"Harriman was left behind by Morgan."

Eva walked to the window and took advantage of the flickering lights on the road to look at the dressed mannequins.

"Probably Morgan sensed something." Chen Jianqiu put the lamp on the counter, then turned around and took out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet.

"Would you like a glass of Scotch whisky?" He poured himself a glass and asked Eva.

"How can there be whiskey in a clothing store?" Eva turned and looked at the bottle on the counter.

"The original owner of this shop was a person who followed the rules on the surface, but was very rebellious in his bones, but unfortunately his luck was not good."

"He went to Colorado without telling his wife and children, went to the Grand Canyon, and never came out."

"You know, countless people go missing like this every year in the West, and their bodies are either fed to vultures, or to the bellies of coyotes and hyenas."

"I saw that his wife and children were pitiful, so I bought this clothing store as one of the strongholds of the border detective agency, but I did not expect to find so many fine whiskeys in the cellar.

Chen Jianqiu picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

"Well, that's good."

He looked at Eva, and his face was also flickering:

"How ironic it is that a Puritans, who don't drink a penny on weekdays, should have so many fine whiskeys hidden in his cellar."

"Oh, man." Eva turned her head.

Her hand caressed the delicate models and their new clothes:

"If you look at these models, they have to wear whatever they want to wear, even if they don't like it."

"What? Tired of playing roles? ”

Chen Jianqiu's voice came from behind her.

"No, Mr. Chen, I'm just tired of the current mission goal."

Eva turned her face again and smiled.

"Everybody comes into the world with a different role, just like on Broadway."

"Life is like a play, isn't it all acting, I just want to change roles occasionally." She said.

"Generally speaking, the frontier detective society sets its pawns with inherent roles, even scripts, that remain unchanged for many years; But you're different, you're not a pawn. ”

Chen Jianqiu put down his wine glass and said.

"Tell me, why do you want to change roles, is it because the current situation is too dangerous?"

"No, this one is too useless now, I'm going to change to a younger one, one that looks more powerful." Eva said in astonishment, "Please allow me to fake the public for once." ”

Chen Jianqiu walked out of the shadows with a wine glass.

He walked up to Eva's side and circled the woman a few times.

"Oh~ I see, you've got a crush on little Rockefeller." Chen Jianqiu suddenly realized, and tilted his neck to kill the whiskey in the glass.

Eva didn't speak.

“OK。” Chen Jianqiu walked back to the counter and put the glass and whiskey back in the cabinet.

When he came out of the cabinet again, he had a large envelope in his hand.

Chen Jianqiu stuffed the envelope into Eva's hand.

"Hide, girl, and don't let Harriman see it."

With that, he walked out of the tailor's door, and after taking a few steps, he suddenly turned back:

"By the way, the door doesn't need to be locked, someone will come later."

After Chen Jianqiu left, Eva came under the street lamp.

She opened the envelope and her pupils shook when she saw the contents.

Little Rockefeller was called by the driver, and the servant and several other people were carried into his villa with one arm by one.

The drunken young master Rockefeller was like a dead dog.

The driver beckoned the servants to move the young master to the bed, cleaned it up, and drove himself to the old Rockefeller's mansion on the outskirts of New York City.

Old Rockefeller had not yet slept, and was reading a book in the living room, seemingly waiting for him.

"Settled?"

The old Rockefeller did not look up and asked.

"Well, the young master has already slept, and he has drunk a lot of wine." The driver stood respectfully at the door of the living room and replied cautiously.

"He, uh, crashed into a car." He hesitated for a moment, but reported it anyway.

"It's good that people are okay."

For the rest of the day, the elder Rockefeller did not speak again, and the room was silent.

The driver wanted to say something, but his lips moved several times, but he didn't say a word.

"Say whatever you want." Old Rockefeller caught a glimpse of the driver's embarrassment and said.

"Master, I know that you still care about the young master, but why have you been reluctant to see him, deliberately suppressing and snubbing him?"

The driver said what he wanted to say.

These words were held back in his heart for a long time.

He also knew that these words might not be said by him as a driver, but he couldn't help but say them when he saw his young master giving up on himself like this.

The driver did not expect an answer from the old Rockefeller.

To his surprise, however, the elder Rockefeller closed the book in his hand and placed it on the table on his right.

He said slowly:

"John was a talented kid, but he was squeamish, which is why he didn't handle things well the first few times."

"There are some things that he must figure out by himself, and only when he figures it out by himself will he not be so ridiculous, and I can hand over the burden to him."

He looked at the driver:

"Of course, whether you want to tell him these words or not is your business, because now that you say it, he will not listen."

The driver nodded.

"You go out, I'm tired." Old Rockefeller waved his hand at the driver.

After reaching a consensus in the Masonic salons, Morgan united the monopoly tycoons and began to fight back.

First, Morgan hired Barrister Hickman, who appeared in the salon, as the lead counsel for Northern Securities' defense team, and began to battle Harper, a federal prosecutor in his sixties, in circuit court.

The other trust giants also rushed to the death of the tongue.

They have their lawyers on the team that defends Northern Securities, and they use their connections to lobby for Congress and the courts.

They instructed the company's lawyers to refuse to give any truth about the case to the court,

They even denied that the Northern Securities Company was the de facto owner of the railroad companies in the west.

As a result, the case of the Northern Securities Company entered a long period of investigation.

In the face of protracted investigations by the courts and prosecutors, Knox actively pushed the situation in favor of the Justice Department.

He traveled to Pittsburgh to deliver a speech in which he strongly urged Congress to immediately enact a supplemental bill to improve the speed and efficiency of antitrust prosecution and to rally public support for his righteous act.

With Roosevelt's support, supplemental evidence collection and investigative work continued.

This time, Northern Securities began to take strict precautions, trying to prevent any internal evidence against them from appearing in court.

Harriman began destroying the evidence before Knox's investigators did.

At the same time, he also began to send people to monitor his core employees to prevent them from leaking things that should not be leaked.

However, no matter what he did, a large amount of evidence involving internal circumstances kept appearing in court.

These evidences form a complete logical chain, which is very unfavorable to Northern Securities.

Knox watched Harper triumph in the courtroom and happily said to the prosecutor:

"It shouldn't be long before we can take out Northern Securities!"

Harper, however, shook his head.

He knew very well that the old lawyers on the other side had their own methods.

Sure enough, the problem was not as simple as Knox thought.

Not only did Morgan's lawyer team find all sorts of excuses to delay the trial, but Circuit Court Judge William also allowed the prosecution and defense to engage in an endless war of words.

Harper picked his pick.

His body couldn't support the stalking of the group of lawyers opposite.

Haupt, the newly appointed federal prosecutor, also thinks Secretary Knox is in too much of a hurry.

He informed the Deputy Minister of Justice, Richards, that in any case the case would not be able to put the case on the bench before mid-January 1903.

But none of this has anything to do with Rockefeller Jr.

He still eats, drinks and has fun every day, drunk and dreams of death.

Until one day.

His car crashed again.

(End of chapter)