Rockefeller has been a little unhappy lately.

It stands to reason that since McKinley came to power, he has vigorously supported the development of monopoly capital, and Rockefeller and his Standard Oil Trust have been invincible.

The take-off of the United States is based on the rapid development of domestic industry.

And oil is the blood of industry, and Rockefeller controls oil.

How could his wealth not swell dramatically?

But he was still not happy.

"These damn newspapers like to make big news every day, erect some characters, and let the people fall into empty idolatry every day"

At 221 New York Avenue, still in the small Salon of Freemasonry, Rockefeller had a newspaper in his hand and whispered a mutter.

The front page of the newspaper carried a large photograph of Chen Jianqiu and Roosevelt capturing San Juan Heights.

Rockefeller hates two people the most right now.

One is Roosevelt, and the other is Chen Jianqiu.

The former showed strong political ambitions and a dislike for monopoly capitalists.

Not to mention the latter.

Now the two actually appear in the same photo, and they are also promoted as American war heroes.

"Chen and Roosevelt proved with their heroic performance that they were not turtles with shrunken heads, nor were they just talking, but were willing to give everything for the glory of this wonderful country."

Rockefeller read the words in the newspaper and, for no reason, felt irritated and threw the newspaper aside.

He turned to Morgan, who was staring at him intently, with a playful look in his eyes:

"You say, why did Roosevelt turn a blind eye to his Chinese friend, even though he had an opinion about the monopoly trust?"

"Chen's company, strictly speaking, is really not a monopoly." Morgan's gaze turned to the ceiling, "Although he is involved in many industries, the only ones that can be said to be a bit of a monopoly are arms and railways. ”

"But those companies in the gunpowder association, he doesn't intervene in the management, and he doesn't even own the equity, so you have to accuse him of monopoly, at most it is raw materials and industry standards."

"As for the railroad?"

Morgan didn't go on.

Because as we all know, the railroad in the western part of the United States is Chen Jianqiu's, and the railroad in the eastern part is his Morgan's.

Coupled with the fact that the improvement in railway efficiency brought by industry consolidation after the financial crisis is obvious, the discussion in this area has continued.

"Maybe he saved Roosevelt's life." Morgan thought for a moment and said.

"But do you know what he's been up to lately?" Rockefeller sat up straight and leaned over, "He's recruiting soldiers who have retired from the War Department and the Army. ”

"If this continues, he won't just monopolize it." He said worriedly.

Morgan smiled.

"It doesn't seem like something you need to worry about, oh, of course, it's not something I'm going to worry about."

His next words made the oil tycoon feel even more uncomfortable when he listened:

"Chen is a hero, he is now full-fledged, like Roosevelt, he is an American hero, although his wealth is not as good as yours, but it is basically impossible for you to fundamentally shake him."

Rockefeller was silent.

Morgan cocked Erlang's legs, spread his palms, and said seemingly sincerely:

"I'll give you a suggestion, it's better to be like me, cooperate with him, and be able to get a piece of the pie."

"You have different borders, and there's no need to fight to the death."

Rockefeller snorted coldly.

He certainly understood what Morgan meant by that.

However, he did not agree with Morgan's statement.

He Chen Jianqiu is a hero, and I, Rockefeller, am I an honest man?

Since they are not good stubble, there is no possibility of coexistence.

Rockefeller's philosophy is: I want, I want, I want!

The expansion of capital is endless, and it has nothing to do with the field.

His bet with Morgan is still there.

Although the bet seems a little trivial now, Rockefeller cares more about whether Chen Jianqiu will be finished than the bet.

This person's mindset seems to be different from that of himself and other people like Morgan.

He vaguely felt that if he was allowed to continue like this, he would have to plant it in his hands sooner or later.

Rockefeller pondered for a long time before he stood up.

After saying a brief goodbye to Morgan, he put on his hat and walked out of the salon.

"Chen, you have a weakness."

In the night, the corners of Rockefeller's mouth raised slightly.

"Your weakness is that you are a Chinese."

Chen Jianqiu did not know about the discussion of the Masonic Salon.

He had returned to Roswell by this time.

First, because he was busy fighting in Cuba with his team a while ago, he never had time to deal with business matters, and second, the inventors of Roswell's Science Committee came up with something new, and he needed to personally decide whether it was commercially valuable, whether to carry out mass production or continue research, or give up and cut the project.

Today's Roswell Chamber is packed.

Members of the Roswell Society of Scientists, none of them were in attendance.

Under normal circumstances, scientists or engineers who can be recruited are somewhat arrogant.

A lot of people don't have much interest in this kind of administrative meeting, unless it's a seminar.

Sometimes I study retreats, or I am so busy that I don't attend at all.

Holmes, the chairman of the association, was himself an idle man, and Browning, the vice chairman, was basically perfunctory.

Therefore, the usual regular meetings are basically sparse.

But whenever Boss Chen wants to come to the conference, the old members will come out of their laboratories or workshops.

Not only that, but they will also bring a large bag or sack.

When Boss Chen walked into the Roswell Chamber in a cloth robe, he was followed by a few followers.

Each of them carried a large box in their hands.

Chen Jianqiu strode to his position at the top of the long table and sat down.

This chair has been sitting there for almost ten years, and Chen Jianqiu has also been sitting for ten years.

Normally, when he wasn't there, whether it was a meeting in Roswell Town or a meeting of a scientific association, the chair would basically be left empty.

A ceramic tea bowl was delivered to Chen Jianqiu, and at the same time, an iron ashtray was handed over.

A bowl of tea, a cigarette, a meeting for half a day.

In Chen Jianqiu's self-deprecating words, this is one of the manifestations of his entering middle age.

Fortunately, the hair is still there, and it gets stiffer and stiffer as it grows.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, and was just about to take out his cigar after putting it down, when he suddenly found that the people sitting at the table were staring at him.

He waved his hand at the henchmen:

"What are you doing? Open the box. ”

Seeing that the boss had spoken, the attendants quickly opened the box and poured the bundles of dollars inside on the table.

These green dollars quickly piled up on the table in front of Chen Jianqiu.

The reactions of the people at the table were different.

The newcomers were dumbfounded and didn't know what to say; And the old people have already begun to dig sacks from under the table.

"The patent fee and salary have been paid to your personal account, here is the bonus, let the lawyer share it with you later." Chen Jianqiu said.

He suddenly remembered something again, and hooked his finger at Ah Niu beside him.

Ah Niu bent down and pressed his head over.

Chen Jianqiu said something in his ear.

Ah Niu understood, and brought up a small box from under the table.

He opened the box directly, and inside was a piece of glittering gold.

"This is a special award for the 'Mortar' R&D team, and what they have come up with in a limited time has performed very well on this battlefield." Chen Jianqiu said.

The members of the R&D team sitting on the right-hand side were all smiles.

Even the coldest German gunsmith couldn't help but glance at the gold.

Money isn't everything, but there's nothing more tangible than money for your employees.

Ideals can be discussed, but not just ideals; Feelings can also be discussed, but they must complement each other with material.

Otherwise, it's hooliganism.

After the money was divided, the meeting was a good one.

Everyone presented their research results to the audience in an orderly manner.

Browning is improving the Bar's successor model to address its awkward positioning issues;

Tesla was researching and improving radio communications, and he originally wanted to spend more energy on wireless power transmission technology, but was coaxed and persuaded by Chen Jianqiu to stop.

Chen Jianqiu first affirmed Tesla's idea.

He told Tesla that it was possible, but that there were quite a few technical issues to be addressed.

But before that, he hopes that Tesla will be able to implement radio telegraph technology first.

In return, he would build Tesla a "big toy" in Roswell for him to study radio transmission.

Chen Jianqiu did not tell Tesla that things may not be as simple as he thought.

Many of the difficulties of this technology were overcome a hundred years later, and Tesla may not be able to solve them in his lifetime.

But Chen Jianqiu still wants to show his respect for Tesla.

Don't look down on those idealists, every road under your feet, they have stepped on.

The agriculturists and the fertilizer plant are looking at how to continue improving the soil around Roswell to see if they can create a larger oasis.

However, judging from the current results, there is still a long way to go.

Everything else is lackluster.

In addition, there are two that can also make Chen Jianqiu's eyes shine.

One is that Ford fulfilled his wish and freed up a car with an internal combustion engine.

The flaw of this car is that it is still stuck in the horse-drawn carriage mentality, the only difference is that the power comes from the internal combustion engine, not the horse.

Chen Jianqiu briefly made some suggestions and agreed to invest in Ford as a major shareholder to build his own company.

This is also true for other engineers and inventors.

They can choose to set up their own doors, or they can settle down and stay in Chen Jianqiu's place to eat high patents and bonuses.

Another thing that intrigued Chen Jianqiu was that a mechanic from Germany had improved the tractor that operated in Roswell's fields.

He replaced the wheels of the tractor with tracks, allowing it to ride more smoothly in the fields and adapt to more terrain.

At the same time, he improved the internal combustion engine used, using the compression ignition method, improving the heat conversion efficiency, so that its power reached more than 100 horsepower.

At the time, this was quite an excellent figure.

At the end of the meeting, the engineer named Diesel took Chen Jianqiu to see the prototype.

The prototype ran fast in the field without any load, and after a "rush" sound.

Chen Jianqiu stared at the tracked car for a long time, and suddenly became a little distracted.

The German engineer on the side was a little apprehensive for a while when he saw the boss's expression.

He suddenly felt as if his invention didn't seem to have much meaning in the field, at most it was just a few more acres of land.

"Mr. Chen, do you think that the performance of this machine is not outstanding enough?" Diesel asked cautiously.

Chen Jianqiu's eyes were still on the tractor.

"I mean, if you fence this tractor with a protective iron plate and put a machine gun and a cannon on it, you can go on a rampage on the plains."

(End of chapter)