America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Under the organization of McCann and others, the nascent Oklahoma City soon held its first election since its establishment.

The Chinese here are no strangers to elections.

Together with the white people on the North Shore, they actively fulfilled their civil rights and obligations.

The result is no suspense.

Chen Jianqiu became the first Chinese mayor on the American continent.

Surprisingly, in addition to the votes in the hands of the Chinese, many other white people also voted for Chen Jianqiu.

Some of them came with the Chinese from Roswell.

Some were overwhelmed by those cannons.

For the rest, the reasons are simpler.

The reasons of the farmers are rustic and simple.

Mr. Chen sold them seeds and magic fertilizer, sold them lambs and calves, built bridges for them, and helped keep them safe from bandits like other towns in the west.

Life is booming.

What is skin color?Can I replace a truckload of nitrogen fertilizer?Can you keep safe?

Related institutions such as the City Council were established almost at the same time.

Small but complete.

This news did not cause any waves in the local area, but it caused an uproar in Washington and New York.

Chinese as mayor?Still in Oklahoma Territory!

Does this mean that area has been occupied by Chinese? !
People who didn't know the truth began to speculate.

However, some media soon reported new news. Several media, led by Pulitzer's "New York World", described this incident as a successful integration of western nations.

Here, the Chinese and the whites lived in peace and built their own homes together.

They can communicate fluently in English.

This is yet another testament to the tolerance and greatness of America's institutions.

Most of the newspapers said this because they had received money from Chen Jianqiu.

Wang Qingfu's "Chinese Political Alliance" brandished Boss Chen's checkbook and successfully "reshaped" the ethnic views of journalists and editors.

As for Pulitzer's "New York World", it is one of the very few that cannot be bought with money.

Mr. Pulitzer himself traveled to Oklahoma City by train.

He didn't tell Chen Jianqiu in advance.

Instead, adhering to the spirit of seeking truth from facts, I came here to conduct an interview in person.

He stayed here for a week and interviewed a lot of white people.

"The mayor is a great man, he doesn't take a salary, he doesn't occupy a piece of land here, and builds our schools and clinics for free!"

"That's right, our mayor, hey, I've met him, and he picked out lambs for me himself, look, how fat they grow!"

"Ah? Sir, come and see, what is this? This is an electric light! My husband, it is a rare thing that is rarely seen in the east. Now our town is using it, even on the road!"

Every red-necked face is filled with pride and excitement, as if this is their hometown.

"What's that?" Pulitzer pointed to the four fenced ruins by the river.

"Oh, that's the work of a bunch of idiots who have had a good life. Every time we pass by, we will take it as a warning."

Pulitzer and Chen Jianqiu are acquainted.

He remembered the criticism of people here in New York, and for some reason he had an inexplicable sense of mission.

He must tell the truth here to the people of New York, Boston and Washington!

On the way here, Pulitzer also passed through two other cities in Oklahoma that were established almost at the same time as here—Enid and Guthrie.

Compared with this place, those two places are just shit!
Under the repeated brainwashing of newspapers and public opinion, public discussions on this matter gradually subsided.

But it also caught the attention of others.

One night, 221 Fifth Avenue, New York.

A carriage stopped in front of an inconspicuous small house.

A gentleman in frock coat stepped out of the carriage.

His name was Greg Huck, and he was from Philadelphia, chief director of the Philadelphia-Reading Railroad, and a well-known railroad tycoon.

Hauke ​​is an upright man with a big beard.

He straightened his clothes and hat, straightened his waist, and strode towards the door of that room.

A waiter stood at the door.

Hauke ​​took out a delicate velvet pouch from his pocket.

He untied the rope that tied the mouth of the bag, and poured something out of it.

Under the light of the doorway, this thing has a metallic luster.

is a badge.

A divider and a ruler form the pattern of the emblem, and between the two is a large letter "G".

The waiter saw the badge, bowed deeply to Hawke, and then opened the door behind him.

Hawke walked in.

Entering the door is an aisle, and on the walls on both sides of the aisle, there are exquisitely framed portraits hung one by one.

The characters in the portraits are all prominent in the history of the United States. They include George Washington, Benjamin Franklin
Hauke ​​glanced over these portraits, and a hint of pride appeared on his face involuntarily.

After passing through the aisle, there is a living room that does not look luxurious, but is very delicate.

In the living room, someone was already sitting there.

Sitting on the sofa, with a face as smooth as an egg shell, is Thomas Edison; leaning on a recliner, holding a newspaper, and reading with a big nose by the light of the fireplace, is John Pierpont. Morgan; and next to Morgan, smoking a cigar and frowning, was John D. Rockefeller.

Hawke noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room.

"Mr. Hauke, are you here?" Edison stood up from the sofa and said to the railway tycoon.

But his face didn't seem too good-looking, and he looked a little embarrassed.

The two big men over there realized Hawke's arrival after hearing Thomas's words, and nodded to him.

Hawke sat down on the sofa beside Thomas.

But the topic that Morgan and Rockefeller talked about didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

"Is that the kid we met at Scott's?" Rockefeller asked, puffing on his cigar.

"Well, it's him, called Chen Jianqiu." Morgan put the newspaper in his hand on the table.

"He's pretty good now." Rockefeller frowned even more. "A few years ago, he was a country bumpkin digging oil in New Mexico."

"It can be different now. He is the president of the Gunpowder Association, the chairman of the board of directors of the Pacific Railway Company and the Santa Fe Railroad Company, the owner of the Roswell Electric Company, and the mayor of a new city with tens of thousands of people."

Morgan began to name Chen Jianqiu's current title from memory, and when he said it, even he was startled.

This person's business seems to overlap with everyone here.

"He still has a bank in his hand!" Rockefeller reminded.

"Did you think you could crush him with one finger?" Morgan ignored the teasing in Rockefeller's words and looked at him playfully.

"I can still do it now!"

Rockefeller replied.

The richest man has the arrogance of the richest man. Of course, no matter in terms of total wealth or current size, he has such arrogance.

"Or let's recruit him into the club, what do you think?" Morgan said suddenly.

At this time, not only Rockefeller, but the other two people in the room also looked at Morgan.

"Mr. Morgan, you don't know, he is a Chinese, right?" Rockefeller asked suspiciously.

Freemasons have never said that they do not accept Chinese, they only exclude atheists.

It's just that the Core Presbyterian Church in New York has now become an internal organization of the major elites, and it is a tool used by businessmen and politicians to bind their interests.

Morgan smiled and waved his hands again: "I'm just talking."

"However, it is true that he can't continue to develop like this." Rockefeller took a deep breath on his cigar.

"We can start with his most profitable railway!"