Three hundred dollars in ten days!

Why is this a period of time added? And it's so short?

There is no way. Huang San is so stingy. Didn’t Li Mengyang work for him? After half a year, there are also some dollars. These dollars are the capital for Li Mengyang to pay back the money. However, these dollars are not paid out every month like in the future. Instead, they are like the wages of migrant workers, and they are paid after the New Year. So Huang San doesn’t want to give them. What he meant was to just pay off these dollars.

I have never seen such a stingy person, so Li Mengyang said this period, you, Huang San, will give me my salary, and within 10 days, I will pay you three hundred dollars!

10 US dollars, this is Li Mengyang's wages. Of course, it was left over because of this. Huang Rong even cried. On one side, she was sorry for Brother Mengyang, and on the other side, her father was too much...

10 dollars to 300? Is it a magic trick?

But since we have said it, we have to do this!

Li Mengyang is not a person who speaks vernacularly, he has really found a way to magic tricks.

Five days later, San Francisco was still sunny, but at sunset, there were fewer pedestrians. A Conestoga caravan parked alone by the road, as if waiting for someone...

Old Steven was the earliest San Francisco, but he was older and could not do gold digging. However, he had a caravan that he usually relied on shipping goods to make a living.

But it was strange today. In the afternoon, a Chinese worker came to him and didn't say anything. He just gave him a note, which said that Sheriff Curtis of the San Francisco Police Department needed a carriage, and the reward was pretty good, two dollars, and he was asked to wait for half an evening. The Chinese worker paid a deposit of 50 cents first.

Policeman, Steven, naturally, knew that many of those guys were all messy, but it seemed that they were very powerful in the past two days. Those who have any big or small things in San Francisco have been asked for police, rather than public security, which seems to have something to do with the public trial.

Old Steven didn't go to the public trial. He wanted to deliver goods. I heard that the one named Johnson is not bad, but who knows... What if he doesn't matter, it's enough to make money anyway.

So, Old Steven...

"Sir, it's James Curtis..."

Finally a policeman came over. He was dressed in a denim outfit, and it seemed that his clothes didn't fit well, which felt like he was small and big. Moreover, the brim of the denim hat was very low, making people unable to see his face clearly. Only a beard could be seen on his face, but Old Steven still knew the badge on his chest.

"Don't talk too much, just do what I said."

"..." Old Steven felt that the police officer's accent was strange. He seemed to have never heard of it. In addition, this guy's beard seemed a bit strange, but he couldn't say what kind of strange method. The key was that the old man's eyes were not enough at night.

"Okay sir." Anyway, he was a policeman, so Steven had to obey his orders. Didn't he look at the gun on his waist?

‘Black beard and black eyes, well, maybe this guy is a descendant of the Spanish or the Romans…’ Old Steven thought so.

"Let's go to Levi Strauss's store first." The 'police officer' didn't say much.

"YES-SIR!" Old Steven shook the reins lightly, and Conestoga's caravan started...

"Oh, it's really here."

"Is there really a profit?"

"If that bastard doesn't give us money, sisters, we'll unite and beat him up!"

"right!"

When the caravan arrived in front of the Strauss store, there were already several women standing here. This was definitely a beautiful scenery in San Francisco at night. Of course, if you look closer, you will definitely find that these women have thick arms and legs, and the scenery is thicker.

There is no way, they are all working women and female workers in Strauss' shops, so don't ask too much.

"WOOHO!" Look! The men in San Francisco are not too demanding, they either whistle or drool.

"Girls, get in the car!" The police officer yelled at the scenery. The female workers took their skirts into the car without saying a word, but after they got in the car.

"Is there really a dollar?"

"Yes! Otherwise we won't go!"

"If the time is exceeded, we won't go!"

People say that three women play in one play, but now there are definitely more than one.

"Don't worry! After completing the work, you will be paid soon. In less than a few hours, you will be able to earn a dollar each!"

When all the working women saw that the police officer was talking now, they all wisely lowered their voices.

"Where is the damn Chinese worker who sent us leaflets?"

"Yes, are you all in the same group?"

"Don't worry, that damn Chinese worker was sent by me!"

Seeing the policeman say this, these women will stop calling. They all came after reading the flyer that said one night, saying a dollar was written.

"You weren't asking us to sell meat, are you?"

"Yes! We are all good women!"

Then the "Police Officer" really had a headache. If you good women saw the flyer, how could they stand here and wait?

"If you don't want to make money, get out of the car now!" The police officer threw down this sentence and ignored them, blocked the curtain of the caravan, and said to Old Steven: "In a minute, set out outside the city!"

Correspondent!

A minute later, no one got out of the car. Old Steven shook the reins and the caravan started!

The gold mine is in Sacramento, and this place is originally a small fortress. Although gold digging is important, people have to live a life. Therefore, there are many gold digger camps between San Francisco and Sacramento.

There is no way. Since San Francisco is booming and Sacramento is also booming, then the natural housing prices have also risen. Is the reason why gold diggers make money is because they are a penny?

Therefore, they can't afford to buy a house, so they can only try their luck in gold.

This evening, a very interesting caravan came in a gold digger gathering area nearest to San Francisco...

"Half a dollar! Half a dollar! Pure beauty is waiting for you! Just in the caravan, it's so close to you! It's only half a dollar!"

Half a dollar? Pure beauty?

Old Steven really wanted to laugh at the beginning because the police officer insisted on him shouting like that. Isn't this so funny?

Is this... pimp? It's really not. It's too cheap to come once at 50 cents.

"Beauty? Real or fake? Can you send it for 50 cents?" Hearing the word "Beauty", many gold diggers surrounded him.

Even the bitches in San Francisco have disappeared, not to mention the gold digger camp. This is really a place where men's silks gather. Look at the green eyes of these gold diggers, they can imagine their days!

"Look! Do you understand? Look!" Old Steven said very tough. This state has not been seen on him for a long time. But today, isn't there a police officer behind him? "Who told you that you can do it! Just look, you can't take action!"

"SHIT! Just look at me and I want half a dollar. ** I think the dollar is for nothing!"

Yes, this price is indeed a bit crap, but it's...

"I'll see!" If you don't look, there will be others watching it!

"**None of the crazy ones? Just look at it for half a dollar?"

"You have to care! Give it 50 cents, let me go and see it!"

What a damn!

When it was clang, there was a small box on the ground, and half a dollar coin was smashed in and made a crisp sound.

"Remember, you can only see, not touch!" Old Steven emphasized before this hungry guy entered. At the same time, he also glanced behind him, and the meaning was very obvious.

We are watching the police officer!

"OK!OK!"

After saying that, the hungry guy went in. Outside the caravan, a bunch of gold diggers, old Steven and the police officer, were all watching outside.

With a second sound, the red match head burned after violent friction, and a candle in the center of the caravan was lit.

“OH-MY-GOD!”

The gold diggers standing outside the caravan saw the inside of the caravan blocked by white cloth lit up, and there were many shadows shaking there. One of them was wearing a cowboy hat, which was definitely no one interested, while the other shadows, the curve... it seemed like they were really beautiful!

It was impossible to judge whether he was a beauty or not by using a layer of cloth like this, but at this time, the gold diggers all decided that he was definitely a beauty!

"Okay! Get out of here, boy!"

"Fake! That's that short time?"

"Unless you add money, the next person will be in!"

"What?"

That's right, the guy who just thought it was too expensive is now sluggishly stretching his neck and trying to look into the caravan!

"Look at it one by one! Don't worry, half a dollar!...Farke! No! One dollar!...what? If you pay two dollars, do you have to look first?..."

The crowd was surging, and in the end, even the "police officer" on the side had to come over to maintain order and collect money.
Chapter completed!