mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 395 Otherwise, I will hold my hand and grow old together

The Walldorf-Astor Hotel was originally two hotels.

The two hotel owners are cousins.

After being built, the two hotels are connected by a garden corridor of more than 300 meters and merged into one.

This hotel can still be opened for 20 years, and then it will be demolished, and the famous Empire State Building will be built on this basis.

But at this time, this hotel is an excellent social place for the upper class in New York, and it is extremely luxurious.

After the hotel was completed, the Vanderbilt family, steel and railroad magnates, celebrated the hotel's opening with a charity ball.Hiring the New York Symphony Orchestra to perform here was the first social and philanthropic event to be held at the hotel for celebrations and charity fundraising events.

The hotel charity activities that the petty bourgeoisie are keen on in later generations started here.

In the season of mid-September, the flowers in the garden corridor are still in full bloom, with sparse shadows and dark fragrances, endless.

The walkers were enjoying themselves, but they heard a terrible roar: "What? Xiaona is gone? Why didn't she tell me when she left? This heartless woman!"

Edith Roosevelt awkwardly accepted the astonished glances from and to him.

She said angrily: "Keep your voice down, this is not the behavior that a gentleman should have, and it will disturb others."

She had never seen someone like Zhao Chuanxin who never cared about other people's eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin blatantly ignored: "The daughter-in-law has run away, I fucking care about other people's feelings?"

"You really piss me off!" Edith Roosevelt raised his voice slightly: "We wanted to find you, but we couldn't catch your figure at all! When she left, she was crying like rain. You can make a queen Thinking about this, life should have no regrets.”

She thought that Zhao Chuanxin would continue to mess around.

But Zhao Chuanxin turned his face faster than turning a book, and the "distressed" expression on his face disappeared without a trace within a second.

He patted his forehead: "Almost forgot the business. The Charles Baker who blackmailed you, he hid and couldn't find anyone. He must be afraid."

Zhao Chuanxin helped her with three considerations.

The first is the formation of an alliance between the two parties, and he has to show sincerity to some extent.

The second was because of Wilhelmina, who was ruthless but not unrelenting, and couldn't let Charles Baker, that son of a bitch, tarnish the queen's reputation.

The third is that Zhao Chuanxin did it on purpose, trying to make things big, so that Edith Roosevelt would gradually be tied to him, and he would be stuck in a quagmire that was hard to extricate himself from.

He has a grudge against Da Luo.

So he wants to set up Edith Roosevelt, and then he can use this to threaten Da Luo.

After all, forming an alliance with the "Far East Butcher" is an unacceptable scandal for Da Luo.If they cooperate to do some extraordinary things again, the shackles will become infinitely cumbersome.

Of course, the abacus was very loud, and the most embarrassing thing was not catching anyone.

"This is an acceptable result." Edith Roosevelt sighed.

"Yes, yes, Edie, as long as you can accept it." Zhao Chuanxin turned into a playful smile again.

Somehow Edith Roosevelt got mad at seeing him like this.

She gritted her teeth: "Is there anything else you haven't told me?"

"Look at what you said!" Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Edie, you have to know that I am wholehearted in my heart for you, and I will not mess around outside. I have no secrets."

"..." Edith Roosevelt felt that talking to Zhao Chuanxin was too easy to drive her crazy.

Obviously nothing happened between the two.

Passers-by who passed by, combined with the words of the two, cast ambiguous glances.

The story that the milf and the spirit guy have to tell.

This made her seven orifices smoke.

"Shut up!" Edith Roosevelt yelled, "I ask you, what the hell are you doing on Wall Street? Jesse Livermore and Thomas W. You do things right?"

Zhao Chuanxin's heart skipped a beat, but his mouth was stiff: "Edie, I don't know what you're talking about, you wronged me."

"Hehe, since that's the case, well, I have some friendship with JP Morgan, I'll remind him."

John Pierpont Morgan and John Rockefeller are both the most dazzling existences of this era, with mixed reputations.

This product is at the king level on Wall Street, and stomping Wall Street shocked three shocks.

Before he spoke out against Jesse Livermore, Zhao Chuanxin had to start anew and let Thomas W. Lawson lead the action.

Now Zhao Chuanxin is really in a hurry.

He stepped forward and grabbed Edith Roosevelt's hand: "Edie, absolutely not!"

In the distance, the chief Secret Service agent in charge of guarding Edith Roosevelt widened his eyes.

Boil!
Is this awkward?
Is the first lady having an affair with Zhao Chuanxin?

Edith Roosevelt was also anxious: "Let go, let go!"

As he spoke, he watched both sides with a guilty conscience from the corner of his eye.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed her tightly and played a rogue: "As long as you promise me not to join forces, I will let go, otherwise I will hold my hand and grow old together..."

"You..." Edith Roosevelt was furious. "Okay, I promise you."

"Hehe..." Zhao Chuanxin let go. "Come on, let's sit on the bench over there."

Edith Roosevelt stomped his feet and complied.

"I can ignore it, but you have to tell me clearly, what exactly are you going to do?"

Wall Street is a gathering place for investors and entrepreneurs, promoting the development of American industry and commerce, capital accumulation and economic prosperity.

Edith Roosevelt took this very seriously.

Zhao Chuanxin secretly looked around vigilantly, but said with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, that's it. I bought some stocks. Then I asked them to raise the price as much as possible before selling them to make a little money."

Edith Roosevelt narrowed his eyes and asked suspiciously, "Is this really the case?"

She faintly felt that things were not as simple as Zhao Chuanxin said.

"It's true, Edie, with the love between us, how could I lie to you? It would hurt my heart to lie to you."

Edith Roosevelt had a big head: "Oh, okay, don't talk anymore. I hope you don't do anything out of line."

Judging from a series of appearances, what Zhao Chuanxin said seems to be the truth.

Even if he manipulates the stock price, it is in a small range, so it doesn't matter.

Although the agricultural harvest in 1907 was not as good as the bumper harvest in 1906, there were no crop failures, let alone other natural disasters.

Edith Roosevelt did not have the ability to foretell, so it cannot be counted as a financial crisis caused by "man-made disasters".

At this time, the chief secret service agent took out his pocket watch, looked at it, and walked over here.

The garden promenade is an excellent place for walking for ordinary people.

But it will make Zhao Chuanxin feel insecure because it is closed.

He said to Edith Roosevelt, "Let's switch places."

Edith Roosevelt did so.

Zhao Chuanxin sat down again, felt the temperature of the chair, and said with a smile: "Edie, your butt is so warm."

Just in time, the chief secret service agent who came heard this sentence.

He only felt that his scalp was numb and his hairs were standing on end.

Is this... a conclusion drawn after experiencing it?
Edith Roosevelt just sat down, his body trembled, and he happened to see the expression of the chief secret service agent who came over.

No, I'm about to have a heart attack!

The chief secret service agent bit the bullet and stepped forward: "Madam, it's time, we still have to take the train to Albany."

Zhao Chuanxin saw the nervousness of the chief secret service agent, this is also an old friend.

He first greeted the chief secret service agent, and then exaggerated: "What? Edie, are you leaving me too? My life is so miserable..."

Edith Roosevelt retreats: "You're good, we're always in touch. Don't mess around."

She was afraid that Zhao Chuanxin would mess up.

But Zhao Chuanxin said affectionately: "Okay, Edie, when you go back, remember to hold an umbrella for you in the heavy rain, support your legs in the dark, chat with you all night, ride in the car with you, bring you The one who saw you wandering around the garden porch and has been missing you - that's me, of course."

Well, these are indeed real events, such as Zhao Chuanxin and her kicking each other under the table during dinner.

That night, the two did exchange a few words, and Zhao Chuanxin saw through her body...

The two had indeed ridden together, and had taken a walk along the garden promenade today.

But these things changed in Zhao Chuanxin's mouth.

The chief secret service agent turned his head to it, wishing he could bury his head in the flower soil of the corridor.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed, turned around and left.

Marcus Nkrumah was watching the horses outside. When he saw Zhao Chuanxin coming out, he hurried forward: "Master, where are we going?"

Zhao Chuanxin said lightly: "Go home."

He was going back to North Tarrytown to bring his apprentice, Benjamin Goldberg, to New York to meet John Browning.

After all, he promised him at the time to let him see his "team".

The two rode through the center of New York.

When passing by a pier on the Hudson River, Zhao Chuanxin saw two people arguing, blushing and thick neck.

He likes to join in the fun, and unconsciously let Mi Shan get close to eavesdrop.

"Fake, don't want to get back the deposit. I shipped these crayfish all the way, and now you don't want them anymore. Who am I going to sell them to?"

"Man, listen to my quibble...ah no, listen to my explanation, last time it was because a customer wanted to eat it, and I thought it would sell well, but New Yorkers didn't recognize this kind of food at all because it was too small."

"I can't control that much, anyway, the deposit is non-refundable."

Zhao Chuanxin heard the crayfish, and curiously leaned over and glanced into the barrel.

It's really a crayfish, not many dead, but still alive and kicking.

"Huh?" He interjected, "Where did this crayfish come from?"

The man said, "From Louisiana."

Zhao Chuanxin turned over and got off the horse, and reached into the bucket to catch one. The crayfish was very big. In Zhao Chuanxin's hands, he was eager to turn over. He bared his teeth and claws to pinch Zhao Chuanxin's fingers.

Due to the impact of extreme weather in later generations, the crayfish in the southern United States became smaller and smaller, and they were not as big as they are now.

He threw the crayfish into the bucket and asked, "How do you sell the crayfish?"

After hearing this, the two looked at Zhao Chuanxin in surprise.

It's not a good thing to sell in New York.

"Sir, it's cheaper than oysters. I've sorted them out for twelve cents a dozen. The big ones cost two cents, the medium ones one-and-a-half cents, and the small ones one cent."

Zhao Chuanxin almost thought he heard it wrong.

The purchasing power of 1 cent at this time is equivalent to about 0.28 US dollars in later generations.

If it is converted into soft sister coins in the 21s, the price of a catty of big crayfish is about 20 yuan.

This is so catching up with Bai Jian.

　Unlucky, it's sunny, I'm confused when I have a fever, the code words are like a dream, and I don't know what I wrote when I post it.But it won't be broken.When I wake up in two days, I will stroke it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)