America 1881: They Call Me Legend

After Harris decided to solve the case, Chen Jianqiu waved to Sean behind him.

The black man was holding a small paper bag in his hand. He held the two corners of the paper bag and fell it on the table with a crash.

Harry glanced at it.

Several bundles of U.S. dollar bills, folded in half and tied with thin string.

"One thousand US dollars, deposit." Chen Jianqiu leaned back on the chair and crossed his legs carelessly, "I'm sorry, Detective, we country people only have zero money."

Harry looked over and over at Chen Jianqiu. This Chinese businessman looked earthy, wealthy, and wealthy.

How could you possibly deal with Lynch like this?

"Didn't you lose less than two hundred dollars?" he asked.

"I hope that bastard can be brought to justice." Chen Jianqiu looked jealous, "I hope you will send the best detective here."

"Uh, okay, sir, I will arrange it." Harry reached out to get the money on the table.

However, Chen Jianqiu's words interrupted his movements.

Although he knew that White might be telling the truth, at the same time, he also felt that his authority had been seriously challenged.

Harry's words sounded a bit unreasonable.

White's disdainful eyes scanned the faces of everyone in the room, "I've been with him for many years. This man is anything but simple!"

He briefly explained what had just happened to the three people sitting there.

Chen Jianqiu didn't talk nonsense and winked at Sean.

"Five hundred dollars, this is for you personally." Chen Jianqiu said, "If it's not enough, you can add more."

Since Pinkerton is in hot pursuit, let's just drag them out into the sunshine.

Since following Chen Jianqiu, he has never been short of money. In addition to regular dividends and the salary of the sheriff, he is the owner of a restaurant in Roswell.

Ten minutes later, in Harry's office, Donovan and Tom were sitting upright on the sofa, while Harry himself looked gloomy and smoked his pipe.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken this guy over from William Pinkerton when I left Austin.

"I'm afraid this won't work," he said. "For your safety, I hope you can just wait for good news."

"Then get him back! No matter what, I will see him in the office in ten minutes!"

"Are you short of money? Look at your potential." Chen Jianqiu glanced at him with disdain.

"Our boss has loved reading detective novels since he was a child!" said Sean behind him.

"Okay." He agreed reluctantly.

"Do you know where his farm is? Do you know how many people are on the farm? No, you don't know!"

He lifted his belt, glanced at the two people on the sofa with his nostrils, then walked to the chair in the corner and sat down.

"The most important thing is to take this opportunity to gain the trust of the Chinese businessman and get as many words out of him or the people around him as possible." Harry said as he lay in his chair and puffed away.

Harry was about to say a curse word out of his mouth, but he still held it back:

"However, Detective, I have one more request." The Chinese businessman crossed his fingers and placed them on his stomach. "I hope to participate in his arrest throughout the process."

"Be humble! You have to learn from the leading companies in the industry, you know?" As usual, Chen Jianqiu gave an answer that didn't look like an answer at all.

On the other side, after watching Chen Jianqiu leave, Harry returned to the room.

But he didn't show even a trace of pride on the surface.

"Boss, didn't we set up our own detective agency? Why do we still give money to these guys in Pinkerton?" Hanif was a little confused.

"Even then, the client must be brought along! No matter whether the client named Chen Jianqiu has any problems or not, he is now the employer! The employer's reasonable requirements need to be met."

"You said the same thing last time in Missouri. Not only did he not die, he reappeared! He even robbed a bank!"

What kind of idiot boss is this?

After a while, a little old man appeared at the door of the reception room.

The little old man collected the money and turned around to go out, but Harry's voice came from behind: "By the way, I'll ask Donovan, Tom, um, and White to come to my office in ten minutes."

I."

Harry's eyes followed the opening of the paper bag.

Harry felt uncomfortable looking at him.

"No shortage, no shortage." Hanif shrank his neck and smiled.

"Listen, White, based on your previous performance, I should have stopped all your salary. If you don't perform well, you will have to go dig coal in Tennessee."

He picked up the bundles of money scattered on the table one by one and threw them into the paper bag, leaving only three hundred dollars on the table. Then he pressed the paper bag and stuffed it into his clothes.

"Jesse James is not a problem at all. He was hit hard this time and it is said that he escaped alone." Harry smoked his pipe carelessly, "He is finished! White."

Chen Jianqiu stood up with a satisfied look on his face and led a group of people out of the detective agency's door.

His patience with White reached its limit.

Different from when he escaped before, Chen Jianqiu was ready to take the initiative this time.

Is there such a good thing?

Your own agents also need to find ways to become familiar with him and gain his trust before looking for opportunities to sneak in.

Although his voice was very low, Chen Jianqiu still heard him.

Harry cursed inwardly.

White said coldly.

There was a threat in his words.

White then lazily turned around, brushed Harry's shoulder and walked into the office.

White's words were sharp, but his mood did not fluctuate much. He sat motionless in his chair and spoke in a low voice.

Hanif has always believed that this is a positive attitude towards life.

Another dollar bill.

Now that he has come to get close to him, that's the best thing.

"Daniels! Daniels!" Harry stuck his head out of the door and shouted outside.

Donovan and Tom nodded.

Harry's hand stopped taking the money.

"Sir, why don't we wait for that bastard, we can handle it." Donovan said to Harry confidently.

In fact, except Hanif, most of the others understood Chen Jianqiu's intention.

Sean took out another paper bag and threw it in front of Harry.

Harry was originally worried that Chen Jianqiu would shrink back into the airtight Roswell after being thrown out of the mission.

"Give me a few thousand dollars, and I can dig out that guy all over the West," he muttered.

But he has an innate desire for money.

Harry put down his pipe and walked towards the door of his office without saying a word.

"Go and collect the money on the table. That is the deposit given by the customer and put it into your account." Harry ordered.

Harry closed the door and returned to his seat.

But if you don’t take the money, you won’t take it for free.

The little old man turned around and rolled his eyes in a circle: "Whitey is gone. I saw him going out just now, sir."

This man had just been suspended from work by William Pinkerton for having a fight with a colleague and was doing some self-reflection at home.

"Stop!" Harry quickly opened the door and shouted at White's back, "If you dare to leave now, I will deduct your salary for this month."

Although the guy named White has a very loose style and is very arrogant, he has to admit that this guy is now the most capable detective under him.

"Impossible. Chasing a fugitive is not just a game, especially a legendary bandit! There is no need to mix in so many uncertain factors. You are just fooling around!"

Just as he was about to close the door and start his meeting, a face appeared outside the crack of the door.

When White saw Harry closing the door, he turned around and walked away without saying a word.

"If I remember correctly, you haven't sent your father this month's living expenses yet, have you?"

White's face was pockmarked like the surface of the moon and began to tremble.

However, thinking of his father, he still held back.

If there is anything in this world that he deserves to miss, it is his father who lost a leg in the Civil War.

He gritted his teeth:

"Okay, I agree!"