Theodore Roosevelt wasn't hard to find.

The Roosevelt family itself was a well-known merchant family in New York, his father was a banker, and he had four brothers and sisters.

The area around Oyster Bay on Long Island is full of their mansions.

So, when McKinley and Hannah arrived in New York, they quickly visited the former NYPD chief.

Regarding the arrival of the two Republican party bigwigs, Roosevelt was very calm.

After all, although the two sides are both members of the Republican Party, they still have slightly different political views.

In the conservative-dominated Republican Party, Roosevelt was an enterprising young man with a sharp edge.

He never expected the two to choose himself as a core team member of the election, as the conservative core had always considered him "unreliable."

"Mr. Roosevelt, I very cordially invite you to join us in the campaign, and if we succeed, I hope you will be able to serve in my Cabinet Administration."

After some exchange, McKinley extended an invitation to the host.

Roosevelt could tell that McKinley's invitation was not duplicitous, at least partly sincere.

Forty percent, no more.

He also knows what the other sixty percent are.

So he Roosevelt waited quietly, waiting for the other party to say it.

Sure enough, the two did not forget the most important task they came to this time.

McKinley glanced at Hannah.

Hannah lifted his ass and straightened his shirt:

"Mr. Roosevelt, I have heard that you have a good personal relationship with Mr. Chan of New Mexico, is that true?"

Roosevelt lifted his glasses:

"It's a bit of a personal relationship, when I ran the farm in North Dakota, he went to my place as a guest, we hunted together, and he saved my life more than once."

McKinley and Hannah were suddenly interested.

If one person is willing to save another person's life repeatedly, the relationship between those two people must be unusual.

McKinley sat up straight again, and said solemnly:

"Mr. Roosevelt, can you help us make an appointment with Mr. Chen?" We hope to have his help, and as far as I know, his influence in the west, especially among the Chinese, is not to be small. ”

When Roosevelt heard this, his expression suddenly became extremely strange:

"What you said is true, his influence is indeed very large, but as far as I know, he is not very interested in politics, otherwise he would have entered the Democratic Party or the Republican Party a long time ago."

Hannah waved his hand:

"This is not a problem, they Chinese have never been very interested in politics, you just need to help us introduce it, and this matter will be left to us."

Not interested in politics?

Are there any big businessmen in the United States who have no interest in politics these days?

He is a businessman himself, and he knows that in this era of monopoly capital, business and politics have become inseparable.

The merchants have the ability and the need to let the political machine exercise their will to sway the country so that their business empire is impregnable.

Who can turn down a potential president and a Republican behind-the-scenes talker?

Roosevelt thought for a moment:

"He lives at 36 York Avenue in Manhattan, and he happens to be in New York recently, so you can go straight to him,"

This time it was Hannah and McKinley's turn to look weird:

"Don't you have to make an appointment with him for us? Wouldn't that be better? McKinley asked.

"Appointment? No, no, no, Chen is a very eccentric person, basically does not accept appointments, in his own words, it depends on 'fate', which is a term in his ancient country, which is wonderful. ”

Hannah and McKinley seemed to get it.

These Chinese are always so mysterious, in that case, according to Roosevelt, let's meet them.

Early the next morning, Hannah and McKinley appeared on York Avenue.

It was originally a wealthy area, and Hanna had a house nearby, but he was busy with elections recently and didn't live in it much.

The maple leaves on both sides of the avenue are red, and under the light of the morning sun, it is very beautiful.

McKinley couldn't help but stop and watch, while Hannah stood behind him.

At this time, a patrol officer approached him.

"Ah, Mr. Hannah! When did you come back? He greeted the old man warmly.

Of course, he knew the famous Mr. Hannah, because he was also one of the residents here.

"Oh, yesterday, I'll come back and have a look." Hanna smiled and waved at the patrolman, like a kind rich man.

In New York, police-community relations in affluent neighborhoods have always been so happy.

Hanna suddenly remembered something, and called out to the patrolman who was about to leave:

"By the way, officer, do you know the residents of Number 36?"

"Oh, you said Mr. Chen, of course you know, he's the only Chinese who lives here, hey, he's completely different from the other Chinese I've seen, very friendly, helpful, he." The patrolman gushed out.

"Uh, did you see him in the morning?" Hannah couldn't help but interrupt the patrolman.

"Oh, he went out early in the morning." The Patrolman grinned, "It wasn't dawn yet, and although he hasn't lived here long like you, I know he's just as busy as you." Referring to this Mr. Chen, I would like to say that his wife actually thinks that she is also a legend."

"Let's take a look." McKinley, who didn't give up, couldn't take it anymore, and he took his gaze back from the maple leaf.

After saying goodbye to the chatty patrolman, the two came to the house at 36 York Avenue.

Not surprisingly, the door was closed, and even the curtains were closed in the room.

Hanna walked up the steps to the door and knocked softly.

No one responded.

"Don't you even have a servant? It's weird. Hannah muttered as he knocked on the door again.

There was still no movement in the room.

"Their family doesn't seem to have seen a servant recently, and Mrs. Chen should have gone to send her children to school, so there is no one at home."

A familiar voice came from behind.

Hannah and McKinley turned their heads to see that it was the same chatty patrolman again.

"Although you didn't say that you were visiting Mr. Chen, I guessed, I was afraid that you would make a mistake, so I thought about it and came back." The patrolman shrugged.

Hannah's face was a little dark.

The patrolman's "enthusiasm" made him a little crying and laughing.

"Do you know when he's going to be back?" The old man asked with an "amiable" expression.

"It's usually at night, I saw Mr. Chen and Mrs. Chen come back with their children when I was on the night shift, about five or six o'clock in the afternoon." The patrolman thought for a moment and replied.

Then his words were done again: "Hey, mention the sons of both of them, I tell you"

McKinley smiled the whole time.

In this manner, he was willing to listen to everything the patrol officer said.

It's a must for a president: listen to the voice of an ordinary person, even if you're not interested at all.

But Hannah couldn't help it.

He patted McKinley on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Let's come back in the evening." ”

Immediately, Hanna raised his head, made a farewell gesture to the patrolman who was talking about the excitement, and then left decisively.

Only the patrol officer is left unsatisfied:

"I'm not done yet."

The clock was fast approaching evening.

After a closed meal at Chen Jianqiu's, McKinley went to meet with a few Wall Street bankers arranged by Hannah in the morning, and visited the New York Business Federation in the afternoon.

After a simple breakfast and dinner at Hanna's mansion, the two of them rushed to Chen Jianqiu's house non-stop.

By this time, the sun was setting.

When the two of them came to the door of Chen Jianqiu's house again, they were dumbfounded.

The gates were still closed, except that the sun changed from east to west, and it seemed to be no different from the morning.

McKinley decided to go around the area with Hannah.

Think of it as digesting the dinner you've just eaten.

They walked around for more than an hour, through several blocks, and finally came back here.

By this time it was completely dark, and the street lights on New York Road were already on.

However, when they turned the corner and could see Chen Jianqiu's mansion, their hearts sank again.

The house was dark and rumbling.

Even if the curtains are drawn, there will not be any light at all.

McKinley pulled out his pocket watch and glanced at it by the light of the streetlamp.

Actually, it's only half past six.

It's autumn in New York, and it's really early to get dark.

Just as the two were discussing and preparing to leave again, suddenly, a carriage "jingle bell" stopped at the door of Chen Jianqiu's house.

An extremely beautiful lady stepped out of the carriage with a little boy.

The woman wore a dark red dress and looked unusual in the nightlight streetlight, while the little boy was alive and kicking to the door before his mother.

This woman is naturally Chen Jianqiu's wife Camilla, and the little boy is his son Xiaopeng Kun.

Just as Camila took the key from her handbag and was about to open the door, a voice came from behind her:

"Mrs. Chen, we are here to visit Mr. Chen, is he there?"

Camila turned around and saw two people standing under the street lamp in the doorway.

"My name is Marcus Hannah, a Republican, and this one's William McKinley, Governor of Ohio."

The old man politely introduced himself and McKinley to Camilla, who kept his usual smile.

"Come in! Come on in! Jianqiu hasn't come back yet, but it should be soon, you can go into the house and wait for a while. Camila waved warmly to the two.

Both Hannah and McKinley were a little embarrassed.

Is Chen Jianqiu's wife not aware of self-protection at all?

On this big night, a woman and a child dare to let two strange men in like this?

Just when the two of them were still hesitating, the child actually waved at them again and again:

"This uncle, this grandfather, come in quickly! It might be cold outside any later in the day! ”

The two thought about it for a moment and decided to go in.

Since we've been walking for more than an hour, let's just go inside and wait a little longer.

Anyway, I've been waiting, and it's not bad for a while.

By this time, Camilla had turned on all the lights in the hall of the house.

The hall suddenly became bright.

"You two, sit down for a while." Camila pointed to the mahogany sofa in the living room, "Have you had dinner?" ”

This is not the classic Chinese greeting, but I really want to know if the two of them have eaten.

"Oh, no, we've eaten, thank you." Hannah and McKinley each sat down on the wooden couch.

"Okay, then I'll go boil some water and make some tea for you." Camila turned to the little Kunpeng who was running around and said, "Kunpeng, you go and accompany the two guests. ”

When Xiaopeng Kun heard this, he immediately ran to the living room, climbed into a mahogany chair, and looked at the two Republican bigwigs opposite him with a smile.

"Are you really not afraid?" Hannah was a little bored and began to tease Xiaopeng Kun, "What if we are bad people on this big night?" ”

Who knew that Xiaopeng Kun was not afraid, but excited.

His next move made the hairs behind the two Republican bigwigs stand on end.

"The bad guys have been here, but they've all been killed!" Xiaopeng Kun said with a grin.

"I killed one, and my mother killed five!" He pointed to the staircase not far behind the two men,

"Just die there! There was a lot of blood. ”

(End of chapter)