clothes were embroidered with a shield.

"Did Scott send you?" Blake couldn't help but open his mouth, "Byrne? ”

The middle-aged man named Byrne didn't answer the question, but went on to something else: "I think the railroads should hire more white workers who come from Chicago, Baltimore, Boston, and don't have jobs." ”

"That's not something I should think about." Blake was a little annoyed, he was a very pure businessman, "Why don't you send your scumbags to California." ”

"If they hear what you say, I'm sure it will be a pity." Byrne pouted, "They've always made Albuquerque their home. ”

"What are these scumbags going to do besides stealing railroad tracks?" Blake said angrily, "Even if I don't use those Chinese, I won't use your scum." ”

"Mr. Scott will be disappointed, and so will those who are not considered your countrymen." Byrne continued, "They will cause social instability, and don't forget, the state government has given you tremendous support. ”

"I repeat, that's not something I'm thinking about!" Blake was already looking a little bored, "The vote thing is a politician's business, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

"Really?" Byrne leaned in and stared at Blake.

And the two knights with guns behind him also glanced at each other.

But Blake, as a railroad tycoon who has been mixed in the West for many years, obviously does not eat him:

He clenched his hands into fists and pounded the table.

"Byrne, don't think I don't know your details, I don't know you if you put on a skin of the "Knights of Albuquerque"? It's just a hybrid between the "3KK" Party and the "Plebeian Party", you 'Plebeian Party' just toss and turn in San Francisco, don't come to me as a scourge. ”

"Watch your words, Mr. Blake." Byrne said coldly, "This is not Kansas. ”

Blake snorted, and he sat back in his large chair.

He looked out the window, and below his office, there were two dozen heavily armed security guards, patrolling back and forth near the train station.

"No one can threaten me."

"Then you can do it yourself." Byrne stood up and walked out of the office with two members of the group who followed.

"Boss, what about tomorrow?"

After leaving the Murphy Railroad compound, a member of the regiment behind Bourne asked him.

"What to do, what to do, kill those yellow-skinned cheap workers, I look at Santa Fe Company, there is no choice."

"But what if they send security?"

"Kill like that, the more messy things are, the better."

"But in that case, aren't we enemies of the Santa Fe Railroad Company and the consortium behind him?" The members hesitated.

"That's what those fools at Grange are all about."

Byrne smiled darkly, and said no more.

Blake sat in his office distraught, far less relaxed than he had just shown to Bourne.

Although he was entrusted by Rockefeller to build this railway, it was completely to catch ducks on the shelves.

Although he was very hard-mouthed just now, how could it be possible to bypass Scott in the construction of a new railroad in New Mexico, whether it was policy or financing.

Although Bourne's words just now were mostly fake and powerful, they more or less represented Scott's attitude.

This railway is not easy to repair.

However, at this time, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

"Come in!"

The head of his subordinate poked in through the crack in the door:

"Boss, there is a Chinese named Chen Jianqiu who wants to see you."

Blake was in a state of irritability: "Chinese? Chen Jianqiu? I don't know, I don't see! ”

But the door was opened, and Chen Jianqiu, who was dressed in denim clothes, walked in, and Sean and a few of them followed behind.

"Who let you in?" Blake looked at Chen Jianqiu angrily and scolded angrily: "Get out!" ”

Chen Jianqiu ignored him, sat directly on the sofa in the office, took off the leather gloves on his hands, and threw them on the table.

"I'm a friend of Mr. Astor, and besides, on behalf of Scott, there's something I'd like to talk to you about." He took the letter from Steward Astor from his bosom and handed it to Blake.

Blake unfolded the letter, glanced at the badge of the Astor family in the lower right corner, and his face softened a lot.

He just wanted to say a pleasant greeting, but Chen Jianqiu said bluntly: "I want to buy a part of the equity of the railway from Albuquerque to Roswell, and I hope you can delay his construction time." ”

Blake, who had just eased up, suddenly exploded like a powder keg that had been ignited.

He waved the letter and scolded loudly, "Who do you think you are? Yokel! Even Astor and Scott themselves don't dare to talk to me like that! ”

The day of the railroad tycoon was terrible.

In less than an hour, two different people spoke to him in a similar manner.

Are young people so horizontal now?

"Mr. Blake, this is not a consultation, but a notice, on behalf of Mr. Scott." Chen Jianqiu didn't mean to stay longer at all, so he turned around and left.

"I'll fuck you Scott!" Blake finally couldn't help it anymore and cursed.

Chen Jianqiu listened to his scolding and walked out of the office.

They walked past the group of heavily armed bodyguards, and behind them were in the office on the second floor, and Blake's scolding was shocking.

"Boss, we're just leaving?" Sean asked, a little puzzled.

"The original plan was to have a good talk with him, but looking at the current situation, I guess I don't need to." Chen Jianqiu got on the horse, "Find a place to rest, tomorrow, it's more important." ”

One more, two more later

(End of chapter)