The steel tycoon asked Chen Jianqiu to meet at a Scottish restaurant at Pier 16.

He drove his Ford car along the coastal road, attracting a lot of attention and turning heads.

Chen Jianqiu gave some small suggestions on Ford's design.

Since he was both a major shareholder and a customer, Henry Ford had to take his advice.

Ford's product directly skipped the clumsy four-way stage of getting up early and went straight to the Model T.

"Chen, shouldn't we keep a low profile?" Roosevelt asked, sitting in the passenger seat.

"Strength does not allow it." Chen Jianqiu replied succinctly, "Besides, I bought it with my own money and opened it myself, what's the problem." ”

When their car arrived at the dock, Chen Jianqiu was surprised to find an identical car parked in front of the restaurant.

In the driver's seat of the car was a young man half-lying,

Seeing Chen Jianqiu and their arrival, the young man immediately got out of the car and walked in front of Chen Jianqiu and Roosevelt, who had just parked the car.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, I'm Mr. Carnegie's driver, and he's already waiting for you in the box."

Roosevelt glanced at Chen Jianqiu:

"Look at it, people are called tycoons, there are full-time drivers, how can anyone drive by yourself like you every day?"

Chen Jianqiu bent down in front of the car and glanced at his front wheel.

"Am I your driver? Mr. Vice President? He straightened up and said to Roosevelt.

Two people entered the restaurant.

Chen Jianqiu put the water tank containing the fish on the table, instructed the men to carry the fish to the back kitchen to be processed, and walked into the box with Roosevelt.

Carnegie sat in his place, staring at the tablecloth.

This was the first time Chen Jianqiu had met Carnegie.

The old man had a thick beard.

This made his face look a little square, and his expression was quite serious.

Among the big names Chen Jianqiu met in the United States, most of them still like to grow beards.

There aren't many people like Addison and McKinley who shave their faces like shelled eggs at every turn.

"Mr. Carnegie! When we meet for the first time, please take care of it. Chen Jianqiu walked quickly in front of Carnegie.

Carnegie stood up.

He glanced at Roosevelt beside Chen Jianqiu.

Mr. Carnegie is known to have turned the tide in the election and switched in favor of Democratic candidate Brian, citing a lack of optimism with the intensifying expansionist tendencies of McKinley's administration.

And in terms of making the United States go global, Roosevelt was more radical than McKinley, so naturally he could not be Carnegie's supporter.

But the old man shook Roosevelt's hand:

"Mr. Vice President, although we do not agree on politics, I still greatly admire your courage on the battlefield."

Roosevelt politely exchanged pleasantries with Carnegie.

In his eyes, American tycoons are basically all the way, except for Chen Jianqiu, an outlier.

This person has no bodyguards and no driver, and even the maid is still matched by little Astor when he sold the house to him, which is really shabby.

The three of them sat down around the table.

Carnegie waved his hand at the waiter outside the door, who nodded and closed the door to the box.

"Can the steel provided by our company meet the requirements of your steel helmet?" Carnegie asked, sorting out the dishes in front of him.

"Make do with it, it's better than iron." Chen Jianqiu doesn't seem to know what "emotional intelligence" is, and he doesn't give face to the steel tycoon at all, "My own smelter will also try to produce some special steel, but the output has not been able to rise." ”

"Special steel?" Carnegie's eyes narrowed, making his already small eyes look more like they weren't there.

"Well, I'll let the lab try to mix some other metals into it, and it might work a little better." Chen Jianqiu seemed to be thinking about something.

"Mr. Chen's generous investment in scientific research is also worthy of respect." Carnegie exclaimed again.

The steel tycoon is not the same as the domineering Rockefeller.

He lost his father when he was a child, came from a poor background, and relied on his own efforts to work hard step by step from the bottom.

So when it comes to relationships, Carnegie is much better.

He never spared his compliments, nor did he make the other person feel that he was deliberately polite.

"Knock, knock"

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Carnegie said aloud.

The door to the box opened, and the waiter walked in with a plate.

The plate contained an oval-shaped object, steaming hot.

Chen Jianqiu had never seen this thing.

He took a closer look and felt that this thing was a bit like a "belly meat" approach.

At this time, another waiter came in.

He divided the three plates in front of the three men.

The plate is filled with mashed potatoes and kohlrabi, and it looks like a side dish that looks like "belly meat".

Whiskey was also poured into three empty glasses.

So far, Chen Jianqiu still feels that the whole situation looks okay.

Then, he couldn't hold it anymore.

The first attendant picked up a knife and gently broke through a layer of yellowish lamb's belly on the surface of the ellipsoid.

A pile of minced meat of indescribable shape squeezed out of the bevel.

However, what comes out of the broken mouth of the lamb's belly is not only minced meat, but also aroma.

The dish is indeed fragrant.

"Try our most famous Scottish dish, 'Haggis'." Carnegie pointed to the brown minced meat and said, "There's a sheep's stomach, a sheep's heart, a sheep's lung, a sheep's liver, and so on, mixed with some spices." ”

The waiter divides the brown minced meat into each person's plate.

But Chen Jianqiu still couldn't get off the spoon for a while.

It's really, too much like something.

How did these Scots make such a disgusting good thing? This is almost the same as the finished product of the Indian third brother.

And Roosevelt on the side also looked embarrassed, probably having the same troubles as Chen Jianqiu.

Carnegie seemed to anticipate the reaction, laughed, and began to taste the "national dish of Scotland."

"Mr. Carnegie, is there anything you want me to do?"

Chen Jianqiu did psychological construction, and finally dug a spoon into his mouth.

There is no Xiang in my heart, even if I look like it again, I won't feel disgusted.

It tastes really good.

Carnegie was in no hurry to answer.

After a few bites, he put down his spoon, picked up the glass next to him, and took a sip of the whiskey in the glass.

"Mr. Chen, I heard that you have established a perfect pension and mutual aid system for your workers, but in that case, it may not be a good thing for the development of the company."

Carnegie put down his cup and said slowly.

"Oh? Why? Chen Jianqiu asked while eating.

"You've got their worries out of it, but those workers have a lot of lazy people, and you don't think that doesn't make a lot of them unprofitable," Carnegie said.

"With all due respect, I think your worries are unnecessary," Chen Jianqiu disagreed, "These are two different things, this is never a handout, but those workers deserve." ”

"I don't know what about your workers, but lazy people don't show up in my factory,"

Carnegie nodded thoughtfully, but then asked:

"If that's the case, won't it cost you a lot? This is not good for the accumulation of your personal wealth. ”

"Why do I need so much money?" Chen Jianqiu, as always, was not shocked, and he was endless.

This time, Carnegie was silent.

After a long time, he began to speak:

"Mr. Chen, if I am willing to transfer my company to someone else, such as you, would you be interested?

"I don't have the funds to buy your assets, and I can't give you too much price, I'm afraid it will disappoint you." Chen Jianqiu replied simply.

"But, Mr. Carnegie, how did you come up with the idea of selling your stake in the steel company?" Roosevelt asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Because I'm old."

Carnegie laughed again.

"Plus, I'm going to get some money back."

(End of chapter)