America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chen Jianqiu is still waiting for Eva in the back garden of the clothing store.

When we last met, there was a paper bag under his desk, but now it's a calfskin box.

"Dark red? Show it to me." Chen Jianqiu looked at the portfolio in Eva's hand with interest.

"You know, I won't ask for high prices." Eva handed the portfolio to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu opened the file bag.

He took out a few torn pieces of paper inside and glanced at them by the light.

"can."

Chen Jianqiu affirmed the value of intelligence.

Eva breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Jianqiu lifted the box on the table and pushed it in front of her.

The woman opened the box, and there was glittering gold inside.

"Have you brought the gun I gave you?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly asked.

"I brought it." Eva closed the box and lied, "Are you worried that it won't be safe for me, a woman, to carry so much gold so late at night?"

"As long as you don't have the hobby of taking out gold and admiring it on the street, it shouldn't be a problem."

Chen Jianqiu lit a cigar for himself.

"But I remember reminding you last time that you have been suspected by Harriman and your situation is quite dangerous."

He took a puff of his cigar and looked at Eva:

"Moreover, the government's lawsuit against Northern Securities has reached its end, and they have little chance of winning."

"I won't do it after this job." Eva sat on the chair opposite Chen Jianqiu.

"I plan to resign when I go back and leave New York," she said. "This money will be enough for me to support myself for the rest of my life."

"Aren't you having a heated fight with little Rockefeller? I heard that I have met the parents." Chen Jianqiu blinked.

"Is the famous Mr. Chen also such a gossip?" Eva glanced at Chen Jianqiu.

"I'm just curious. Last time you said you wanted to change your target, so I recommended someone with good looks and family background to you, and also gave you a full set of intelligence information for free."

Chen Jianqiu knocked ashes from his cigarette.

"According to the saying in my hometown, if you succeed, I will be regarded as your 'matchmaker', and it will be regarded as a karma," he said.

"I have never loved him." Eva's expression was as plain as water. "I naively thought I could marry into a wealthy family, but it turned out that I was as naked as a newborn lamb in front of them."

"Well, it's true that you can't know its depth without seeing its front door. Although old Rockefeller was also a poor man when he married his wife, he scraped together 25 US dollars to welcome his wife into the door."

Chen Jianqiu blinked at Eva.

It seems that he has not given up his efforts to bring this "karma" together.

"But you can try to make cooked rice out of raw rice, and try to blackmail old Rockefeller with your big belly. He doesn't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face, so he might want you to marry him."

"Mr. Chen, I know you look down on me." Eva looked at Chen Jianqiu, her lips trembling slightly, "I don't think this is a very interesting joke."

Chen Jianqiu suddenly thought of something and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm going to remind you of a childhood you can't bear to look back on."

"As you know, I am an illegitimate child. Since I was a child, I have not known who my father is."

Eva looked up at the sky.

"I once asked my mother why we didn't go find him, but every time I brought it up, my mother would go crazy."

"He may have forgotten us a long time ago. Even if he is found, he will not recognize us. Otherwise, he will not come to see us for decades."

"It's possible he's dead." Chen Jianqiu added.

In the West of that era, it was all too common for a person to disappear without a trace.

When people think of him, maybe he has turned into a piece of wolf dung.

"If you die, just die." Eva didn't mind at all that her father, whom she had never met, was sentenced to death by Chen Jianqiu. "I don't want my child and I to end up like that."

"Believe me, little Rockefeller should not be this kind of person." Chen Jianqiu raised his eyebrows, "I feel that he loves you very much."

Eva looked at the sky and smiled, feeling helpless and sad:

"Mr. Chen, I don't know what love is. No one has loved me since I was a child, and I have never loved anyone."

"As for love, I can't explain it clearly." Chen Jianqiu held a cigar in his mouth, put his hands behind his head, and leaned on the back of his chair. "But I bet that Mr. Rockefeller is willing to do anything for you now."

"Really? Then, I was moved and fell in love with him?" Eva looked mocking.

"I'm not a fortune teller. If you ask me, who should I ask?" Chen Jianqiu stood up.

"Okay, it's getting late. I won't say anything else. If you encounter any difficulties in the west, just write me a letter and let me know. If we can help you through cooperation, I will still help you."

Eva also stood up from her chair.

She wanted to lift the box, but found that she couldn't complete this action with one hand, so she used the other hand.

Chen Jianqiu didn't make any gentlemanly move to help, but watched Eva walk out of the backyard door crookedly.

He glanced at his watch and his eyes fell on the lamp by the back door.

A moth seemed to be attracted by the light, and hit the light bulb with a thud.

The moth was ejected, and after regaining its flight stability, it crashed into it again, and so on.

"I hope you can come. It's up to you to decide whether you two live or die." Chen Jianqiu said to himself.

Eva walked out of the courtyard with a small box in both hands.

As before, she walked forward along the dim alley, intending to take a detour and return to her car along the riverside road.

At this point, there were no pedestrians on the road, and there were only a few street lights on, far apart.

Eva walked along the road.

Her forehead was already sweating, and the hair on her temples was wet and stuck to her temples.

Eva put down the box and wiped the sweat from her head.

But when she raised her head again, she suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a person standing in the darkness on the road ahead, where the street lights could not reach it.

"Who, who is there?" Eva became nervous and shouted to the shadow.

The black shadow slowly moved under the street lamp.

A ferocious face emerged from the darkness.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Harriman sniffed and said viciously, "I've been so good to you, but you bitch actually betrayed me!"

After seeing Harriman's face clearly, Eva regained her composure.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, honey," she said. "I'm here to get some clothes. Why are you here?"

"Stop pretending, you bitch!" Harriman pointed at Eva, "What suitcase of clothes needs two hands to carry? Huh?"

"The pieces of paper you took away were deliberately placed in the trash can by me. I didn't go far at all. At that time, you were the only one on them!"

"Morgan told me a long time ago that there was a mole in the company, and I couldn't find out no matter how hard I tried. I never thought it was you!"

Harriman's hand reached into his clothes: "Speak! Why did you betray me?"

After being exposed, Eva became even calmer:

"Mr. Harriman, is there a possibility that I was lying to you from the beginning?"

"Bitch! Do you know how we people in the West treat traitors?"

Harriman took his hands out of his clothes.

He was holding a revolver.

The air is a little stagnant.

Eva felt like she was hearing hallucinations.

She thought she heard a roar.

The woman suddenly regretted not listening to Chen Jianqiu's words and bringing her gun.

Harriman raised his gun.

Eva dropped the box and ran away.

However, no shots were fired.

Instead, there was a muffled sound of "bang".

Eva ran into the darkness before turning her head.

A car came out of nowhere and stopped diagonally in the middle of the road.

The two headlights of the car were on, and two beams of light cut through the dark night.

Looking in the direction of the lamppost, it was on the ground about ten meters directly in front of the car.

Harriman lay on the ground, motionless, with a pool of blood underneath him, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.