Red Dead Redemption: The Great Philanthropist of the West

"Then I wonder if you have any news about Sean, Henry?" Dutch looked at Henry expectantly.

“I don’t have any concrete information yet. After all, no one has commissioned me to investigate these things. Dutch, you know I have an information bar in Blackwater. Also, Josiah Trelawney works for me in Saint Denis. Out of respect for Josiah, I’ll give you another piece of information for free: on the day of the heist, a bounty hunter organization did capture a troublemaker. As for whether it was Sean, we’ll have to investigate to find out.” Henry walked to the window, admiring the snow outside. In his previous life, Henry was a southerner, and he still had a certain longing for snow.

Dutch immediately understood Henry's words. Henry meant that this was a business deal, and he couldn't keep taking advantage of his intelligence for free. As for Trelawney, Trelawney had indeed mentioned it to him vaguely before, but he didn't know that Trelawney's boss was the man in front of him.

At this time, Dutch actually preferred and trusted formal transactions more. He didn't want to owe Henry so many favors in the long run, as it would make him lose face in front of Henry, which was something he couldn't allow.

"If I would like to ask Henry to help me investigate Sean's situation, how much would your commission fee be?"

"That depends on the level of intelligence you need. If it's just to confirm whether the person who was captured is Sean, then $50 will do. If you need detailed information such as Sean's current situation, where he is being held, and what kind of treatment he will face, then you will need to pay $1000. Even if you need me to help you rescue Sean, that's also possible, it will only cost $10,000. You know, I don't keep all of this money, a large part of it is used to grease palms. This is a discounted price after I've done someone a favor. If it were someone else, they might not be able to rescue him even if they paid $20,000."

Henry pretended to think for a moment before speaking slowly. In reality, with his current power in Blackwater, he could easily get rid of Ike Skye with a few hundred dollars through some behind-the-scenes maneuvering and then replace him with someone else.

It's just that this is a sensitive time, and he's about to run for councilor. This case has become quite a big deal, so he doesn't want to cause any more trouble. It's good to give the Fan gang some headaches.

"If it's confirmed to be Sean, Henry, you just need to help investigate the details. We'll find a way to rescue him. We're a family, and we won't abandon any member unless he leaves on his own."

Dutch actually wanted Henry to rescue Sean directly, but after his series of blunders, the gang only had a few hundred dollars left and was short of money.

"Henry, I wonder if we can pay the commission fee later? You know our current situation. But don't worry, we'll make it up to you soon."

Dutch was a little embarrassed; the gang was so poor it was embarrassing. He never thought he would be troubled by money one day.

"Of course I trust you, Dutch. And as a friend, you're being too formal. I'll arrange for someone to investigate. I'll have someone send the information to you then. As for the money, you can give it to me whenever you have it. Don't worry about it."

"Alright, I'll go back and discuss the train with the gang members now. See you later!"

......

A few days later.

The snowstorm had gradually subsided, and thanks to the favorable environment and ample food, the injuries of the members of the Fan Gang had almost fully recovered.

As Henry walked out of his house, he saw Arthur standing silently smoking a cigarette in front of the Van Bang camp.

"Why aren't you hunting today? You're so leisurely smoking here. And that expression... Arthur, you idiot, are you contemplating life?" Henry teased Arthur.

However, Arthur wasn't in a good mood this time. Instead of retorting to Henry as usual, he shook his head, gesturing for Henry to look into the house. At that moment, the sound of Hosea and Dutch arguing could be heard from inside the house.

"Why are we doing this? The weather has improved, and we can leave here at any time."

“I thought we were going to keep a low profile. This is different from what we discussed before; this wasn’t part of our plan, Dutch,” Hosea said to Dutch, his expression a mixture of annoyance and frustration.

However, Dutch kept busy, organizing his equipment and having Bill take the explosives with him so he could go ahead and plant them at the planned location.

Noticing that others were also watching their conversation, apart from Bill, the others stopped what they were doing. As the gang's second-in-command and strategist, Hosea's words carried considerable influence.

Perhaps Dutch felt that his prestige had indeed declined after the Blackwater incident, so he turned around, stared at Hosea, and said, "What do you want me to do, Hosea?"

Facing Dutch's gaze, Hosea yielded slightly and turned his body to the side:

“I just don’t want any more people to die. We’ve already caused enough trouble. Pinkerton is still tracking us. And this time, the person you’re robbing is a famous tycoon with a vast business empire. He’s Leviticus Cornwall, a big shot in the whole of America. His picture is even printed on cigarette cards. Do you think it’s appropriate to offend someone like that now?”

“We are not dead. Look, I am not dead, and neither are you, Arthur, nor even the Calander brothers, nor Jenny. We are all fine, we are not dead.”

I know Cornwall is a very wealthy man, and it's precisely because we know he's rich that we're thinking of having him share some of his good things with us. We need money now, we really need it, and all our money is stuck in Blackwater. Do you want to go back to Blackwater now?

Hosea couldn't bring himself to stand up to Dutch's oppressive tone.

“I don’t want to.” He could only shake his head helplessly. “Listen, Dutch, I’m not trying to sabotage you. I just… I just want us to stick to the plan, which means keeping a low profile, and then go back to the West. We can’t afford to make any more enemies. Especially not these rich and powerful ones.”

In the past few days of planning, Hosea had directly rejected Dutch's plan to rob the train, especially after learning that the train belonged to the tycoon Cornwall. He had assumed Dutch had heeded his advice and abandoned the heist. But today, he saw that Dutch, Micah, and Bill had secretly prepared everything and had a plan he was unaware of...

“What choice do we have? Without money, we can’t go anywhere, let alone the West or faraway Tahiti.” Saying this, he bypassed Hosea and shouted directly to Micah, Javier, and Lenny, “Gentlemen, it’s time for our business to succeed. Ride your horses, we’re going to rob the Big Rich’s train.”