That's it?

This was the word that came to Donald's mind for some time afterward.

From the moment the car started, although it was beautifully decorated, but it was like an old woman suffering from emphysema staggering on the road,

Donald finally realized that he was no longer the little clerk in the Central Railway Company who wanted to be submissive when he saw the executives, and wanted to kneel down when he saw the big financiers.

He is now the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple of the Ministry of Rites of the Ming Empire, the honorary baron of the Ming Dynasty, the preparer of the King of Pingxi, and the evangelion of the Jews - Jeneral Sangui!

Although the name of Vanderbilt was briefly shocking to Donald, the shock on Steve's old face was doubled when he pouted and pulled out an aluminum pocket watch from the large suitcase as a gift for Steve.

Donald gestured with both hands to play the accordion and said, "Don't thank me, it's all a little bit of my boss's heart...... Of course, this is all for the sake of Mrs. Julie's face. ”

"Lady Julie?"

Steve was stunned, apparently realizing that his daughter's relationship with the Yellow Crane seemed to have reached an extremely intimate level.

But for some reason, Steve gently stroked the light aluminum pocket watch in his hand, but there was no trace of anger in his heart.

"Thank you to Mr. Huang He for coming to New York ...... time."

"It's hard, my boss is a busy guy, you know, this place in New York has some not-so-good memories for him, but you trust me, he has amazing property in the West!"

West!

Amazing industry!

That's right, it must be like this!

Steve commissioned an investigation into Julie's correspondence and found that she had started sending frequent letters six months ago.

And that was half a year after Lincoln's Homestead Act went into effect.

In the past six months, many young people in the central and western regions have become vigorous and rich because of oil.

According to the information provided by the detectives, the most suspect among them was a young man named John D. Rockefeller.

The 24-year-old is no slouch and is now building a gold-making refinery in Ohio with his partners and expanding further west.

Of course, these were the detective's reasoning, but now it seems very likely.

The most important thing is that, according to previous investigations, the young man named Rockefeller was born in New York.

He was born in 1839 in the small town of Youngja on the banks of the Hudson River in New York, not far from Vanderbilt Hills.

Rockefeller's family was very poor as a child, and he even worked as a lowly laborer on the docks.

It wasn't until 10 years ago that Rockefeller moved to Ohio with his parents.

It's just that I didn't expect that the trees died, the people moved, and soon after the move, Rockefeller began to show amazing business talent......

Combined with Donald's remark that "this place in New York has some not-so-good memories", Steve can almost come up with a complete script.

In the cold winter weather, Margaret, the faithful head maid, and her angel-like young lady build a Christmas snowman in her spacious yard.

A thin, thinly dressed little boy watched all this through a metal fence.

He wanted to get close, he wanted to say hello, but he knew that they were people of two worlds.

For the next ten years, the boy continued to work hard with that childhood vision, and finally became a rich young man on the rich side, even more than the girl's father.

He finally mustered up the courage to write the first letter to the girl......

In Steve's mind, the image of a super big licking dog has quickly jumped on the page.

Of course, he didn't know that his daughter was actually the real licking dog.

Well, anyway, there are still a lot of problems with this brain-made story.

For example, how did Rockefeller, a young oil tycoon, start writing?

Why did he lure Julie into sending money in a steady stream?

In fact, if Steve could calm down and read the works of "Yellow Crane", he would definitely get the answers.

Unfortunately, like most Americans, especially middle-aged Americans, Steve's interest in reading is limited to stock daily newspapers and astringent magazines.

In the end, Steve decided that Yellow Crane was Rockefeller, and Rockefeller was Yellow Crane's, and it was he who remembered the little boy named Jack who he had hired casually by the butler before, and it was said that he had received a five-cent tip from Donald.

Honestly, it's not normal for a Jew to be so generous.

But if you think about it, isn't it because his boss, Rockefeller, used to do the same job as Jack on the docks?

Perhaps this is why Rockefeller demanded that his men be kind to these stinking dock coolies.

In this way, all the chains of evidence are connected, and Steve already has seventy percent, no, eighty percent certainty, that his prospective son-in-law is the new oil king.

To be honest, Steve is very happy with the result.

Although according to the old man's idea, it is best for Julie to marry into a wealthy European family.

But where are those nobles whose eyes are above the top so easy to cling to?

And although those guys have a long family name and a castle full of classical atmosphere, other than that, many of them are downright poor.

If you are looking for such a person as a son-in-law, then you must bet on the possibility that your father will pass on most of the assets of the consortium to you.

Otherwise, with Steve's current financial situation, he would not be able to support a moth-eater nobleman who only eats but does not do it.

After all, he is only the son of the elder Vanderbilt who is least optimistic, and he has far less access to resources than William and other brothers.

But now it's different.

Although his son-in-law is not a European aristocrat, he is indeed a young rich man, and he is definitely a potential stock.

As long as he hugged his thighs, even if his father kicked his legs and left most of his property to William, he would not become embarrassed.

As for whether his good son-in-law has a chance to surpass his father in the future, Steve has not thought about it.

After all, where can a legend of wealth like Xiang's father be replicated casually?

"By the way, Mr. Donald, what do these three weird symbols mean on this pocket watch?" Before Steve tucked away the aluminium watch, he noticed the difference on the back of the watch with curiosity.

"It's Chinese characters, a beautiful kind of writing."

This pocket watch is one of the many gifts that Zhu Fugui packed for Donald to bring, and if the other party is indeed a member of the Vanderbilt family, he can give it away.

Hearing that it was a Chinese text, Vanderbilt raised an eyebrow.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or an evil sect, in the past six months, I don't know how many times I have heard about the deeds of the Chinese.

First, his daughter's hair ran away with the Chinese, and then I heard that the Chinese doctor cured the general of the Southern Yankees, and last month, even the Brooklyn shipyard came a group of Chinese!

Oh no, those seem to be Japanese.

But almost, in any case, it's all damn Orientals.

Aren't these Orientals planning to take over the world?

Such a ridiculous idea suddenly occurred in Steve's mind, and then he laughed dumbly.

How can a country that can be attacked by 20,000 colonial troops to break through its capital be threatened?

Holding back a smile, Steve Te smiled and asked, "Mr. Donald, your boss's hobby is really unique, and he even knows the writing of the Far East, speaking of which, what do these three symbols mean?" ”

"Fan Wen Chen, these are these three weird syllables of Fan Wencheng."

Donald smiled and said, "This is your Chinese name Mr. Steve Vanderbilt, you should know that Orientals like to put their last name first......"

Donald almost choked on his own saliva.

Because it was just speculation, Zhu Fugui did not tell the identity of the partner

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