America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 108 New York's Largest Landlord
The passengers who were talking about staying away from Chen Jianqiu just now opened their mouths wide.

It was hard for them to believe that this yellow-skinned bumpkin would know the master of the luxury car.

Under their watchful eyes, Chen Jianqiu and the writer stood up, followed the attendants, and walked towards the luxurious carriage at the back.

In fact, there are everyone in the carriage, and some luggage can't fit, and it is blocked in the aisle.

Under the leadership of the servants, Chen Jianqiu and the writer passed through several carriages and finally arrived at the door of the luxurious carriage.

Russell, who I met just now, was standing at the door of the carriage. He was very professional, and his expression didn't change much.

He opened the door of the carriage, and the servant and writer in front walked in.

But when Chen Jianqiu was about to follow in, Luo Su stopped him with his hand.

"Please hand over your gun, sir." The detective said without any emotion in his voice, "This is our job, please cooperate."

Chen Jianqiu didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned his head and left.

He doesn't care who is in the carriage. If he really wants to know, he can just let Xiao En go to work a little later.
Any black man who is the owner of the compartment may be able to tell him what color his underpants are.

But before he took two steps, a voice came from the carriage: "Where is Mr. Mark Twain's bodyguard friend? Why didn't he come in?"

The servant who brought them here just now hastily ran out the door. Seeing Chen Jianqiu turning his head and walking back, he rushed forward and greeted loudly:

"Sir, sir, come back quickly."

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and shook his head regretfully at the servant: "I'm afraid I won't be able to pass your 'safety regulations'. You know, in the west, we will not disarm under the order of anyone other than law enforcement officers."

"Especially when something like that just happened." He added, "There are too many bad guys."

"Sir, please explain clearly, what do you mean?" Rose's face was a little downcast, and he was very dissatisfied with Chen Jianqiu's words with a gun and a stick.

"Okay, okay! I'm begging you, both of you, stop arguing." The servant walked between the two, with a bitter look on his face, he turned to the detective.

"Mr. Russell, I know you are very professional, and thank you very much for your dedication. Give me face. Mr. Mark Twain and his bodyguards were invited by us, and there is no reason to keep them out."

Russell didn't know if he had rhinitis or some other problem with his nose, so he wiped his nose with a kerchief again, and snorted angrily:
"I'm just a bodyguard hired by you to fulfill the obligation to protect you. You can do whatever you want."

So, Chen Jianqiu swaggered into the carriage following the servant.

The carriage is very luxurious, the floor is covered with camel hair red carpet, which is spotless; the ceiling of the carriage hangs two silver chandeliers side by side.

Chen Jianqiu took out his pocket watch, it was around 3 pm, the sun was shining outside, but the chandelier was on.

Because the velvet curtains were drawn and covered with a thin layer of silky white gauze.

The entire carriage presents a retro deep red color, and the red fir board covers and wraps the iron sheet on the top surface of the carriage and the wall.

The furniture is also red. The furniture made of red oak is placed in the carriage. There are tables, bookcases, and even a bed. If you look carefully, you can see that the craftsmanship is very delicate, and it must be from the hands of skilled craftsmen.

There are two paintings hanging on the wall at the top of the carriage. The owner of the paintings obviously cherishes the paintings very much, because they are mounted in exquisite gold-plated picture frames. This stuff itself is of great value.

Seeing Chen Jianqiu's gaze, the servant pointed to one of the paintings.

Chen Jianqiu seemed to have a little impression of this painting. He had seen it before time travelling. It was colorful and had a strong impact of light and shadow.

"This painting is the young master's favorite. It's called "Sunrise·Impression". The author is a Frenchman named Monet; those stupid Europeans can't accept new things at all. It is said that the painter is so poor that he is starving to death." .”

"The young master has already sent invitations to those people, and is arranging an art exhibition for them in New York."

Chen Jianqiu sighed a little, who would have thought that the painting in front of him was the pioneering work of Impressionism, and would become an invaluable treasure of the French Marmodan Museum of Art 100 years later.

Unfortunately, it will take at least 20 years for Monet to make his fortune.

The servant went on to say to him:

"These carriages are custom-made by the young master. They are usually placed in the New York train station. When needed, they can be directly connected to the front of the train and left."

In the 19th century, American rich people knew how to play. Chen Jianqiu originally thought that the back seat was just the first-class seat of the railway company, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be the private carriage of the rich man.

A young man is talking and laughing with Mark Twain under the painting.

"Your Excellency, you are really too humorous, hahaha..."

I don't know what kind of short joke the writer told him. The young man laughed and patted the table.

"I really like your work. I am your loyal reader. That... yes, "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer". I bought many copies and gave them to our friends."

Mark Twain seemed to like the innocence and straightforwardness of young people, and he laughed too.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is John Jacob Astor IV. Old Astor is my great-grandfather." The young man suddenly realized that he hadn't introduced himself , he said apologetically.

The Astor family was probably one of the richest families in the entire United States at that time, and the largest landowner in New York.

The young man stood up. He turned around and saw Chen Jianqiu standing at the door, beckoning to him, "Sir, please sit down."

The young man walked to a bookcase, opened the drawer under the cabinet, and took out a thick stack of manuscripts from inside.

He walked back to Mark Twain and handed him the manuscript: "Actually, I have always had a desire to be a writer. This is the beginning of my novel "Journey to Other Stars". I hope you can give me some advice."

The writer took the manuscript and began to read it one by one. The young man leaned on the table, leaning forward, with an expression of nervousness and anticipation.

Chen Jianqiu is not very interested in this kind of local tyrants chasing stars, and just give them a round of applause after the local tyrants are happy to reward them.

He continued to look at the carriage.

The cabinet where the young man took the manuscript before was filled with various works of art. Chen Jianqiu had no doubts about the authenticity of these things.

However, when his eyes swept to the middle layer of the cabinet, he suddenly stopped.

Something like a picture book placed there attracted him.

The picture album was put aside alone, and there was a bookmark-like thing inside, which had obviously been flipped through just now, and it should have been opened by the young man from the table when they came in.

The package of the album looked ordinary from the outside, but the string of names on the spine made him focus.

The names above are:

George Lockhart.

　Thank you for the song played the day after tomorrow, please call me Mr. Wolf, the decadent article, the monthly pass to pass the time, thank you for your recommendation tickets and subscriptions.

　　One more, two more later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)