1850 American Gold Tycoon.

Chapter 52 Elizabeth
Elizabeth wore a low-necked ruffled floral dress, with a slightly cinched velvet ribbon that accentuated her slender waist.

She inherited her father's excellent height genes. Her height of 172 cm and the pair of high heels hidden under the skirt made her taller than most American men in this era.

Her facial features are very three-dimensional, and her upright nose and chin are small and cute, making people want to pinch them.

The most attractive thing is her pair of clear eyes full of innocence, like the purest and flawless crystals in the world.

San Francisco lacks women, but it's not that there are no women, it's just that most of the women who come to San Francisco are seductive women.

It was the first time that a girl as pure, innocent and charming as Elizabeth appeared on the streets of San Francisco.

Soon, she became the most dazzling star on the street, and she was like a magnetic magnet, attracting the attention of countless men.

If it weren't for Vanderbilt, a six-foot-tall (183cm) man with a big waist and a round waist, standing next to Elizabeth, it is hard to guarantee that these guys with sperm and brains have unreasonable thoughts about Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth, you're seventeen years old, and it's time to find someone who will love and protect you. Your older sisters, Louisa and Shepard, were already at the Episcopal Church at Madison Avenue and 35th Street at your age." Hongdaotang held a wedding."

Vanderbilt took a Cuban cigar from his left breast pocket and held it to his lips, then reached into his trouser pocket for a match.

"Are you talking about those young men in New York who have nothing to do all day long and hang out at the banquets of high society elites and celebrities? I have no interest in those hypocritical, glossy bastards.

My sisters obeyed your arrangement, joined the rich and famous, and every time they came back, they hugged their mother and cried bitterly.I don't want to live a boring and torturous life like my sisters, and I don't want my mother to cry for me. "

Elizabeth fell in love with a beautiful silk ribbon with a beautiful pattern she had never seen before.

She tried the ribbon, which held her hat in place, and expertly tied a beautiful bow under her chin, the color of which matched her tawny hair and yellow hat perfectly.

She is very satisfied, but she thinks the price of the ribbon is a bit expensive, it needs 7 dollars, and her monthly pocket money is only 8 dollars.

Of course, she is much luckier than her older brothers and sisters. Her mother told her that the eldest sister Luisa's monthly pocket money was only two or three dollars.And the eldest brother William Henry only had a pitiful seventy or eighty cents.

Perhaps the father wanted to make up for them out of guilt, and the brothers and sisters had more pocket money after they got to Kony.

After haggling, Elizabeth finally reached the deal with $7, and the seller also agreed to send her a small silk ribbon as a hair tie.

This gave her a sense of accomplishment, showing off her achievements to the neighbors.

"Do you think I have the same talent for business as you?"

Vanderbilt finally found a match and lit his cigar, and after impatiently taking a sip of the cigar, he said regretfully: "If it were me, this deal could be at least $3 or even lower. "

At this moment, a man in a hurry bumped into Vanderbilt, lowered his head and apologized to Vanderbilt repeatedly, interrupting Fang Bilt's words.

Vanderbilt touched his pocket subconsciously, and he quickly realized that his wallet had been stolen again.

It was a reflex he'd had after being pickpocketed countless times in New York.

Seeing that the pickpocketing had been exposed, the pickpocket quickened his pace and wanted to blend into the crowd and escape.

It's a pity that before he took a few steps, Vanderbilt rushed up, and a pair of strong rough hands clamped his shoulders.

"Hey! Hello, Mr. thief who has no eyesight, stole the purse from me?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the pickpocket hurriedly tossed the wallet he had just pickedpocketed to his companion who was on the sidelines.Turn around and try to wrestle with Vanderbilt.

When Vanderbilt was young, he had many fights to compete with competitors for passengers and popular routes.

It can be said that the routes he operated in New York were punched out by him.

Sailors and crew are rough people, and it is impossible to sit down and negotiate calmly like hypocritical gentlemen, and divide the cake that is not big.

When encountering contradictions and conflicts, fists are the most effective way to solve them.

In New York, he was one of the best fighters in fighting, so that before the fight started, the opponent obediently gave up the passengers and the route when they heard of Vanderbilt's famous name.Because in this case, you don't have to lie in bed for several months to recuperate.

The skinny pickpocket's attempt to break free from Vanderbilt by force was undoubtedly a daydream.

Vanderbilt's iron fist quickly hit him in the face. Before the pickpocket could react, he was hit by Vanderbilt again in the chest and lay on the ground in pain.

Vanderbilt pulled out his revolver and put it on the pickpocket's forehead, intending to turn him over to the local police station.

"Sir, is this your wallet? I'm very sorry, it's our fault that your wallet was picked here."

Three people in strange uniforms appeared in front of Vanderbilt's eyes. They had a badge pinned to their chests, and the badge had a pattern of a bear.

And their oriental faces are extremely rare in the eastern United States.

With his many years of experience in the rivers and lakes, Vanderbilt judged that they should be members of the local gang.

Such civilized and responsible gang members are rare in New York.

He opened the wallet and saw that there were dollar bills and bank notes in it, so he took out a few gold coins and dollars from the crack of the wallet to express his gratitude to them.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir. We appreciate your kindness. We have our rules and code of conduct, and we cannot accept anyone's property in private."

The leader of the gang shook his head and stumbled out what he wanted to express in English with a strong oriental accent.It's not worth losing your job for a few gold coins and dollars.

"Are you Liang Yao's subordinates?"

Gang members with an oriental face, which made Vanderbilt naturally associate these gang members with Liang Yao.

He guessed that people in a gold-producing place like San Francisco have not completely lost their minds, and that they still maintain the proper order of a civilized society should be related to the existence of these gang members.

Sometimes gang members have incomparable advantages over the police in managing social order.This point, Vanderbilt deeply felt in New York.

However, the gang is a double-edged sword. It will be of great benefit to you if you use it well, but it can also bite you back if you get out of control.

"You mean our big leader?"

The leader of the gang recognized Liang Yao's name, and thought that this ghost didn't even know the relationship between the Loyalty Society and the leader, so he should be a ghost who just came to San Francisco.

"Yes, I heard that he is in the city. I want to meet him. Please guide me." Vanderbilt said in a tone that could not be refused.

Although Vanderbilt was dressed plainly, the members of the Loyalty Society had seen the thick dollar money order in his wallet, and they thought they were not ordinary ghosts, so they agreed to Vanderbilt's request.

(End of this chapter)