After arranging things in New York, Chen Jianqiu stepped on the train back to Roswell.

He had planned to return to Roswell directly, but when he didn't expect to do so, he was stopped by the enthusiastic city councillor.

The councillor was Scott's henchman.

So, when Chen Jianqiu saw his fat face full of smiles on the platform.

He knew that Scott must have been looking for him again.

"What is Scott looking for me?" In the carriage, Chen Jianqiu asked.

"I don't know, Councillor Scott only said to look for you, not anything else." The city councillor still had a greasy smile on his face.

It looks harmless to humans and animals.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the carriage.

Chen Jianqiu opened the curtain on the carriage window and looked out.

A group of men dressed in merchant clothes held signs with a man's name written on them: Raymond Russ

"Raymond Russ! New Mexico's Savior! Tony Davis is an idiot! ”

Tony Davis is an impression, Chen Jianqiu is impressed.

If memory serves, the last time I saw him in Albuquerque, he later became mayor of Albuquerque.

As for the other name, he was really not familiar with it.

"Who is Raymond Russ?" Chen Jianqiu asked the fat councillor opposite.

"The Democratic Party's most likely candidate for gubernatorial election this time." "Actually, he's a fool too." ”

When he said this, the parliamentarian suddenly realized that the word "also" seemed to be inappropriate, and quickly shut up.

Chen Jianqiu patted his head.

He remembered that New Mexico was going to run for a new gubernatorial election recently.

Could it be that the Republican candidate Scott is the mayor of Albuquerque that even lawmakers think is a fool?

Although New Mexico was a quasi-state at this time, it had not yet been formally incorporated into the Union.

But the Republicans and Democrats are no less competitive here than those in the eastern states.

"You're going to nominate Davis?" Chen Jianqiu looked at the councillor.

"Uh, this." The parliamentarian hesitated for a long time and did not say anything.

Looking at this parliamentarian who pretends to be stupid every day, Chen Jianqiu stopped asking.

The two quickly arrived in front of Scott's office.

This mansion is very familiar to Chen Jianqiu.

Ever since Roswell had more business, he would often run here.

In the name of reporting to Mr. Scott, he actually got a bunch of privileges from him.

Scott was standing at his desk and smoking a cigarette.

In Chen Jianqiu's impression, this old man's face rarely seemed to be so ugly.

"What's wrong? Old man? Chen Jianqiu sat on the chair, leaned on the back of the chair, looked angry, and asked lazily, "Why don't I get you something golden to be happy?" ”

"Have fun in New York?" Scott glanced at Chen Jianqiu and asked angrily.

"Hey, you're not mad about that, are you?" Chen Jianqiu sat up with a disapproving look, "I don't mean to change my court, I went to New York just to expand some business." ”

"You'd better focus on the business in the state first." Scott picked up an envelope on the table and threw it towards Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu pinched his two fingers lightly, and the envelope honestly fell into his hand.

He opened the envelope and found several newspaper clippings and a black-and-white photograph inside.

The newspaper clippings were all about exposing how Scott and the Republican Party were doing evil in New Mexico.

Chen Jianqiu took a look, a small part of it was real, and most of it was fake.

On a scale, he thinks so-so, because the things Scott has done are far worse than these.

The author of these newspaper clippings is the same person, named Marcel Landry.

"Editor-in-chief of the Santa Fe Star." Scott slapped the table heavily, "How did you do it with the Border Detective Agency?" I cut this newspaper clipping out of the newspaper myself! ”

"Could it be a Democratic-controlled newspaper?" Chen Jianqiu flipped over.

"So what?" Scott said angrily, "These people have been on the ground since the Civil War, and they still want to turn the other way around?" ”

Chen Jianqiu pulled out the black-and-white photo and looked at it.

"Killed?" He made a neck wipe gesture at Scott.

Scott barely got burned by the cigarette in his hand.

"Don't kill this and kill that at every turn, okay? Do I look that much like a murderer? Now that the election is approaching, don't bother me, okay? ”

"You know, my hands and feet have always been clean." Chen Jianqiu looked at Scott,

Scott actually thought about it for a moment.

"Forget it, you better talk to him first, that is, to convince him, understand?"

The old man is still kind-hearted and has no intention of making a dead move.

"Understood." Chen Jianqiu stood up and prepared to leave.

He knew that Scott's "talk" was certainly not that simple.

At this point, there is no more communication at the partisan level, it is nothing more than threats and mutual spraying.

Otherwise, let the fat-headed, big-eared city councilor sitting across from him go.

Why let yourself come forward.

When Chen Jianqiu walked out of the office, there were only two people left in the room, Scott and the city councilor.

The fat congressman changed the smile on his face, and his face sank:

"Mr. Councillor, do you really think that Chan is a controllable person now? Will he continue to serve us? ”

Scott sat back in his large chair and didn't reply for a moment.

The fat councillor stood up.

He walked to the window, and through the window, he looked at Chen Jianqiu's figure leaving downstairs.

"He acted like a fool in front of us, but I heard from the board of directors of the Santa Fe Railroad that he was not like that in the company at all!"

"He is now very powerful, and he is involved in more and more business, and I heard that DuPont has suffered at his hands!"

"The most terrifying thing is that no one can infiltrate Roswell now, and we don't know much about what is going on inside!"

The fat man walked up to Scott and lowered his voice.

He said a very important question.

"Mr. Councillor, you haven't noticed that there are more and more yellow-skinned Chinese in Santa Fe and Albuquerque recently, right?"

Scott sunk into his chair, his face dark.

He really hadn't noticed this if it hadn't been for the fat councillor's reminder.

Chen Jianqiu is indeed better than those previous "night pots".

But I do seem to be too indulgent to him.

Every time Abiot came to report to him, it was the same, and there was no wave.

Could it be that he has been bought by Chen Jianqiu?

This Chinese businessman has been in front of him, but he has not forgotten that this guy used to be a ruthless character who committed all kinds of big crimes in the western states.

However, when he sent someone to Colorado to deal with things not long ago, he found that Chen Jianqiu's crimes had almost all been erased.

Scott's face became more and more ugly, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

He suddenly found that this person seemed to be much more difficult to deal with than the previous McCall, the leader of the Crocodile Gang.

This time, is it your own tiger that is causing trouble?

Seeing that Scott was silent, the fat city councillor came up again.

"I have a solution."

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(End of chapter)