Old Rockefeller was pruning his precious flowers in his back garden.

Even among these flowers, some are not well adapted to the cold weather of New York.

However, the elder Rockefeller always believed that as long as he cultivated it carefully, there was no flower that could not bloom in New York.

So, every once in a while, there were always a lot of bare flower pots in the old Rockefeller's courtyard.

"Father, mourning!"

Danny looked at the flower pot his dad was holding.

The plant in the pot, which was no longer of the same species, had a few dead leaves hanging from it.

A gust of wind blew, and two more pieces fell.

"It'll grow again next spring." Rockefeller Sr. said.

Older people, in the face of yellowing and dilapidation, will inevitably have some empathy, and a trace of sadness will arise in their hearts.

So the old man chose to lie to himself.

"I heard that you have started to negotiate business in New York on behalf of the family in the past two days?"

The old man placed the pot in his hand in one corner and turned to another.

"Yes, father, there is a lot of pressure from the government right now, and we have to find a way together." Danny said.

Old Rockefeller turned around slowly and looked at Danny, his eyes were like swords, and his voice was majestic:

"Who gave you the guts and the power?"

The old man suddenly became intimidating.

However, in the face of his aggressive momentum, Danny did not panic at all.

"I think if it were you, I would do the same." "You're not in good health, and you shouldn't let this kind of thing disturb your retirement," he said. ”

The old Rockefeller stared at the "eldest son" in front of him.

If it were the same as before, Rockefeller Jr. would either be hungover gibberish or cowardly silent.

But today he not only dared to look him in the eye, but also acted so-for-tat.

He didn't boil him in vain.

Old Rockefeller's eyes were cloudy again.

He turned around and went back to fiddling with his flowers.

Danny stood quietly behind him with his hands down.

Father and son remained subtly silent.

"Don't plan to continue tossing with that woman?"

In the end, it was the old Rockefeller who bent over that broke the silence.

"Women only affect our judgment of the state of affairs, and as a mature man, we should learn to control our desires." Danny replied.

Old Rockefeller straightened up, turned around, and looked at his eldest son with a surprised gaze.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

This feels so weird.

He felt strange, but familiar.

What is strange is the eldest son in front of him, and what is familiar is that this feeling seems to have been seen in someone's body.

A gust of wind blew, and the old Rockefeller coughed one after another, and he couldn't stop it at all.

"Father, the wind is blowing." Danny reminded behind him.

"I'm old, and this cough hasn't gotten much better since last winter."

The tone of the old Rockefeller became unusually kind.

"Your mother is not in good health either, and she often comes back to see her."

"If only my brother were still around, you wouldn't be so lonely." Danny said suddenly.

Old Rockefeller slowly raised his head, his eyes flashing:

"Don't always mention a deceased person, who has talent but has gone the wrong way."

Perhaps he used to think about his youngest son from time to time.

That's also because the eldest son didn't make it.

Now that the eldest son seems to be more and more reliable, the younger son, who has died, is not so important.

It's good to be dead, at least there is less trouble with cannibalism.

As for the urine sex of his eldest son before, he is not the opponent of the rebel son at all.

Old Rockefeller walked up to Danny and patted him on the shoulder:

"Looking ahead, the Rockefeller family now has only one heir, and that is you, and you decide the future of the Rockefeller family."

Danny took a deep breath.

"Take care, father."

With that, he turned and left the old Rockefeller's yard and walked out of the gate of the villa.

A new Ford car was parked in front of the villa.

The driver poked his head out of the car and waved at him.

"Young Master! Here, get on the bus! ”

Danny recognized the driver.

This person had been following Rockefeller Jr. before, and it was the old Rockefeller who put his son's eyeliner in his side.

During this time, he has been avoiding too much contact with this person to prevent too many flaws from being exposed.

He hesitated, but sat in the passenger seat.

"Young master, are you still adjusting to life in New York?" The driver turned his face and asked with a smirk.

"It's okay, me."

Danny was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly went into cardiac arrest.

How could this driver suddenly ask this sentence?

When was his identity revealed?

Danny's sweat was running down his back.

"Winter in New York is about the same as Denver, don't be a layman, Schredder."

A voice suddenly came from the back seat.

Danny turned his head to see a man in a black coat sitting in the back seat.

He slowly raised his head, revealing a yellow-skinned face under his hat.

"Let me introduce you, this driver's name is Schredder, a senior undercover agent of the Border Detective Agency, if you have anything in the future, you can discuss it with him, and he will assist you." Chen Jianqiu pointed to the driver and said.

The driver smiled, honestly so that people could not see a flaw.

Danny couldn't say a word.

He really couldn't imagine how many chess pieces were buried in the shadows in his hands with this man behind him.

And he, possibly, is also one of these pawns.

Winter in New York is cold.

For those Wall Street monopoly tycoons, winter is also coming.

Northern Securities was ruthlessly split.

Next, there is the American sugar industry, American tobacco.

And Danny, who turned into a person, quickly controlled the entire Standard Oil Company with the acquiescence of the old Rockefeller and the secret help of Chen Jianqiu.

Shareholders of the Standard Oil Trust experienced a method that was not used for the previous board meeting.

In the words of one of the former members of the board of directors of the Santa Fe Railroad Company, the current board of directors of Standard Oil Company is in order, and he has only seen it in a certain chairman surnamed Chen.

He recalled the fear of being dominated by two teams of heavily armed men in black.

When Rockefeller Sr. started, he would occasionally ask about the company.

But later, he never appeared in front of everyone again.

Because his illness is getting worse and worse.

Although the elder Rockefeller's personal physician was always optimistic about the old man's condition, the fact is that when Danny gradually came to power, the old man's situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

The doctor had absolutely no idea what was going on.

Because this is beyond his inherent knowledge.

It is even bold to say that the old man's symptoms look more like a chronic poisoning.

But he didn't dare to talk nonsense about this kind of thing.

After another two years, his wife Laura became the last straw that crushed the old man's condition.

Old Rockefeller died.

Die in another winter.

He died in time, to other people, but also to himself.

Because he didn't live to see his empire collapse.

President Roosevelt thought that there would be no way to dismember Standard Oil Tractors during his presidency, and was ready to entrust this great cause to his successor, Taft.

Rockefeller Jr. took the initiative to dissolve the Standard Oil Trust.

This shocked the whole of the United States.

Some people cheered.

They believe that the government's efforts have not been in vain.

The source of social contradictions stems from the emergence of trusts, a dark cloud hanging over the United States.

When the trust falls, there is a blue sky.

And others began to summon the soul of the old Rockefeller who had just died.

Most of these people are old and young people who have eaten the dividends.

In their words, monopoly is the result of industrial consolidation, a kind of order.

It is this order that has allowed the United States to soar to the top of the world over the past few decades.

If order is absent, chaos will return.

And if the old Rockefeller was still around, he would never let that happen.

But there's no way to change anything about this statement.

The successor of the Rockefeller family, Rockefeller Jr., did not care at all what they thought.

He was in public and never mentioned his father again.

Never.

Even if it's just a few words.

Most people don't care what they think.

Because with the collapse of Standard Oil, dozens of new companies have sprung up in various states.

Most of the industry is busy making money and grabbing the market.

For example, Chen Jianqiu has taken shares in several of these companies.

Who's going to take care of a bunch of whiners.

The grave of the old Rockefeller was also left out in the cold.

At best, he can rest in peace and be disturbed no more.

But on another level, he is no longer missed.

"Father, it was you who said to me, don't always mention the deceased."

Danny glanced at his father's tombstone.

He threw a flower on it and walked away without looking back.

If there are any companies in the United States that have monopolized or are close to monopolies, I am afraid that only Chen Jianqiu's Gunpowder Association has not moved.

It's not that no one in the federal government is trying to get a lid on the association.

However, a number of relevant departments of the army, including the General Staff, quickly came forward to raise objections.

According to them, the army needs to have a stable supply of arms.

They warned politicians.

If you don't want the United States' interests abroad to be affected too much, don't use too many crooked brains.

The Secretary of State agrees.

The Panama Canal is still being built!

Boss Chen advanced money and went out to dig out the future for the United States.

If you turn around, you'll burn Boss Chen's backyard! Or is it not human?

The finance minister also jumped out and scolded at a private gathering of politicians.

The federation still owes Boss Chen a lot of debt!

If the government really has the ability to flip the table and destroy the creditors, and then cancel the debts, it is also a way.

But the last Texas facts proved that they didn't.

So why are you going to flirt with people at this time?!

Besides, who will lend you money after doing this?

It's one thing to borrow money, it's one thing to only repay interest, but it's another thing to start with creditors.

As a result, those plans to target the Gunpowder Association and the industries under Chen Jianqiu fell through again.

However, Boss Chen's family unexpectedly left New York and returned to Roswell, while his son also went to California to study at Stanford University.

In Chen Jianqiu's words, the overall situation in the east has been decided, and it is time to return to the west.

In 1913, another winter turned to spring.

The Spring Festival has arrived.

Roswell, as usual, up and down, put up lights, men, women, and children were busy hanging lanterns and pasting Spring Festival couplets.

Chen Jianqiu is no exception.

He stood outside the gate of his courtyard and gestured at the door with a red couplet.

On the table beside him was a pot of paste and the bottom half of the couplet.

"Dad, I'm back!"

A voice came from behind him.

Chen Jianqiu turned his head to look and found that his son Chen Pengkun appeared behind him with a large suitcase.

And beside him, there stood a blonde girl.

"I'm sad about your father."

Chen Jianqiu put down the couplet in his hand, walked up to the girl, and looked at him with pity.

"But now this is your home, no one can bully my Chen family's daughter-in-law!" He said.

The girl nodded.

Her name is Susan Astor.

Her father, who is also a good friend of Chen Jianqiu, Astor IV took his second wife on the famous ship - the Titanic last year.

Chen Jianqiu didn't know about this.

He has returned to the west.

He even had some regrets.

If you knew it and advised it in advance, maybe things would be completely different.

In accordance with the will.

Most of Astor Jr.'s estate will be inherited by his son, Vincent Astor.

However, the young man didn't have much affection for his sister, and coupled with the complicated family faction, all kinds of people were eyeing Susan's share.

Girls are in a difficult situation.

Between Susan and Chen Pengkun, there was a marriage contract for a long time.

Chen Jianqiu didn't have any intention of avoiding suspicion, and let his son marry Susan shortly after Little Aster's funeral.

At the same time, he also spoke.

He didn't want to touch a penny of the rest of the Astor family's property.

But who would dare to touch Susan's share or disrespect this girl?

Then he's going to make that person pay some of the price he deserves.

"Don't be stunned, help Dad paste Spring Festival couplets!" Chen Pengkun went back to the house and put the box away, walked out and said to Susan.

Chen Jianqiu was happy, handed the Spring Festival couplets to the two of them, took a few steps back, and pointed at the side.

"Boss!" Another voice came from behind.

Chen Jianqiu turned his head again, wondering why he was so lively here today.

The visitor turned over and dismounted, dressed in the uniform of an American officer, with a silver star hanging from his epaulette.

"Yo, promoted to brigadier general? How do I remember someone complaining to me that I didn't have a chance to come? General Lee? Chen Jianqiu glanced up and down at the visitor and quipped.

"Hey, don't mention it, when I first entered the West Point Military Academy, I couldn't read the textbook at all."

Li Sifu shook his head.

"Don't say anything about General Li, those guys in the staff have always thought that I have something to do with the commander of the Confederate Army during the Civil War."

"You guys keep posting, I'll test the results when I come back!"

Chen Jianqiu admonished, then turned his head to Li Sifu and made a gesture of invitation to the door:

"Chief of Staff Li, please take it, drink tea inside."

The tea room is located in the west side of the courtyard, and the furnishings are antique, and the paintings hanging on the walls are lifelike.

Chen Jianqiu and Li Sifu sat facing each other on both sides of the tea house.

He burned a stick of incense, and then began to burn the tea set and make tea.

The aroma of tea and smoke soon intertwined and permeated the entire tea room.

Li Sifu respectfully took the tea handed to him by Chen Jianqiu and took a sip.

"The European side is expected to fight soon." Li Sifu said, "There is only one reason missing. ”

As deputy chief of the general staff of the newly established US General Staff, he naturally said the conclusions of the General Staff.

"Well, I know that." Chen Jianqiu poured boiling water into the teapot.

Who knows better than the arms dealer where war is going on and where it will be.

Chen Jianqiu's arms factories are already producing weapons at full capacity for export.

"However, the Federation may not plan to intervene in the war for the time being." Li Sifu said.

"Believe me, it's only a matter of time before you join the war." Chen Jianqiu took a sip of tea, "These will be two world wars, and no one will be spared." ”

"Two?"

Li Sifu has always been convinced of his boss's judgment.

He took a deep breath.

"Well, maybe it's a show, I'm not sure." Chen Jianqiu smiled.

Due to some of his "inadvertent" actions, the timeline has changed, and he is not sure if the future will be the same.

"Another thing is that Japan's influence has extended to the edge of Hawaii, and I think they may be a little unwilling." Li Sifu said.

"You're right." Chen Jianqiu nodded, "These madmen will not be willing to sink on their own island, but will follow the example of Britain and compete with other countries for the world." ”

"They may not declare war on the United States for the time being, and they may even be on the same side for a while, but it is only a matter of time before they become enemies of the United States."

Chen Jianqiu added.

"I think if you want to open up the situation in the Far East, you can find an opportunity to beat them to death."

"It's good to let these Japanese people see the world." Li Sifu agreed with Chen Jianqiu's opinion, "These turtles have just found some confidence in the Russians. ”

The two began to have a match, and chatted about some other things without a match.

"Boss, if I had been told by boat that the Chinese could have a place here, and that I could also be the deputy chief of the general staff of the US military, I would definitely think that person was crazy."

Li Sifu looked at the lush crops and fields not far from the window and sighed.

The Chinese have gained a place in the United States, just as the Chihuahua desert of Roswell has become an oasis, which is incredible.

But Chen Jianqiu did it all.

"We may have just been a little late, but we didn't expect that the Chinese would be able to integrate into this society in a bloodless way." Li Sifu tapped his fingers on the table.

However, Chen Jianqiu did not reply to him immediately, but stared out the window.

"No, you're wrong, Sifu." He said slowly.

"In this land, there is no early or late talk, but only strong and weak."

"Whoever is strong can have the right to speak in this land."

"National affairs, involving customs and beliefs, may be the most difficult problem in the world to solve."

"Integration is mutual, not one-sided, and it takes process and time."

"Throw away unrealistic illusions and be prepared for bloodshed and sacrifice, it takes many generations, many years, and firm faith to be able to truly fight for a piece of heaven on this land!"

Chen Jianqiu closed his eyes.

Outside the window, there was a crackling sound of firecrackers.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already red.

(End of the book)

(End of chapter)