America 1881: Legend of the West

The gun lay quietly in the corner of the cabinet.

It looked very much like the shotguns he had seen before crossing over, and its style was incompatible with the folding 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 an experimental shotgun, pump action. I took the trigger cutoff off so it fires faster."

He shrugged: "But this design is not popular with the big buyers now. They think the new design may malfunction. In addition, those guns sold well in the past, so I am too lazy to debug and improve them. "

Chen Jianqiu narrowed his eyes.

Isn’t this the later Winchester 1897 prototype gun?

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

"Then give me another Colt revolver, but please help me change it. I hope it will have more stable performance."

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

He finished writing the last line on the paper, picked up the seal, stamped it, and blew on it a few times.

Browning walked into the back room, opened the safe, took out some U.S. dollars, and then handed the U.S. dollars and the piece of 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 Father Sigmund's bank at the other end of town to exchange it. .”

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

Chen Jianqiu took the piece of paper and handed the money back to Browning:

"This is what we paid for the gun."

Browning was stunned. There are still people who don't want to give money?

"But you saved me and escorted me and my cargo safely to the town."

"Make friends, maybe we will deal with a lot in the future." Chen Jianqiu waved his hand and walked out, "By the way, let me know when you have changed it, and I will get it. In addition, prepare a sharper one for me. dagger."

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

……

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

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

When they walked into the legendary "Papa Sigmund's Bank", they were stunned.

What kind of bank is this? This is obviously a police station.

The house is on one floor, with half an office and half a cell. There are all handcuffs and hinges on the shelf next to the cell, but they all seem to be rusty and have not been used for a long time.

To the left of the entrance is the bounty notice board, but it is empty.

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

Xiao En felt a little scared. Although he had experienced so many battles with Chen Jianqiu, he still had an innate fear of places like the Public Security Bureau.

Chen Jianqiu knocked on the table.

The old man's head turned, and a large pool of saliva drooled from the place where he had pressed it, soaking his beard.

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

The table fell apart and fell to the floor, while the man lunged forward like a dog eating shit.

"Who?" The old man fell to pieces, wiped his face with his left hand, and reached for the gun from his waist with his right hand.

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

Chen Jianqiu now understands why Browning's father wanted 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 piece of paper doubtfully, and after reading it, his expression changed.

"Hello, my name is Sigmund Cohen, and I am the police chief 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.

This name sounds like a Jew. No wonder Browning said this is a bank. In fact, it is more like a black market. Sheriff is a job and doing business is a life.

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

"Yes." Chen Jianqiu nodded.

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

The old man lit the lamp.

From the outside, it is really unimaginable that this house actually has an extremely huge basement. There are so many different things stacked in it, but one thing in common is that it may not be easy to buy in grocery stores outside. . Chen Jianqiu even saw two wooden boxes in a corner with "explosives" written on them.

"My dear, you have everything here." Sean sighed.

"You'd better not touch it casually. The bottle in your hand is the refined venom of oleander." The old man snorted, and Sean was so frightened that he quickly put the bottle back.

"Do you have any subordinates? You maintain law and order, and you do business. Hey, what if someone cares about your precious treasures?" Sean became curious again.

"So I only do business with acquaintances. As for public security, if everyone has a gun, then everyone is equal. What does it have to do with me? If they think the gun is not powerful enough, they can ask Browning to sell some of the explosives to them on my behalf." The old man disagreed, "By the way, why do you talk so much nonsense?"

"Take out your things." Chen Jianqiu said to Sean.

Sean took out the bag from his clothes and poured the two gold bars and a pile of small gold nuggets onto the table.

Chen Jianqiu picked one up and put it back.

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

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

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

"This is customary, 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. Recently, there have been fewer and fewer gold diggers, and his exchange business has not been opened for a long time: "You can't find a suitable buyer nearby, if it's not Browning."

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

"Okay, okay, for Mr. Browning's sake, I'll take 4%." Old Sigmund still gave in.

Chen Jianqiu then poured all the gold back onto the scale.

28 ounces total.

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

When you have money, you naturally need to make some purchases.

When the three of them walked out of the clothing store in the town, they had changed their looks. Sean chose a pair of gray overalls, while 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 pure colors to mixed ones.