America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 29 The Jewish Sheriff

The gun lay quietly in the corner of the cabinet.

It looked very much like the shotguns he had seen before crossing, and the style was incompatible with the folded breech-loading shotguns next to it.

"What kind of gun is this?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

Browning was still writing something on the paper, and glanced at the gun:

"Oh, it was a test piece, a shotgun, pump action, I removed his trigger cut-off so it could fire faster."

He shrugged: "But such a design is not welcomed by those big purchasers now, they feel that the new design may malfunction, and the original guns are selling well, so I don't bother to debug and improve them. "

Chen Jianqiu narrowed his eyes.

Isn't this the prototype gun of Winchester 1897?

"I want this one. You help me debug it and ask for the lowest failure rate. I will pay you according to the market price." Chen Jianqiu said.

"And then give me a Colt revolver, but please change it for me, I hope to have more stable performance."

"Okay, no problem. I will personally modify the gun for you. The barrel and rifling will be made according to your requirements. Behind this gun shop is my studio." Browning nodded.

After writing the last line on the paper, he picked up the stamp and stamped it, and blew on it a few times.

Browning walked into the back room, opened the safe, took out some US dollars, and handed the US dollars and the paper in his hand to Chen Jianqiu.

"This is a guarantee and certificate. I don't have much cash here. You can use these first. If you need to exchange gold, you can use this certificate to go to the bank of Father Sigmund in the town to exchange it." .”

"By the way, there are also grocery stores and clothing stores in the town. You can also go to buy some supplies. They won't make things difficult for you."

Chen Jianqiu took the paper, but handed the money back to Browning:
"This is the money we paid for the gun."

Browning was stunned, and there are people who give money?
"But you saved me and escorted me and my cargo safely to the town."

"Make friends, maybe we will have many contacts in the future." Chen Jianqiu waved his hand and walked out, "By the way, tell me if it's changed, and I'll get it. Also, prepare a sharper one for me." dagger."

In fact, Chen Jianqiu prefers to use an ax rather than a dagger, but an ax cannot be hidden in a boot after all.

……

"Boss, why do you think there is a bank in such a small town, and you need certificates and guarantees to exchange gold in the bank?"

Sean asked while eating a berry pie he bought at the grocery store.

When they walked into the legendary "Father Sigmund's Bank", they were dumbfounded.

What kind of bank is this? This is obviously a security office.

The room is only one floor, half of which is an office, and half is a prison cell. There are handcuff hinges on the shelf next to the cell, but they seem to be rusty and have not been used for a long time.

On the left hand side of the door is the bounty notice board, but it is empty.

An old man with white hair was napping on the table, snoring so loudly that the window glass was shaking.

Xiao En was a little apprehensive. Although he had experienced so many battles with Chen Jianqiu, he still had an innate fear of places like the public security station.

Chen Jianqiu knocked on the table.

The old man turned his head over, and a puddle of saliva flowed from the place where it was pressed, and his beard was wet.

Chen Jianqiu held a table leg with his hand, and with a little force, the table leg left his original position.

The table fell apart and fell to the ground, and the man threw himself forward and ate a piece of shit.

"Who?" The old man fell into a mess, wiped his face with his left hand, and took out the gun in his right hand.

When he saw three people of different skin colors standing in front of him, the disgust on his face was even worse: "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before? If you have something to do, go outside the door and solve it yourself, don't bother me."

Chen Jianqiu now understands why Browning's father wants to open a gun shop in this town.

He handed the piece of paper in his hand to the old man.

The old man took the paper suspiciously, and after reading it, his expression changed.

"Hello, my name is Sigmund Cohen, and I'm the sheriff here." The old man stretched out his hand, "Mr. Browning said you want to exchange gold?"

Chen Jianqiu also stretched out his hand and shook it with him.

The name sounds like a Jew. No wonder Browning said that this is a bank. In fact, this is more like a black market. The sheriff is a job, and business is a life.

What's more, it seems that the old man doesn't care much about his work.

"Yes." Chen Jianqiu nodded.

"Then please come with me." The old man opened the door of the basement and led several people into the basement.

The old man turned on the lamp.

From the outside, it is really unimaginable that this house actually has an extremely large basement, and there are a lot of things piled up in it, all kinds of things, but there is one thing in common, that is, it may not be easy to buy in the grocery store outside .Chen Jianqiu even saw two wooden boxes with "dynamite" written on them in one corner.

"Hey, you have everything here." Sean sighed.

"You'd better not touch it casually. The bottle in your hand is the venom extracted from oleander." The old man snorted coldly, and Xiao En quickly put the bottle back in fright.

"Do you have any subordinates? It's maintaining law and order and doing business. Hey, what if someone misses your treasures?" Sean became curious again.

"So I only do business with acquaintances. As for law and order, if everyone has a gun, all beings are equal. What do I care? If they think the gun is not strong enough, they can ask Browning to sell some explosives to them on my behalf." The old man didn't take it seriously, "By the way, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Take out the things." Chen Jianqiu said to Xiao En.

Sean took out the bag from the meat-covered clothes, and dumped the two gold bars and a bunch of small gold nuggets on the table.

Chen Jianqiu picked up one and put it back.

The old man was a little surprised, but said nothing, and poured the rest of the gold into the scale.

"A total of 18 ounces." The old man confirmed the reading on the scale, and gave Chen Jianqiu a look, "I will exchange it for you at the market price of 20 US dollars per ounce, and take a 1% commission."

"Ten percent?" Sean's jaw almost dropped.

"This is the custom, my child." The old man took out a small notebook and recorded something in it.

"Six percent." Chen Jianqiu took another gold bar from the scale.

The old man was a little hesitant. There have been fewer and fewer gold diggers recently, and his own exchange business has not opened for a long time: "You can't find a suitable buyer nearby, if it is not Browning."

"Four percent." Chen Jianqiu simply left a small gold nugget on the scale.

"Okay, okay, for Mr. Browning's sake, I'll charge [-]%." Old Sigmund still gave in.

Only then did Chen Jianqiu pour all the gold back onto the scale.

Makes a total of 28 oz.

The old man took a stack of dollars from the safe and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

With money, it is natural to buy something.

When the three of them came out of the town's clothing store again, their appearances had changed. Sean picked out a pair of gray overalls, and Asuka found a well-fitting vest.

Chen Jianqiu was wearing a brand new dark red leather jacket and a wide-brimmed cowboy hat of the same color on his head.

He prefers sheer colors to mix and match.

(End of this chapter)