Chapter 298: The First Official Meeting of New Roswell
October, Roswell, Council Hall.
The new town is holding its first collective meeting since its re-establishment.
Just last month, the number of residents in the town with legal status exceeded 1,000.
As a resident representative, Chen Jianqiu applied to the state government to re-establish the town of Roswell.
In order to show his generosity, Scott took the initiative to introduce the bill in the state legislature.
Although some questioned the town's disproportionately high percentage of Chinese-American residents, it was quickly repelled by Republican state legislators.
This small town, rooted in the oil fields, pays taxes to the state treasury.
Are people asking for independence or are they asking for autonomy? Or do you deny other races entry? The "Welcome to Roswell" sign still stands at the entrance of the town, written in English, Spanish, and Chinese.
It fully embodies the spirit of the Constitution of equality and freedom.
New Mexico is not California, nor is it Texas.
Everyone is a legitimate citizen, so what's wrong with building a town near the border where birds don't? Eat your flour?
What's more, the mayor they elected was still a white man named Danny.
None of the Lincolnshire residents closest to Roswell said anything, you guys are well fed?
As a result, the application for the establishment of the town was quickly approved.
And now, the leadership team of Roswell Town is sitting around the long table in the conference hall.
They are:
Mayor of the town β Danny
Postmaster General β Sean
Joint Sheriff, Roswell Four β Wyatt, Holiday, Hanif, Abiot
Tax Officer - Li Sifu
The actual captain of the Border Patrol Team - Asuka
Vice-Captain - Hawley
In addition, there are several people who are not officials, but who are also very important:
Principal of Roswell Night School β Holmes
Head of the clinic - Teresa
Chairman of the Roswell Refinery Labor Union - Niu San
Chairman of the Agricultural Association - Zhang Danian
But they all sat along both sides of the long table in turn, and the one who really sat on the main seat at the end of the long table was Chen Jianqiu, who did not have any official position.
Sitting on his left and right hands were lawyer Dylan, who also had no official status, and Camilla, who was dressed in red.
One of them acted as Chen Jianqiu's staff behind the scenes because of Scott, while the other was the actual supreme leader of the Long Xiang group.
"How many people in California and New Mexico have been legally granted legal status this month?" Chen Jianqiu picked up the teacup in his hand, brought it to his mouth and took a sip.
This tea was brought back from San Francisco, and it tastes pretty good.
"About five or six hundred." Dylan replied, "Based on the information from both sides, I've put it together. β
"Well, five or six hundred, that's about twenty people a day." Chen Jianqiu made a rough calculation and nodded, "Let them not worry, don't take too much at once, otherwise it will attract the attention of the Federal Immigration Bureau." β
"These people are all people who are full of idle eggs." He remembered someone's face for no apparent reason.
"Okay." Dylan's answer was very brief.
"Uncle Danian, how is the harvest in the experimental field?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly noticed the silent Zhang Danian, "I'll go to the field with you after the meeting." β
Zhang Danian sighed: "It's still not good, even if the canal water can be irrigated, but the soil is still too poor." β
"Only the corn grows okay, and the wheat is not very good." Zhang Danian shook his head, "Young Master, you may still have to get food from outside." β
Chen Jianqiu looked at the ceiling.
There was a skylight there, and the sunlight shone in through the skylight and shone on the wall behind him.
On the wall hangs a map of Roswell's surroundings.
Although the area is large, there is still no land to plant.
It seems that achieving food self-sufficiency is really not an easy task.
There was silence in the conference hall, and everyone was looking at Chen Jianqiu who was looking up at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Danny, how does it feel to be Mayor Mare?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly moved his gaze back from the skylight and teased Danny on the side.
"It's not good, I told you I didn't want to be the mayor of the town." Danny rolled his eyes at Chen Jianqiu, he was very unaccustomed to wearing formal clothes.
The shirt and bow tie took his breath away.
"Hehe, whether in terms of age or other aspects, you are the most suitable person." Chen Jianqiu smiled brightly.
He crossed his fingers and said to Hawley, "Your father is an upright and sincere man. β
"Honest man." Hawley whispered, and then was gently patted on the head by Teresa next to him.
"All tea! All drink tea! Chen Jianqiu shouted at Li Sifu: "Make tea for everyone and taste Chinese specialties." And melon seeds, take them out. β
So, Roswell's new tax officer began to make tea and hand melon seeds to everyone.
The oppressive atmosphere in the conference hall was alleviated for a while, and the internal meeting was turned into a tea party.
Everyone began to discuss things in their respective areas of responsibility.
The U.S. commander who succeeded Crook was Nelson Myers, who adopted a strategy of contraction, which limited the effectiveness of Geronimo's attacks on the border, and the Indian offensive was temporarily weakened.
Browning and the others were in retreat, but Holmes told them about the situation in the munitions factory.
Their rifles were sold to Texas, but the competition was fierce, and new products and sales were needed.
Everyone continued to discuss the problem, and before they knew it, it was already noon.
Only blacks were left without speaking.
"Well, Astor IV has written a letter." Sean took out a letter from his bag and passed it to Chen Jianqiu from the table.
Chen Jianqiu tore open the envelope, unfolded the letterhead, and read it.
After his last board meeting, he wrote a letter to Astor asking about the incomplete liquidation of the shares of Santa Fe Railroad Co., Ltd. and the slow flow of these funds in his hands.
Astor gave him advice: open a small bank on his own, apply for a license from the state government, and he had money and prestige in Lincolnshire anyway.
Chen Jianqiu handed over the matter to Abiot, and he was going to Santa Fe recently anyway.
"How's Scott's over there?"
At the mention of Santa Fe, Chen Jianqiu suddenly remembered the old fox.
During this time, the incense he should have put on was not less at all.
"He's been focusing on the civilian movement lately, and the power of this group is spreading in the western states, with a tendency to rise in New Mexico, posing a certain threat to the Republican Party." Abiot stretched.
He thought of something, and like Sean, he took out a letter from his pocket: "Oh, by the way, he's assigned us another task." β
Abiot took a sip of the tea on the table, apparently feeling good about the drink.
"He's going to kill Thiago."
Scott was flipping through the newspaper in his office one day when he suddenly saw a photo of himself and his brother on the table, and he was immediately sad.
After thinking about it, he still felt that Chen Jianqiu was the most reliable.
"He took us like Pinkerton?" Chen Jianqiu pursed his lips, "Even Pinkerton, there is no reason to handle cases across borders." β
"Where is he now?" Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment and asked.
Abiot looked at Wyatt, and Wyatt looked at Asuka.
Asuka, as a member of the Border Patrol Team, has been tracking the whereabouts of this person.
He pointed to a place on the map behind Chen Jianqiu.
"At the "Pass of the North" (Spanish: EI Paso del Norte, present-day Juarez, renamed in 1888, all referred to as JuΓ‘rez for narrative convenience)"