221 New York Avenue, Masonic Salon.

The dim gas street lamps at the entrance have now been replaced by electric lights, and the sound of car horns has replaced the sound of horses' hooves as the main theme of the New York night.

"Bang, bang!"

A car staggered onto the curb and slammed into a flower bed on the side of the road.

The car was quite sturdy, but the ground was at the bottom, and the wheels were stuck in the mud.

A young man stumbled out of the driver's seat and onto the road.

"Young Master! Master! Another person jumped from the co-pilot and caught up with the young man in front.

"Young master, are you alright?" He asked, apprehensive.

The young man took out a cigar from his clothes, lit it for himself, turned his head to look at it, and opened his mouth to see a smell of wine:

"What's the panic? It's okay, not a single piece of meat has fallen from my body. "You drive a car, you should understand that this is very common." ”

When the driver saw that his young master was fine, he returned to the side of the car alone and squatted down, crying and mourning.

"Eh, isn't it just a broken car, as for that?" The young man looked back with a cigar in his mouth and said disdainfully.

"Master, I can't explain it." The driver was about to cry.

"It's not your car, what do you want to confess?" The young man laughed, "Besides, I haven't seen the old man for a few months now, so where does he care if I live or die?" ”

"Throw the car here first, you go back and drive another one to pick me up!"

With that, he swaggered towards the door of the saloon.

The waiter at the door witnessed everything, and it was not surprising.

"Master Rockefeller, please show your."

The young man didn't seem to be listening to the waiter.

He shook his head and began to fumble in his pocket.

But after touching it for a long time, it seems that I didn't touch what I wanted.

"Do you think I can get in with this face?" The young man raised his head proudly and looked at the waiter.

"I'm sorry, Master Rockefeller, but that's the rule." The waiter didn't know if he was joking, or if he was seriously replying, "What if you are disguised?" ”

"Damn Irish."

Little Rockefeller turned around and cursed in a low voice.

He walked back to his broken down car and grabbed the door handle.

But he tried hard for a long time, and he didn't open the car door.

"Who the fuck can help me open this damn car door!" He yelled loudly as he kicked the car door.

Fortunately, the driver did not go far.

He heard his young master's voice, hurriedly ran back, and opened the car door for his young master.

Little Rockefeller got half into the car and groped for another ten minutes before he found his Freemasonic badge under the car.

"Bang!"

He slammed straight into the car door and walked to the door of the Masonic salon again.

The waiter didn't say anything more this time, opened the door, and let little Rockefeller inside.

Little Rockefeller walked through the corridor with portraits of Freemasonic pioneers to the living room.

The people in the living room are not too many, not too few, but they are basically his elders.

Morgan was still sitting near the bar; Across from him, barrister Hickman wore glasses and flipped through the stack of files.

Sugar tycoon Walter is also there, in addition to tobacco tycoon Washington Duke and other cadres, as well as arms tycoon Chen Jianqiu.

Rockefeller Jr. was different from his father.

The elder Rockefeller's dislike of Chen Jianqiu came from the latter's "fight" with him when he first arrived in New Mexico, and the dissatisfaction of a devout Protestant with the infidels.

If a person doesn't even believe in God, then what bottom line can he have?

Little Rockefeller didn't have that much sense of mission and faith.

Although he doesn't have a good impression of Chen Jianqiu, he can't talk about hating him to the core.

However, he was also curious about why Chen Jianqiu appeared here.

The latter, as if he knew what he was thinking, flipped his palm slightly, revealing the Masonic insignia in his palm.

Chen Jianqiu raised half a glass of whiskey in his hand and shook it at Little Rockefeller, with a smile on his face.

When little Rockefeller saw the whiskey, he seemed to have forgotten everything, ran to Chen Jianqiu and sat down, and poured himself a glass regardless of it.

As soon as he raised the wine to his lips, he realized that there were two people sitting on the sofa opposite him.

One man and one woman.

The man is Harriman, the vice president of Northern Securities, and the woman is his secretary and lover Eva.

A wave of anger suddenly rose from Rockefeller Jr.'s belly.

His badge was inherited from his father, and Chen Jianqiu's badge may have been given by Morgan.

The latter is also a hero.

So how can these two people enter?

"Humph!" Little Rockefeller snorted.

He was a little angry at the thought of the Irishman at the door just now.

A hillbilly, nouveau riche, a woman from the West.

Hiss~ This woman seems to be unusual.

When little Rockefeller's eyes fell on Eva, he found that Eva was also looking at her.

The woman wore a low-cut red dress today, and her hair was pulled up, which made the small size of her face unmistakable.

But Eva seemed to see through her own disdain and looked at him coldly.

This made the young master of Little Rockefeller like a man.

Just as he was about to glare back defiantly, Morgan's words interrupted him.

"I'm bringing you here today to discuss with you about the government's recent antitrust moves."

Said the big banker.

His voice is very calm, not arrogant or impatient.

"The federal government's surprise attack on Northern Securities this time did not say hello in advance, and it was quick and ruthless."

He did not say that he had gone to Washington to seek reconciliation.

"The government is determined to compete with us this time, and if they want to do this, then we will have to meet in court."

Morgan looked around the room.

"I have fought a lot of lawsuits in my life, so I will fight for my power to the end against this government prosecution, our country is a country with the spirit of the rule of law."

"But what I want to say is that if Northern Securities falls, the government will not let you go! Today of Northern Securities is your tomorrow! ”

Duke's head reached out to Walter's ear and whispered:

"No wonder I heard that Carnegie has been quietly selling shares in United Steel. It turned out that the government had already received the news that it was going to take action. This cunning old man. ”

"Well, I've heard that, too." Walter nodded, "It seems that there have been buyers who have been secretly eating." ”

He gently patted Chen Jianqiu's arm on the side with his hand.

"Mr. Chen, have you heard about this?"

"I haven't heard of him, I haven't seen him today." Chen Jianqiu took a sip of the whiskey in the glass, and his gaze fell in the other direction.

The ring on Eva's index finger was turned around by her.

The people in the living room began to talk to each other like this.

"We can't allow this to happen to the U.S. Federation, as long as there is a case of losing the case, the government can invoke the verdict and clean us up one by one!"

Duke stood up and said.

"Yes, we should use the energy and resources at our disposal to influence this verdict!" Walter followed up.

"John, what do you think?" Morgan suddenly asked Rockefeller, who had been drinking without saying a word.

"What do I think? Does it matter? Little Rockefeller said with seven points of drunkenness.

He drank a lot when he came, sobered up a little after the car drove into the flower bed, and drank a lot after glass after glass after entering the door.

"You might as well ask my dad." Little Rockefeller laid his glass on the table, lowered his head, and sat down in his chair, as if asleep.

Morgan sighed.

Once upon a time, the person in front of him, like little Aster, was an aspiring young man who was determined to inherit the family business.

But after things went wrong a few times, the old Rockefeller snubbed him, and he became an alcoholic.

"Mr. Chen, what about you?"

Morgan no longer looked at Rockefeller Jr., but turned to Chen Jianqiu.

"Me? What can I do as a Chinese? Isn't it slaughtered yet? The government will do whatever it says. Chen Jianqiu spread his hands.

Morgan originally wanted to say a few words, but when the words came to his lips, he stopped.

After a few more discussions, and after reaching a partial consensus, the meeting was dismissed.

Several tycoons were busy men, dressed neatly, whispered to each other at the door for a while, and then got into their respective cars and dispersed.

Little Rockefeller was finally carried by the driver and waiter into the newly opened car.

Morgan watched them leave, turned around, and glanced at Harriman behind him:

"Harriman, you come into the house with me, I have something to tell you alone."

With that, he re-entered the house.

Harriman glanced at Eva beside him, a little hesitant:

"Why don't I find someone to send you back first?"

Eva smiled and shook her head:

"No, I'll walk home, Mr. Morgan will find you alone, it must be a very important thing."

"But I've heard that it's very dangerous for girls to walk alone at night in New York." Harriman was still hesitant.

"Don't worry, how is the night security in New York, it all depends on whether the people living in that area have money."

Eva tuddled her coat and gave Harriman a fragrant kiss.

Two people parted at the door.

Harriman turned and entered the saloon.

"There was a mole in the company."

Morgan sat in the same position he had always sit, grim on his face.

"I'm at Knox, I've seen some internal information about our company, Harriman, you've got to get that bastard out of here!"

"In our west, there is only one way to deal with a traitor, and that is to kill him."

A sinister smile tugged at the corners of Harriman's mouth.

And Eva, after separating from Harriman, walked on Fifth Avenue step by step.

However, instead of walking along the avenue, she turned into a nearby alley after walking a few hundred meters.

She stopped in front of a clothing store in the alley.

All the shops in this alley are closed.

There were no pedestrians in the alley, and the inside of the shops was dark.

Eva pushed the door of the store.

The door was pushed open.

The door was either unlocked, or someone had opened it in advance.

Suddenly, a man came out from behind the counter with a lamp:

"Beautiful lady, don't you choose this time to see me in this dark-lit place, aren't you afraid that Mr. Harriman will be jealous?"

Chen Jianqiu asked with a smile.