The passengers who were still talking about staying away from Chen Jianqiu just now opened their mouths wide.

They had a hard time believing that this yellow-skinned hillbilly would know the lord of the luxury carriage.

Under their watch, Chen Jianqiu and the writer stood up, followed the attendants, and walked towards the luxury carriage behind.

In fact, there were everyone in the carriage, and some luggage could not be put down, and it was blocked in the aisle.

Chen Jianqiu and the writer, led by the servants, passed through several carriages one by one, and finally came to the door of the luxury carriage.

Russell, who had just met, stood at the door of the carriage, he was very professional, and the expression on his face did not change much.

He opened the door of the carriage, and the servants and writers in front of him walked in.

But when Chen Jianqiu was about to follow in, he was stopped by Russell reaching out.

"Please hand over your gun, sir." The detective's voice was not emotional, "This is our job, please cooperate." ”

Chen Jianqiu didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned his head and left.

He didn't care who the people in this carriage were, if he really wanted to know, he just let Sean go out a little later.

The owner of the carriage was probably able to tell him what color the black man was.

But he hadn't taken two steps when a voice came out of the carriage: "What about Mr. Mark Twain's bodyguard friend?" Why didn't you come in? ”

The servant who had come with them just now hurriedly ran out of the door, and when he saw Chen Jianqiu turning his head and walking back, he hurriedly rushed forward and greeted loudly:

"Sir, sir, come back quickly."

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and shook his head regretfully at the servant: "I'm afraid I won't be able to pass your 'security regulations', you know, in the west, we will not disarm under the orders of anyone other than the law enforcers." ”

"Especially when something like that just happened." He added, "There are too many bad guys. ”

"Sir, please explain, what do you mean by that?" Rose's face was a little downcast, and he was very dissatisfied with Chen Jianqiu's words with a gun and a stick.

"Alright, alright! I beg you, two, stop arguing. The servant walked between the two of them, and with a bitter look on his face, he turned to the detective.

"Mr. Russell, I know that you are very professional, and thank you very much for your dedication. Give me face. Mr. Mark Twain and his bodyguards were invited by us, and there is no reason to stop people at the door. ”

Russell didn't know if he had rhinitis or if there was something else wrong with his nose, so he wiped his nose with a square towel again, and snorted angrily:

"I'm just a bodyguard hired by you, and I fulfill my obligation to protect you, so you can do whatever you want."

So, Chen Jianqiu followed the servant and swaggered into the carriage.

The carriages were very luxurious, with a red carpet covered with camel hair on the floor, and it was spotless; Two silver chandeliers hang side by side from the ceiling of the carriage.

Chen Jianqiu took out his pocket watch, it was about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and it was sunny outside, but the chandelier was on.

Because the velvet curtains were drawn, and the outside was covered with a thin layer of silky white gauze.

The whole carriage has a retro crimson color, with red cedar planks covering and wrapping the iron sheet on the roof and walls of the carriage.

The furnishings are also red, and the red oak furnishings are placed in the carriages, with tables, bookcases, and even a bed, and if you look closely, you can see that the craftsmanship is very delicate, and must have been made by skilled craftsmen.

On the wall at the top of the carriage hung two paintings, the owners of which were clearly very precious to them, because they were framed in beautiful gilded picture frames, which in themselves were worth a lot of money.

When the servant saw Chen Jianqiu's gaze, he pointed to one of the paintings.

Chen Jianqiu seems to have a little impression of this painting, he saw it before the crossing, it is mottled in color, and the impact of light and shadow is extremely strong.

"This painting is the young master's favorite, the name is "Sunrise Impression", the author is a Frenchman, named Monet; The brains of Europe could not accept anything new, and it is said that the painter was so poor that he was dying of hunger. ”

"The young master has sent an invitation to those people, and is arranging an exhibition for them in New York."

Chen Jianqiu sighed a little, who would have thought that the painting in front of him was the pioneering work of impressionism, and a hundred years later it would become a priceless treasure of the Marmodan Art Museum in France.

It's a pity that if Monet wants to make a fortune, it will take at least twenty years.

The servant continued to say to him:

"These carriages are customized by the young master, and they are usually placed in the New York train station, and when needed, they can be directly connected to the front of the train and left."

It was still the 19th century American tycoon who would play, Chen Jianqiu originally thought that the back was just the first-class seat of the railway company, but he didn't think that it was the private carriage of the rich.

A young man is talking and laughing with Mark Twain under a painting.

"Your Excellency, you are really too humorous, hahaha......"

I don't know what kind of short joke the writer told him, but the young man leaned back and slapped the table with laughter.

"I really love your work. I'm your loyal reader, that ...... Yes, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, I bought many, many copies and gave them to our friends. ”

Mark Twain seemed to like the innocence and straightforwardness of young people, and he laughed along.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is John Jacob Astor IV, and the elder Astor is my great-grandfather." The young man suddenly realized that he hadn't introduced himself yet, and he said apologetically.

The Astor family, probably one of the richest families in the whole of America at the time, was the largest landowner in New York.

The young man stood up, he turned around and saw Chen Jianqiu standing at the door, and beckoned to him, "Sir, please take a seat." ”

The young man walked over to a bookcase, opened the drawer under the cabinet, and pulled out a thick stack of manuscripts.

He walked back to Mark Twain's side and handed him the manuscript: "Actually, I have always had a desire to be a writer, and this is the beginning of my "Journey to the Stars", and I hope you can give some advice. ”

The writer took the manuscript and began to look at it one by one, and the young man leaned back on the table, leaning forward, looking nervous and expectant.

Chen Jianqiu is not very interested in this kind of local tyrant chasing star-chasing scene, just give him a round of applause after the local tyrant happily rewards.

He began to look at the carriage continuously.

The cabinet where the young man had taken the manuscript before was filled with all kinds of artworks, and Chen Jianqiu had no doubts about the authenticity of these things.

However, when his gaze swept to the middle floor of the cabinet, he suddenly stopped.

He was attracted by the book-like thing that sat there.

The album was set aside alone, and there was a bookmark-like thing in it, apparently just flipped through, presumably from the table when they entered.

The packaging of the album looked ordinary from the outside, but the string of names on the spine kept him focused.

The name on it is:

George Lockhart.

Thank you for the song the day after tomorrow, please call me Wolf Master, decadent text, a monthly pass to pass the time, thank you for your recommended tickets and subscriptions.

The first watch, the second watch is a little later

(End of chapter)