America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 69 The German Smile
"I refuse." Chen Jianqiu answered very simply.

If it was just the money for selling the horse, Chen Jianqiu would not be able to risk personal casualties and get involved in disputes with the town's security office, not to mention that the German guy clearly used him as a gunman.

This price tag is far from enough.

"You are strong and strong, why should I take action?" Chen Jianqiu said.

Clark was a little surprised by Chen Jianqiu's decisive refusal, but his face quickly recovered.

He stood up, turned around, leaned on the railing on the wooden platform with one hand, and pointed to the trading crowd below with the other:
"Do you know why I built such an underground market? Or, do you know why I set the condition that only those with a bounty can enter this market?"

"Because I don't want to see these guys lose their dreams. I don't want them to give up a promising career because they can't sell what they have."

If Chen Jianqiu was drinking water at this time, he would be choked to death by himself.

Taking the opportunity to find a group of desperadoes to help you with work, just say, why is it so disgusting, don't you feel embarrassed.

"Only those of us understand each other and have a common language. My place is not only a place for trading, but also a platform for communication."

"I also want it to be bigger, better and safer."

Clark seemed to be immersed in his own world, and his voice was trembling with excitement, which made Chen Jianqiu suspect that what he had in his mouth just now was not chewing tobacco, but something else.

"We've been here for almost two years. I'm a businessman now. I don't kill or rob. Before Pitkin County was established, we got along very well with the old sheriff there, but..."

He pointed to the photo on the table.

"This person, as if born out of the ground this year, has been threatening to bring me to justice. He keeps sending people to harass my business."

"I'm not afraid of him, but he's annoying like a maggot. You know, I'm not a person who likes to fight and kill. Can you make him disappear in front of me?"

"Mr. Lackfield, I have no interest in the grievances between you and him. If there is nothing else, I will go first."

Chen Jianqiu didn't even say a word, he stood up and was about to leave.

The expression on Clark's face was uncertain, while his subordinates began to exchange glances. They rarely saw their boss deflated, and it was face to face, under the public in the hall.

"Well, you keep those horses, but I can only give you a quarter of the market price," Clark seemed to think of something.

"No, sir, I'd rather let them go at this price." Chen Jianqiu didn't stop, and continued to walk outside the door.

"Then you make a price?"

"Original price, no discount." Chen Jianqiu continued his usual style of bargaining.

Clark sighed, and seemed to have made up his mind: "The original price is the original price, just treat it as making friends with someone like you."

His face changed into a smile, and he waved to his subordinates: "Go and collect the horses, and give the money to this gentleman,

After handing over the horses, Chen Jianqiu and his party got on their own horses and left the farm.

In the barn, Clark sat back in the leather chair again. His expression was completely different from before, as unfathomable as a lake.

"Boss, just let them go like this?" His subordinates approached and asked.

The German took another handful from the chewing box on the table and put it in his mouth. After chewing a few times, he called his men over and whispered a few words in his ear.

The subordinates nodded repeatedly.

After Clark finished his orders, his subordinates straightened up, greeted the cowboys around him, and were about to go out, but they were stopped by their boss again.

"Also, send someone to Denver, send these horses back to Fultz, and tell him that Chen Jianqiu is here; if he wants to ask how these horses came, he will say that a merchant bought them from the market."

After the arrangements were made, a smile appeared on Clark's face again, but the smile was extremely cold.

Germans like to laugh, which is rare, and when they do, nothing good happens.

……

"Boss, isn't that German guy a little too talkative?" Asuka was riding on the horse, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Chen Jianqiu just said "hmm".

The German kept saying that he was a businessman, but his actions were full of weirdness.

There should also be something hidden in his words that he didn't tell them.

It's not that he has never seen a businessman who is willing to suffer, but he is by no means like Clark.

He didn't really want to swim in this muddy water, but the tree wanted to be quiet but the wind kept blowing. If this person really had some ulterior plan, he could only take one step at a time.

"Let's go back to Holmes and get out of here as soon as possible."

……

Fairs in small towns in the western United States often last for many days, and the vendors who participate in the fairs either live nearby, or simply sleep in tents or caravans.

Especially those who juggle or perform circuses. After the market is over, these people often pack their bags and go to the next town where the market is held.

However, that will be a long time after the bumps.These people all have their own housekeeping skills, and they bring some fluid vitality to this western land.

Holmes likes to visit these stalls in the market very much. In his words, he, like these people traveling in the west, is measuring the unknown land with his feet. He loves everything he sees, It would take him out of that damned treasure map for a while.

No, early in the morning, Holmes stopped in front of the booth of a man who claimed to be a painter, and he was selling his landscape paintings to Holmes.

"Sir, these are copied from every piece of land I set foot in the west. You see, this is the Grand Canyon of Colorado. When I drew this picture, the canyon had just finished a heavy rain. You see, the rainbow is very beautiful .” The painter pointed to an oil painting on the shelf next to him, and introduced.

His words also attracted a bunch of people passing by.

Holmes took a closer look and shook his head: "No, sir, your drawing is wrong. The Colorado Canyon is a sedimentary rock, and there is something wrong with the lines you drew; and I should have been to this place in your drawing, it's not like that .”

After hearing this, the spectators gradually dispersed. Holmes put his hands behind his back and prepared to leave.

The artist's neck turned red instantly, and he grabbed Holmes: "Sir, you can't slander my paintings, you have to speak clearly."

Holmes turned around and was about to argue with him when a voice sounded from the side: "Let me buy this painting for this gentleman."

The geologist turned his head and saw two people standing by the stall. He seemed to have seen these two people before, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them.

"Do you think my hat is enough for this painting?" One of the men took off his hat and handed it to the painter.

The hat was a bit dirty, but it was leather, well made, with a beautiful ring of metal stars on the brim.

Without saying a word, the painter took the hat, rolled up the scroll, and handed it to him.

"Let's go, Mr. Holmes, let's go to the town and have a cup of coffee." The man relieved the geologist and said to him.

Holmes followed the two out of the market, but when they reached a deserted place, one of the men suddenly turned around and put a sack on his head.

Holmes felt his eyes go dark, and then his whole body was tied up.

　Thank you for your recommendation tickets, thank you for your collection and follow-up, thank you very much.

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