On the second floor of Clinton Castle, the doors and windows of the small conference room were closed and smoky, and a group of the most powerful people in New York were meeting here. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the moderator of the meeting, J.P. Morgan was ready to fight a protracted battle, which could not be concluded in a day or two, and it was impossible to satisfy everyone, and even if he wanted the majority to be satisfied, he had to go through constant negotiations, compromises, and concessions to find a balance that most people could accept.

In the morning, four hours into the meeting, J.P. Morgan rubbed the corners of his reddened eyes and gently buttoned the tabletop.

The conference room, which was as noisy as a vegetable market, suddenly fell silent.

"Gentlemen, I think we both understand the bottom line that is acceptable to each other, so I propose to adjourn the meeting for the time being, we need time to reassess our worth, and I would like to remind gentlemen that Mr. Tweed is still the mayor of New York, so everything we are talking about now is not actually valid, at least we should let Mr. Tweed vacate the mayor's position first, and then we can make plans again." J.P. Morgan spoke softly, but with unmistakable firmness.

"Yes, we all need to calm down so we can see ourselves." John D. Rockefeller was in favor of adjourning the meeting, but there seemed to be something more to it than that.

"That's right, we need to do our own thing, not meddle in the wild." Gould's expression was still cold, this guy had no friends, so there was no one on his left and right positions.

John Rockefeller and Gould had a quarrel just now, and John Rockefeller wanted the New York Water Company and wanted to build a new oil pipeline in New York.

Gould didn't want to build the oil pipeline, but Gould also wanted the New York Water Company.

Everyone knows that the water company is a big project, this company was originally controlled by Tweed, and now Tweed's fall is imminent, so the people who are qualified to take over are ready to move.

"Jimmy, I have a bottle of 43 year old red wine, would you like to try it later?" Cornelius Vanderbilt offered to woo Gould.

The railroads in New York were controlled by only three people: Tweed, Gould, and Corneliers Vanderbilt, who had a claim to the railroad controlled by Tweed, as did Corneliers Vanderbilt.

Compared with the withdrawn Gould, Cornelius Vanderbilt is more human and popular, so sharing may be a good choice.

"It's a great honor—" Gould had to back down.

At the New York Water Company, Gould already had a disagreement with Rockefeller, and if there was a disagreement with Cornelius Vanderbilt on the railroad, Gould would not be able to cope with the double pressure of both Rockefeller and Corneliers Vanderbilt.

After the crowd dispersed, a tired J.P. Morgan walked up the spiral staircase to the third floor, where Li Mu was waiting for J.P. Morgan on the sealed balcony.

"Ream, let me say what you like, you always surprise people, whether it's in Cuba or New York." J.P. Morgan poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all.

"Hehe, the value of life lies in constantly climbing the peak, if you don't know how to persevere, then you will never know how beautiful the scenery at the top of the peak is." Li Mu did not respond positively, and this passage is enough to show Li Mu's attitude.

"Okay, please call me next time you want to leave, and we can take care of it together." J.P. Morgan has something to say.

"Of course, there's a question, what do you want?" Li Mu was curious, anyway, now that Li Mu has got what he wants, it doesn't matter if he asks more.

"I want a quiet and peaceful New York, where everyone is doing things within the rules of the game, so that it will be easier for us to make money, and if you look at San Diego now, Reem you should understand that turmoil brings only death." J.P. Morgan has pursuits, and he deserves to be called a person with a "moral halo."

"So do you think the rules of the game in New York were normal before?" Li Mu directly exposed J.P. Morgan's lies.

"Not really, but if we want to change the rules of the game, at least we can choose a more normal way." J.P. Morgan was calm, and from J.P.Morgan's point of view, J.P. Morgan had reason to oppose Li Mu's radicalization.

"Just now, the parliament did not pass a proposal to impeach Tweed, so the normal way will not solve the problem at all, and only by breaking the existing shackles can we have a better tomorrow." Li Mu didn't have time to wait for Tweed to die naturally, since he could speed up all this, then don't hesitate.

"Don't worry, when the negotiations here have a result, the impeachment will naturally pass." J.P. Morgan is not in a hurry, for a Wall Street boss like J.P. Morgan, Tweed has strength, but not strength.

"Passing does not mean that everything is fine, and when the procedure goes to court, maybe the centennial celebration of the United States has already passed." Li Mu is not very optimistic.

"Hehe, sin will be punished in the end." J.P. Morgan admits this, but J.P. Morgan is not discouraged, and justice will prevail.

From the perspective of J. P. Morgan and Li Mu, this matter is just, but from Tweed's point of view, this matter is definitely not justice.

While Li Mu and J. P. Morgan were playing Tai Chi, a cruise ship was loading cargo on the East River in New York.

At least nearly 100 gunmen were on guard on the shore, armed with the latest python pistols and shotguns, some of them carrying grenades.

There was a villa near the shore, and the cruise ship was docked at the improvised pier next to the villa, and the people who loaded the cargo were also gunmen with pistols, and the boxes they carried looked a little heavy, so that only two people could go up on the gangplank at a time.

Right on the second floor of the villa, Tweed and Henderson stood against the railing.

"Trying to impeach us through parliament is wishful thinking, and if we only have that ability, we can't be in New York for ten years." Tweed is still the powerful Tweed, although his hair is slightly messy, the expression on his face is a little tired, and the bow tie on the neckline is not very neat, but he has been in the top position for a long time and still gives Tweed enough momentum, and when Tweed cheers up, no one can ignore Tweed.

"I have sent a telegram to Mr. Samon Chase, and I think he should know how." Henderson looked at the crowd beneath his feet, his eyes confused and sad.

"We can't pin our hopes on anyone, the only person we can trust is ourselves, and at this time, there must be guys who want to take advantage of the opportunity, so we have to be prepared for both." Tweed has already felt the crisis, so it is necessary to plan a way out in advance.

"London is ready, and Mr. William Yurt Gladstone has promised you political asylum, so I would suggest you go now." Henderson's fighting spirit was running low, and England became a safe haven for Henderson.

Although the United States was nominally the son of the British, in fact the relationship between the Americans and the British had not been very good, and if the British had not intervened in the Civil War, the war would not have lasted so long, perhaps it would have ended in 1864, because of the small actions of the British, the war was extended for a year.

If Tweed wants to escape the punishment of the law, then fleeing to the United Kingdom is the best option, William Jurte Gladstone is the current Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, although Tweed does not believe in William Würth Gladstone's promises, but it is clear that this is the only way for Tweed to survive at the moment.

"No, I'm not going to run away from New York like a lost dog, no one can judge me, no one can beat me, I'm William Tweed." Tweed was categorical and refused to choose the path of escape.

In its original history, Tweed was charged with forgery and theft, and was released shortly after his arrest. The state of New York then charged Tweed with stealing $6 million, so he was imprisoned until $3 million bail was paid, and Tweed was not allowed to meet with his family.

While serving his sentence in prison, Tweed was allowed to go out for walks in the company of prison guards.

In December 1875, Tweed took advantage of a walk and absconded to Spain, where he was extradited to the United States a year later, where he died in prison.

In this time and space, because of Li Mu's appearance, many things are obviously different, so Tweed chose the United Kingdom this time.

Well, it's Britain because of all that money on board, no one and money can't get by, and the British Empire is the same.

Two hours later, when the boxes were finally filled, Tweed went downstairs and hugged his three sons and seven grandchildren one by one.

"Father, let's go together—" Tom, the eldest son, grimaced.

"No, New York is where I should be, go, don't hesitate, don't come back, and when the kids grow up, tell them I love them, very much—" Tweed hugged his youngest granddaughter and kissed him again and again.

Seeing off the reluctant children, Tweed returned to his villa and began to write letters, which were a bit too many to write, and the lights in the villa were on until late.

Oh, and by the way, this is a lamp from Tsushima Electric Company, which requires a separate power supply, and each set of equipment is worth about $10,000.

It's ironic that Tweed used Li Mu's products to deal with Li Mu, but I don't know who will win this time.

Off the coast of New York, Tom stood at the stern of the boat, watching the lights farther and farther away, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Sir, you need to come and see—" shouted the captain from inside the bridge.

Tom wiped away his tears and hurried to the bridge.

Right next to Tom's cruise ship, a warship with its hull logo obscured was walking side by side with them.

"God—" Tom muttered to himself, and in this busy sea, Tom could not think of anything, not even to call for help.

There was finally movement on the warship, catching the bright moonlight, and Tom saw a skull flag raised from the warship.

"Sea, pirate?" Tom felt incredulous, when would pirates be able to equip warships?