America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 647 Epilogue
Rockefeller Sr. was pruning his precious flowers and plants in his back garden.

Even though some of these flowers and plants are not adapted to the cold weather in New York.

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

Therefore, every once in a while, there will always be many bare flower pots in the old Rockefeller's courtyard.

"Father, condolences!"

Danny looked at the flower pot held in his father's hand.

There were only a few dead leaves hanging on the plant in the flower pot, which could no longer be identified as to what type it was.

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

"It will grow again next spring," said the elder Rockefeller.

Older people, facing the yellowing and dilapidation, will inevitably have some sympathy and a sense of sadness in their hearts.

So the old man chose to lie to himself.

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

The old man placed the flower pot in his hand in a corner and turned to the other pot.

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

Old Rockefeller slowly turned around and looked at Danny, his eyes like swords and his voice majestic:
"Who gave you the courage and power?"

The old man suddenly became angry.

However, facing his aggressive momentum, Danny didn't panic at all.

"I think if it were you, you would do the same thing." He said, "Your health is not good and you shouldn't let this kind of thing disturb your retirement life."

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

If it were in the past, little Rockefeller would either be gibbering after a hangover, or cowardly and say nothing.

But today, not only did he dare to look directly into his own eyes, he also spoke tit-for-tat.

Finally it wasn't in vain.

Old Rockefeller's eyes became cloudy again.

He turned around and continued playing with his flowers and plants.

And Danny stood behind him quietly with his hands lowered.

The father and son just maintained a delicate silence.

"Aren't you going to continue having trouble with that woman?"

Finally it was the bent old Rockefeller who broke the silence.

"Women will only affect our judgment of the situation. As a mature man, you should learn to control your desires." Danny replied.

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

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

This feels so weird.

He felt strange, yet familiar.

What was unfamiliar was the eldest son in front of him, but what was familiar was that he seemed to have seen this feeling in someone before.

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

"Father, the wind is picking up." Danny reminded from behind.

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

The elder Rockefeller's tone became rarely kind.

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

"It would be great if my brother was still here, and 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. He had talent but went astray."

Perhaps he once thought about his little son who was a concubine from time to time.

That's because the eldest son is useless.

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

It would be better to die, at least there would be less worries about fratricide.

As for his eldest son's former peeing, he was no match for his rebellious son.

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

"Looking forward, the Rockefeller family now has only one heir, and that is you. You determine the future of the Rockefeller family."

Danny took a deep breath.

"Please take care, father."

After saying that, he turned around and left the old Rockefeller's yard and walked out of the villa's door.

A new Ford car was parked at the door of the villa.

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

"Master! Here, get in the car!"

Danny recognized the driver.

This man had been following Rockefeller Jr. and was the spy placed by Rockefeller Sr. around his son.

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

He hesitated for a moment, then got into the passenger seat.

"Master, are you still adapting to life in New York?" the driver turned around and asked with a half-smile.

"It's okay, me."

Danny's heart suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Why did the driver suddenly ask this question?

When was his identity revealed?

Sweat poured down Danny's back.

"Winter in New York is about the same as in Denver, don't use the layman's word, Schrader."

A voice suddenly came from the back seat.

Danny turned around and saw 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, this driver's name is Schrader, a senior undercover agent from the Border Detective Agency. If you have anything in the future, just discuss it with him and he will assist you." Chen Jianqiu pointed at the driver and said.

The driver smiled so honestly that no one could see any flaws in his smile.

Danny couldn't say a word.

He really couldn't imagine how many chess pieces the man behind him had hidden in the shadows.

And he may also be one of these pawns.

Winter in New York is extremely cold.

For those Wall Street monopoly tycoons, winter is coming.

Northern Securities was broken up without mercy.

Next, there is the American sugar industry and American tobacco.
Danny, who had transformed himself, quickly took control of the entire Standard Oil Company with the acquiescence of the old Rockefeller and the secret help of Chen Jianqiu.

Standard Oil Trust shareholders experienced a new way of holding board meetings.

According to one of them, who was a member of the board of directors of the Santa Fe Railroad Company, he had only seen the current rule of the board of directors of Standard Oil Company in a certain chairman named Chen.

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

When the old Rockefeller started, he would occasionally ask about the company's affairs.

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

Because his illness is getting worse.

Although the old Rockefeller's personal doctor has always been optimistic about the old man's condition, the fact is that when Danny gradually came to power, the old man's condition took a turn for the worse.

The doctor had 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 kind of chronic poisoning.

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

Two more years later, his wife Laura became the last straw that broke the old man's illness.

Old Rockefeller was strangled to death.

Die in another winter.

His death was timely, both for others and for himself.

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

President Roosevelt originally thought that there was no way to dismantle the Standard Oil Traction during his term, and was about to entrust this great undertaking to his successor Taft.

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

This shocked the entire United States.

Some cheered for it.

They believe the government's efforts are not in vain.

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

When the trust falls, the sky will be clear.

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

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

In their words, monopoly is the result of industry consolidation and an order.

It is this order that has allowed the United States to take off in the past few decades and stand on top of the world.

If order is not there, chaos will return.

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

However, this statement cannot change anything at all.

The Rockefeller family's successor, Rockefeller Jr., didn't care what they thought.

He never mentioned his father again in public.

no more.

Even just a few words.

Most people don't care what they think either.Because with the collapse of Standard Oil, dozens of new companies sprang up in every state.

Most people in the industry are busy making money and seizing the market.

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

Who would deal with a bunch of whiners.

The old Rockefeller's grave also became deserted.

At best, he could rest in peace and not be disturbed again.

But on another level, he is no longer missed.

"Father, you told me not to always mention the deceased."

Danny glanced at his father's tombstone.

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

If there are any monopoly or near-monopoly companies in the United States that have not made any move, it is probably Chen Jianqiu’s Gunpowder Association.

It’s not like no one within the federal government is trying to take action against this association.

However, some people from many relevant military departments, including the General Staff Headquarters, quickly came forward to raise objections.

According to them, the military needs stable arms suppliers.

They warned politicians.

If you don’t want U.S. interests overseas to be greatly affected, don’t use too many crooked ideas.

The Secretary of State shared the same view.

The Panama Canal is still under construction!
Boss Chen advanced money and hired people to dig out the future for America.

You guys will burn Boss Chen’s backyard when you turn around!Or not human?

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

The Federation still owes a lot of debt to Boss Chen!
If the government really has the ability to lift the table and kill the creditors, then it would be a good idea to cancel the debts.

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

So why are you flirting with people now? !

Besides, if you do this, who will lend you money in the future?

Borrowing money is one thing, paying only interest is one thing, but attacking the creditor is another thing entirely.

As a result, those plans to target the Gunpowder Association and the industries under Chen Jianqiu came to nothing again.

However, Boss Chen's family unexpectedly left New York and returned to Roswell, and 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's time to return to the west.

In 1913, another winter turned to spring.

Spring is here.

As usual, Roswell was decorated with lanterns and decorations, and 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 house, holding a red couplet and gesturing towards the door.

On the table next to me was a basin of paste and the second half of the couplet.

"Dad, I'm back!"

A voice came from behind.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and saw that his son Chen Pengkun appeared behind him carrying a big box.

Beside him stood a blonde girl.

"I'm very 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 this is your home now, and no one can bully my wife, the Chen family!" he said.

The girl nodded.

Her name is Susan Astor.

Her father, Astor IV, who is also Chen Jianqiu's good friend, took his second beloved wife aboard the famous ship, the Titanic, last year.

Chen Jianqiu didn't know about this.

He has returned to the West.

He even has some regrets.

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

According to the will.

Much of the younger Astor's estate will be inherited by his son, Vincent Astor.

However, this young man didn't have much affection for his sister. Coupled with the complicated family factions, all kinds of people were eyeing the share in Susan's hands.

The girl is in a difficult situation.

Susan and Chen Pengkun had a marriage contract for a long time.

Chen Jianqiu had no intention of avoiding suspicion and let his son marry Susan shortly after the funeral of little Astor.

At the same time, he also let out the words.

He didn't want to touch a penny of the property of other people in the Astor family.

But who dares to touch Susan's part or disrespect this girl.

Then he will make that person pay some price.

"Don't be stunned, help dad put up the Spring Festival couplets!" Chen Pengkun returned to the house and put the box away, then walked out and said to Susan.

Chen Jianqiu was so happy that he handed the Spring Festival couplets to their hands, took a few steps back and pointed with his hands.

"Boss!" Another voice came from behind.

Chen Jianqiu turned his head again, wondering why his place was so busy today.

The visitor turned over and dismounted, wearing the uniform of a US military officer, with a silver star hanging on the shoulder straps.

"Hey, promoted to brigadier general? How do I remember that someone complained to me that he didn't have a chance? General Li?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at the visitor up and down and joked.

"Hey, don't mention it. When I first entered West Point Military Academy for further training, I couldn't understand any of the textbooks."

Li Sifu shook his head.

"Don't talk about General Lee. Those guys in the staff always thought that I had something to do with the commander-in-chief of the Southern Army during the Civil War."

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

Chen Jianqiu warned, then turned to Li Sifu and made an inviting gesture toward the door:
"Chief of Staff Li, please come inside and have tea."

The teahouse is located in the west entrance of the courtyard, with antique furnishings and lifelike paintings on the walls.

Chen Jianqiu and Li Sifu sat face to face on either side of the tea seat.

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

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

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

"It is estimated that there will be a war in Europe soon." Li Sifu said, "There is only one reason."

As the deputy chief of staff of the newly established U.S. General Staff, what he said was naturally the research conclusion of the general staff.

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

Who can know better than arms dealers where wars are taking place and where wars will take place in the world?

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

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

"Believe me, joining the war will happen sooner or later." Chen Jianqiu took a sip of tea, "These will be two world wars, and no one will be spared."

"Two games?"

Li Sifu has always believed in his boss's judgment.

He took a deep breath.

"Well, maybe it's one, I can't say for sure." Chen Jianqiu smiled.

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

"One more thing is that Japan's influence has extended to Hawaii. I think they may be a little unwilling to do so." Li Sifu said.

"Your judgment is correct." Chen Jianqiu nodded, "These lunatics 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 may even be in the same camp for a period of time, but it will be a matter of time before they become enemies of the United States."

Chen Jianqiu added.

"I think if we want to open up a situation in the Far East, it might as well find an opportunity to beat them to death."

"It would be good to let these Japanese see the world." Li Sifu agreed with Chen Jianqiu's view, "These bumpkins have just found some confidence from the Russians."

The two of them started chatting, but then they started chatting about other things.

"Boss, if someone had told me when I first came here by boat that the Chinese could have a future here, and that I could become the deputy chief of staff of the US military, I would have definitely thought that person was crazy."

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

The fact that the Chinese have gained a place in the United States is as incredible as the Chihuahuan desert in Roswell turning into an oasis.

But Chen Jianqiu did it.

"Maybe we just arrived a little late. We didn't expect that the Chinese could 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 are wrong, Sifu." He said slowly.

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

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

"National affairs involve customs and beliefs. They are perhaps the most difficult problems in the world to solve."

"Integration is mutual, not unilateral, and it takes process and time."

"Throw away your unrealistic illusions and be prepared for bloodshed and sacrifice. It will take many generations, many years, and firm belief before we can truly build a future on this land!"

Chen Jianqiu closed his eyes.

There was a "cracking" sound of firecrackers outside the window.

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

(completed)

(End of this chapter)