The advantage of the acquisition is that it gives Chen Jianqiu the opportunity to integrate most of the western railway industry.

As for the disadvantage, it gave little Astor all kinds of reasons to let him go to New York.

To be honest, Chen Jianqiu doesn't hate the son of a New York real estate tycoon.

Little Astor helped him a lot.

Although I almost killed this product at the beginning.

However, judging from the time they have been together for so long, this young man is not bad in nature.

He just felt a little creepy every time he saw little Astor looking at him with an ambiguous smile.

In addition, the Astor Jr. mansion was a well-known social destination for New York's upper class.

His old lady, Caroline Astor, was keen on it.

As the inventor and speaker of the "high-end bureau" of New York's high society at the time: she organized the famous "The 400" ball, which only the rich and famous recognized by Mrs. Astor were eligible to attend.

Madame Caroline was a diamond-bearer who was always dressed at every ball, and some flattering guests described the hem of her dress as a "walking crystal chandelier"

All kinds of powerful people come and go here every day.

Rockefeller as well. Morgan is a regular here.

Little Astor desperately tried his best to introduce Chen Jianqiu to them, and was known as an outstanding young man from the East, a pioneer in the west with both courage and strength.

He looked at Chen Jianqiu with a filter in his eyes, but the others didn't.

Needless to say, Rockefeller always thought that he didn't kill this yellow man because he didn't pose much of a threat to his oil empire for the time being.

So he never looked at Chen Jianqiu squarely.

Morgan asked symbolically two sentences, but then he always treated Chen Jianqiu as air.

As for other people's attitudes towards Chen Jianqiu, they are similar.

Polite, but full of distance.

His achievements over the years have been truly remarkable.

However, these tycoons have always privately attributed it to Chen Jianqiu's luck and falling for the big tree of the Astor family.

Little Aster's socialite mother also mentioned to her son more than once:

Don't get too close to Chen Jianqiu.

He is still a Chinese, just a rich Chinese.

Chen Jianqiu's luck is indeed good, but he doesn't think that his first pot of gold, that treasure, can be obtained by luck alone.

So, he didn't like to be at such gatherings.

However, little Astor didn't think there was any problem, he still wanted to pull Chen Jianqiu into the circle.

And Chen Jianqiu's attitude at the party is often lukewarm, neither humble nor arrogant.

On this afternoon, Chen Jianqiu was in the office of the International Gunpowder Association looking at the charter of tomorrow's meeting.

"Hey, the stone lion at your door is really magnificent."

Little Astor walked into Chen Jianqiu's office with great interest.

"You're not in class?" Chen Jianqiu sat at his desk, without raising his head, and continued to look at the charter documents.

"Harvard class was boring, so I slipped out first."

Little Astor looked left and right in Chen Jianqiu's office, then picked up a small ornament on his desk and began to play with it.

It was a metal warhead, fixed to a small wooden shelf.

"The warhead of the first smokeless powder bullet that caused the kill, was ripped out of a corpse." Chen Jianqiu said coldly.

Little Astor retracted his hand and immediately put the ornament back on the table.

"So you're just hanging around every day?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"Or else? Writing, inventions, bubble girls and whatever. Little Astor shrugged, "Life is so boring and boring. ”

He suddenly understood the meaning of Chen Jianqiu's words:

"Alas, don't worry, there are professional personnel on the trust side who are accounting for assets, and your acquisition is no problem!"

Chen Jianqiu stopped making a sound.

"Chen, when do you get off work?" Little Aster's mouth was still idle.

Chen Jianqiu took out his pocket watch and glanced at it:

"A few more hours, what's wrong?"

"Go to my house for dinner." Little Astor winked at Chen Jianqiu.

"Another prom?" Chen Jianqiu frowned.

"No, no, no, this time it's a private bureau, and I'll introduce you to a few people." Little Astor said with a shy face.

Chen Jianqiu had a headache, but he didn't refuse.

"Then you sit there and wait honestly."

A few hours later, Chen Jianqiu and little Astor walked out of the door of the association's office.

By this time it was completely dark in New York.

But the streets of Manhattan are brightly lit.

Chen Jianqiu and little Astor rode in a carriage and walked all the way down Fifth Avenue.

"Chen, what kind of energy do you guess these street lamps use?" Little Astor pointed to the street lamps outside the carriage window.

"Electricity." Chen Jianqiu glanced at it and said without thinking.

"Huh? How do you know? Little Astor looked surprised and asked, "You also know how to light lamps in the west?" ”

Chen Jianqiu didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Just because people aren't familiar with this thing doesn't mean I'm not familiar with it.

The carriage stopped in front of the conspicuous mansion of the Astor family.

The two got out of the carriage and walked in.

The inside of the mansion is much brighter than the outside, and hundreds of incandescent lamps are camouflaged in a variety of elaborate lampshades, illuminating this palatial mansion as if it were day.

Today's dinner is not in the hall.

Little Astor led him up the stairs to the door of a room on the second floor.

There stood a servant.

See them coming.

The servant pushed open the door to the room.

There are already people waiting for them there.

A man of considerable athletic stature and a beard on his lips was rather "majestic", hanging down like two thick leaves, covering his entire lips.

The other is in his forties, his face looks much "cleaner", his facial features are three-dimensional, quite fair, and he can vaguely recognize the handsome appearance of his youth.

Little Astor pointed to the bearded man and introduced to Chen Jianqiu:

"This is George Westinghouse, the founder of the Westinghouse Electric Company, who holds more than 400 patents related to rail transportation."

The man glanced at Chen Jianqiu up and down, his expression a little indifferent.

Little Astor turned to another man:

"As for this one, I don't know if you've heard his name in the West. He is the hottest inventor in the United States right now, with hundreds of patents! ”

He pointed to the shining electric light in the room.

"These are from him, and they can stay on because of the power plants and DC generators built by his company."

"His name, Thomas Alva Edison."

Unlike Westinghouse, Edison looked at Chen Jianqiu with a smile.

However, Chen Jianqiu looked at his smile and always felt that something was wrong.

He noticed that when little Astor introduced Edison, a look of disdain flashed on the face of Mr. Westinghouse.

"This is the 'Western Railroad Tycoon' I often tell you about, 'Roswell Gun King' Chen Jianqiu, Mr. Chen!" Astor introduced Chen Jianqiu to the two.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at Little Aster.

He vaguely remembered that the last time he was nicknamed "The Wise Man of the East", how did he suddenly become the "Western Railroad Tycoon" and "Roswell Gun King"?

One day he is notorious in the New York business world, and little Astor will contribute half of the "credit".

Westinghouse's expression still didn't change much, but he symbolically shook hands with Chen Jianqiu and nodded at the same time.

It is estimated that this polite handshake and nod still depends on Little Aster's face and his company's future business.

Thomas is different.

He shook Chen Jianqiu's hand tightly, and his smile made people feel like a spring breeze:

"I've heard Mr. Astor mention you as a very gifted inventor."

Chen Jianqiu didn't even look at Little Astor this time.

Anyway, he's overcome the weakness of blushing.

He suddenly remembered the man who had been in San Francisco preparing to jump into the sea.

"I also know a friend who often talks to me about you." Chen Jianqiu held Edison's hand and said with a smile.

Edison was surprised.

There are people in the frontier who know his name.

"What's your friend's name?" He asked.

"His name is Hiram Maxim." Chen Jianqiu tentatively announced the name of the gunsmith while staring into Edison's eyes, "He admires you very much and is very impressed by you." ”

Edison quickly went through the name in his head.

He didn't seem to be able to remember it at all.

It seems to be, and it seems to be not.

"Well, he's a very good friend of mine and we appreciate each other." The smile on Edison's face remained the same, "By the way, what is he doing now?" ”

Chen Jianqiu wanted to touch his chin.

"He's fine, he's working on a battlefield appliance that can reduce the suffering of soldiers."

"Oh, well, medical devices may now be sold in Europe to sell a little more, but not very marketable in the United States."

Edison finally made sure that he didn't know the person Chen Jianqiu was talking about.

"Sit down, sit down, let's eat first!"

Little Astor sat down with the three of them, and snapped his fingers at the servant:

"Quick, serve!"

The dinner began.

(End of chapter)