"Long time no see, Chen." Roosevelt looked at Chen Jianqiu with a grin.

"Long time no see, Teddy (author's note: Roosevelt Sr.'s nickname, note the relationship with Teddy Bear)." Chen Jianqiu shook Roosevelt's hand.

He glanced at the two Italians who were pressed to the ground and looked at the sheriff with a slight apology: "It seems that every time I see you, I am beating people." ”

"Isn't it?" Roosevelt laughed heartily, "But these people just don't clean up." ”

He glanced at the passengers who were still staring at the platform with their necks stretched out, and sighed with some emotion: "New York is now lacking people with a sense of justice like you." ”

"Maybe they just don't have the ability." Chen Jianqiu shook his head, "It is the nature of human beings to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, this is understandable, of course, if they are willing to stand up, it is courage." ”

Roosevelt was stunned for a few seconds, but he quickly came to his senses.

"Take them back to the police station, and I'll clean them up when I go back." He ordered his men to take the two Italians out of the station, while he accompanied Chen Jianqiu and little Astor to the carriage stop on foot.

"By the way, you said in the letter that you need my help, but you didn't make it too clear, is there anything very important?"

Chen Jianqiu asked as he walked side by side with Roosevelt.

"It's a long story." Roosevelt didn't rush to tell Chen Jianqiu his plans, "You guys go to rest with Astor first, and I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow." ”

Chen Jianqiu nodded.

They got into the splendid carriage that little Astor had prepared for them.

The snow was still falling in New York City, and the pedestrians on the road were hurrying.

Pedestrians gathered up their clothes for fear of the cold wind and snow pouring in.

This winter is not your average cold, both physically and mentally.

The carriage deliberately avoided Lower Manhattan.

It was home to all sorts of poor people and, in the words of the coachman, the most chaotic place in New York right now.

However, Chen Jianqiu still saw some thinly dressed homeless people freezing to death at the corner of the street, and across the street is the bustling rich district of Manhattan.

"Dad, what's that gorgeous-looking building?" Xiaopeng Kun pointed out the carriage window.

At the corner of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street, next to the former Little Astor home, a palatial hotel emerges from the snow.

The façade of the hotel has a Gothic feel, and the bell tower-like spire makes the building look like a boxy castle.

Chen Jianqiu simply counted that this hotel had 13 floors, which was already a skyscraper among all the buildings in Manhattan, New York at that time.

Next to it, the original house of the little Astor family was demolished and replaced by a building under construction.

Because of the heavy snow, the construction site has been suspended, but the full scaffolding still can't hide its domineering prototype, faintly surpassing the neighbors next to it.

The carriage did not make a stop. Instead, he drove straight ahead and eventually stopped in front of another private home of Little Astor on the Upper East Side.

Chen Jianqiu's family got out of the carriage.

Seven or eight servants ran out of the house, intending to carry their luggage into the house.

But when they saw that there were only two small boxes, they were still surprised.

"My eldest brother doesn't pay attention to this, you hurry up and prepare the room!" Little Astor shouted at the servants.

"The room is ready, young master." The servant replied respectfully.

Little Astor and Eva accompanied Chen Jianqiu's family towards the house.

"What's going on with the hotel next to your house?" Chen Jianqiu asked as he walked.

It's okay not to mention this, but when this topic is mentioned, little Astor seems to be holding back a fire in his belly.

"It was built by my cousin, William Astor, and it was called the Waldorf Hotel."

"This product has not dealt with me since I was a child, so I built a hotel next door to our house that claims to be 'the most luxurious hotel in the United States', and his hotel blocked the sunlight from our garden, and my mother was so angry that she moved directly to the suburbs."

Little Astor said indignantly.

"So you demolished your family's original mansion and built a bigger one?" Chen Jianqiu was a little lamented by the willfulness of these top New York tycoons.

"yes, I'm going to build 16 floors, bigger and more luxurious than his one!" Little Astor pursed his lips and replied, "The name of my hotel is going to be Astoria, which means the goddess of the starry night, and my hotel will be as bright as her." ”

"Okay." Chen Jianqiu walked into the door of the house.

The house was in keeping with his usual sense of taste in the little Astor family.

Whether it is from the decoration of the house, or the furniture, including the famous paintings and antiques on the wall, they all highlight the one that is not the best, but the most expensive.

"You can live here." Little Astor took off his coat and sat down on the plush sofa in the middle of the hall.

Even though the whole house was heated, the fireplace lit a fire, which made the hall warm in contrast to the cold outside.

Chen Jianqiu sat down on another sofa next to little Aster.

He found a stack of comic books on the table at hand, presumably based on a new book by Little Astor.

Chen Jianqiu took one of them and began to browse it.

"Chen, are you really not going to buy a property in New York? The land here is getting more and more valuable. Little Astor asked, half-lying on the couch.

"Let's talk about it." Chen Jianqiu flipped through the comic strips and said casually, "The current economic situation is not very good. ”

Little Astor smiled;

"Hey, you don't know this, in the United States, the way to make the really rich poor is never a financial crisis, but another group of rich people!"

"Because we're in control of everything."

"You mean Freemasonry?" Chen Jianqiu raised his head and looked at little Aster.

"yes, but I never go to meetings with those old guys, and they've been asking me to fill in the gaps since my dad died." Little Astor said disapprerovingly, "I just need to run my New York property honestly, and what Morgan is studying doesn't appeal much to me." Still."

Little Astor paused, and his expression became a little serious:

"I've heard that John D. Rockefeller has been trying to do something to you, so you need to be careful."

"It's not new news." Chen Jianqiu continued to look at the comic strips, "It's not the first day that he wants to clean me up, it's hard to say that behind the gold of Hawke and Walter Hope, there is no their handwriting." ”

"You'd better be careful, this old guy is not a good fellow, and his wealth and power are not comparable to Dugan's. And he's done a lot of shady things. Little Astor kindly reminded.

Chen Jianqiu smiled.

He very much welcomed Rockefeller to show his talent on the dark track in front of him, and he also very much wanted to see which was more unsightly compared to the small luck in the east and the wild in the west.

Emma took Camilla and Xiaopeng Kun to visit the whole house, and also came to the living room:

"Aster, Chen and his family are probably tired from a long journey, otherwise let's leave and let them have a good rest." Emma said.

Little Aston nodded, stood up, said goodbye to Chen Jianqiu, and left the house with Emma.

The next morning, the snow stopped and the sun ran out.

When Chen Jianqiu got dressed and went downstairs, he found that the first floor was already warm.

The fireplace in the living room burned again, as if it had never been extinguished.

"Mr. Chen, breakfast is ready for you." The servant saw Chen Jianqiu coming down the stairs, bowed deeply, and led Chen Jianqiu to the dining room.

Milk, chicken pudding, oyster stew, fried eggs and steak.

The other Chen Jianqiu could understand, but it was the first time he had seen oysters early in the morning.

After breakfast, there was a knock on the door of the house.

The servant ran to open the door, and in a short time came to report:

"Mr. Chen, the man sent by Sheriff Roosevelt to pick you up is already waiting for you outside the door."