America 1881: Legend of the West

"Cuba?"

Chen Jianqiu thought for a while, said nothing, and returned the gun to the person in the arsenal.

Lieutenant Rhodes never expected that Chen Jianqiu's marksmanship was so good.

Now that he couldn't act cool in front of the guests, there was no point in staying at the shooting range, so he suggested going back to the factory in town for dinner.

The cook in the factory had already prepared a dinner to give Chen Jianqiu a good night's sleep. After eating and drinking, he signed the contract.

perfect!

Chen Jianqiu was very casual, and he followed the lieutenant out of the shooting range and rode into the town.

Along the way, Lieutenant Rhodes still tried to get close to the hidden Eastern businessman in front of him.

He now regrets his previous recklessness on the shooting range, which resulted in him becoming a laughing stock instead of performing well.

God knows what Mr. Chen is thinking now.

"Mr. Chen, how many years have you been in the United States? Are you still used to the life here?"

"Mr. Chen, are you married? Where is your wife from?"

"Mr. Chen"

Chen Jianqiu's ears were listening, his mouth was perfunctory, his eyes were looking ahead, and his mind was thinking about other things.

He didn't remember any of the questions the lieutenant asked along the way. He only knew that later on, it seemed that the lieutenant had begun to talk to himself about his experience of fighting wits with the Indians in Montana.

They soon returned to the arsenal.

They headed straight for the largest building in the middle of the arsenal.

It was not only the lieutenant's office, but also his private residence and banquet hall for receiving guests.

A young man pacing back and forth at the door caught Chen Jianqiu's attention.

This young man is dressed in a suit, with a white embroidered collar in front of his neck, and wavy hair. He is no different from the American young people you can see on the mainland.

But the reason why he caught Chen Jianqiu's attention was that this young man's hair was black.

He has a Latin American facial contour, but with some oriental flavor.

Chen Jianqiu felt a touch of kindness from his face; he found a familiar feeling from his eyes, which were also black.

This man is of mixed race.

But Chen Jianqiu was not in a hurry to speak, but continued walking inside with Lieutenant Rhodes.

When the young man saw the lieutenant returning, he hurriedly came up to greet him and did not notice Chen Jianqiu behind the lieutenant.

"Lieutenant, can we talk about weapons procurement?" He said as he hurried over.

But before he had taken a few steps, the lieutenant pointed his index finger at him with an indifferent expression, signaling him to stop:

"Sir, I'm very busy right now. We'll talk later when we're free."

The young man wanted to say something else, but two employees stepped forward to stop him.

Lieutenant Rhodes quickly walked to the door of the house, took out the key and opened the door.

He stepped aside and turned to Chen Jianqiu behind him, his expression suddenly changed.

The captain made an invitation gesture to the door and said to Chen Jianqiu with a smile:

"Mr. Chen, please come in!"

Chen Jianqiu walked forward unceremoniously and stepped onto the steps.

But before entering the door, he turned his head and looked at the young man.

The two men's eyes met.

When the young man saw Chen Jianqiu, he was stunned and stood on the spot.

After Chen Jianqiu gave him a meaningful look, he turned and walked into the room.

He stayed in Lieutenant Rhodes's office for about half an hour, listening to the director of the arsenal continue to brag about his military experience and how he led five or six soldiers surrounded by more than a hundred Indians. Outstanding.

Chen Jianqiu had no intention of checking whether the story he told was true or false, and just had a polite smile on his face.

Every general in the U.S. Army has a bag of stories about his time on the battlefield.

The opponents were either Confederates or Indians.

What these stories have in common is that the storyteller, that is, the protagonist of the story, starts off poorly and is outnumbered, but uses his own ingenuity and force comparable to the God of War to turn things around.

Quite American-style personal heroism.

The sky outside the window has completely darkened.

The office door suddenly opened, and the head of an arsenal employee squeezed in through the crack of the door:

"Lieutenant, Mr. Chen, dinner is ready. You can go and eat."

"Snapped!"

Lieutenant Rhodes clapped his hands and stood up.

He still had some unfinished ideas.

"Mr. Chen, let's go eat first. I also have a story about hand-to-hand combat with an Indian warrior. I'll tell it to you later when we're drinking."

The dinner was set in the lobby of the building.

This hall is not luxurious, but it is very spacious, and compared with other places in the arsenal, it is also very clean.

In addition to Chen Jianqiu and the captain, there were also lawyers who came with Chen Jianqiu to sign the contract, as well as engineers and some key personnel from the arsenal.

To Chen Jianqiu's surprise, the dinner turned out to be surprisingly sumptuous.

The people from the arsenal took their guns and went to the mountain to "search" in advance.

They killed a deer and several rabbits, and also killed several wild ducks on the river bank.

Now these animals have been plucked, skinned and turned into delicacies on the table.

The wine I drank was beer from Boston.

This beer is said to have been developed by another founding father, Samuel Adams.

This revolutionary, who is as famous as Washington, planned three of the most important events of American independence: "Revolt against the Sugar Act, the Stamp Act, and the Townshend Act", the "Boston Massacre", and the "Boston Tea Case."

He was born into a wine-making family, and he himself has very rich wine-making experience.

The wine developed by this brewer who was keen on rebellion was naturally very strong, and its alcohol content was unmatched by ordinary beer.

After a while of pushing cups and changing cups, Lieutenant Rhodes was already feeling a little dizzy.

His cheeks were red, he stood up unsteadily, and staggered up to Chen Jianqiu with a wine glass in his hand.

The lieutenant wanted to put his hand on Chen Jianqiu's shoulder, but the latter accidentally adjusted his sitting posture.

Rhode's hand was empty and he fell to the ground with a "plop".

The wine glass in his hand also fell to the ground, and the wine in the glass naturally spilled all over the floor.

Chen Jianqiu also stood up and pulled the lieutenant up from the ground with one hand.

Several arsenal employees also stepped down and came to help.

Rhodes was fine, except for a scratch on his palm and stains all over his clothes.

"Thank you, it's okay, it's okay."

Rhodes was still staggering when he stood up.

He held his hand on the edge of the table, shook his head, his tongue was a bit big, and said proudly to Chen Jianqiu:

"Mr. Chen, you, do you know that I also stayed in the Arizona Military District in the south, Jay, do you know Geronimo? That seal, the Indian God of War."