The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The Walldorf-Astor Hotel was originally two hotels.

The two hotel owners are cousins.

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

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

But at this time, this hotel was an excellent social venue for New York's upper class, extremely luxurious.

After the hotel was built, the Vanderbilt family, the steel and railroad magnates, celebrated the hotel's opening with a charity ball. The New York Symphony Orchestra was hired to perform here, which was the first time that the social and philanthropic circles held celebrations and charity fund-raising activities in the hotel.

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

It's almost mid-September, and the flowers in the garden corridor are still in full bloom, with sparse shadows and subtle fragrances lingering.

The walkers were feeling relaxed and happy when they heard a roar that was very disturbing: What? Xiaona is gone? Why didn't you tell me that she was gone? This heartless woman!

Edith Roosevelt awkwardly accepted the surprised glances coming and going.

She said angrily: Keep your voice down, this is not how a gentleman should behave, it will disturb others.

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

Zhao Chuanxin ignored it: My wife has run away, why the hell do I care about other people's feelings?

You really piss me off! Edith Roosevelt slightly raised her voice: We wanted to find you, but we couldn't catch you at all! When she left, she cried so hard. You can make a queen After thinking about this, there should be no regrets in life.

She thought Zhao Chuanxin would continue to mess around.

But Zhao Chuanxin turned around faster than turning the page in a book, and the devastated look on his face disappeared without a trace in a second.

He patted his forehead: I almost forgot about the main thing. The Charles Baker who blackmailed you is hiding and can't find anyone. He must be afraid.

Zhao Chuanxin helped her out of three considerations.

The first is to form an alliance between the two parties, and he must show some degree of sincerity.

The second is because of Wilhelmina, who is ruthless but not ruthless, and cannot let Charles Baker, that son of a bitch, damage the Queen's reputation.

The third is that Zhao Chuanxin did it intentionally and wanted to make the matter bigger, so that Edith Roosevelt would gradually be tied to him, and he would be trapped in a quagmire that would be difficult to extricate himself from.

He has a grudge against Da Luo.

So he wants to set a trap for Edith Roosevelt, and then he can use this to threaten Ronaldo.

After all, forming an alliance with the Butcher of the Far East is an unacceptable scandal for Ronaldo. If they work together to do something extraordinary, the shackles will become infinitely heavier.

Of course, the abacus is very loud, and the most embarrassing thing is not to catch the key person.

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 angry when she saw him like this.

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

Look what you said! Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: Edie, you have to know that I am devoted to you wholeheartedly and will not mess around with others outside. I have no secrets.

... Edith Roosevelt felt that talking to Zhao Chuanxin would drive her crazy too easily.

It was clear that nothing happened between the two of them.

The passers-by who passed by cast ambiguous glances based on their words.

A story that a mature lady and a spirited young man have to tell.

This made her angry.

Shut up! Edith Roosevelt shouted: I ask you, what the hell are you doing on Wall Street? Jesse Livermore and Thomas W. Lawson, two notorious traders, are doing it for Are you doing things right?”

Zhao Chuanxin's heart skipped a beat, but he said stubbornly: Edie, I don't know what you are talking about. You have wronged me.

Haha, if that's the case, well, I have some friendship with J.P. Morgan, so I'll remind him.

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

This guy is a king on Wall Street, stomping his feet and shaking Wall Street three times.

He had previously announced a boycott of Jesse Livermore, which resulted in Zhao Chuanxin having to start anew and let Thomas W. Lawson take the lead.

Zhao Chuanxin was really a little anxious now.

He stepped forward and grabbed Edith Roosevelt's hand: Edie, you must not!

In the distance, the chief Secret Service agent responsible for escorting Edith Roosevelt widened his eyes when he saw this.

Blanch!

What's going on?

Is the First Lady having an affair with Zhao Chuanxin?

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

As he spoke, he looked around guiltily from the corner of his eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed her hand tightly and acted like a rogue: As long as you promise me not to get involved, I will let go, otherwise I will hold your hand and grow old together with you...

You... Edith Roosevelt fumed. Okay, I promise you.

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

Edith Roosevelt stamped her foot and complied anyway.

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 looked around secretly, 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 high as possible and then sell them to make a small profit.

Edith Roosevelt narrowed her eyes and asked suspiciously, Is this really true?

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

It's absolutely true, Edie, with the love between the two of us, how could I lie to you? I would be heartbroken if I lied to you.

Edith Roosevelt had a big head: Ah, okay, okay, don't say any more. I hope you won't do anything inappropriate.

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

Even if he manipulated the stock price, it was on a small scale, so it was insignificant.

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

Edith Roosevelt did not have the ability to predict the future, so the financial crisis was not caused by a man-made disaster.

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

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 told Edith Roosevelt, Let's change places.

Edith Roosevelt complied.

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

Coincidentally, the chief secret service agent who came heard this sentence.

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

Is this...a conclusion you came to after experiencing it?

As soon as Edith Roosevelt sat down, her body trembled and she happened to see the expression of the chief Secret Service agent coming over.

No way, I'm going to have a heart attack!

The chief secret service agent stepped forward bravely: Ma'am, the time is up, we have to take the train to Albany.

Zhao Chuanxin saw the nervous look on the chief secret service agent's face, and realized that this was also an old friend.

He first greeted the chief secret service agent, and then said exaggeratedly: What? Edie, are you going to leave me too? My life is so miserable...

Edith Roosevelt retreated: You're welcome, we'll be in touch. No nonsense.

She was afraid that Zhao Chuanxin would mess up.

But Zhao Chuanxin said affectionately: Okay, Edie, when you go back, you must remember the person who held an umbrella for you in the heavy rain, held up your legs in the dark, chatted with you all night, sat in the car with you, and took care of you. The one who walks around the garden promenade with you and misses you all the time—me, of course.”

Well, these are indeed things that happened. For example, Zhao Chuanxin kicked her under the table while eating.

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

The two did ride in a car together and took a walk on the garden promenade today.

But these things changed in Zhao Chuanxin's mouth.

The chief secret service agent turned his head towards it, wishing he could bury his head in the flower soil on 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 calmly: Go home.

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

After all, I promised him to let him meet his team.

The two rode horses through downtown New York.

While passing by a dock on the Hudson River, Zhao Chuanxin saw two people arguing, and his face turned red and his neck became thick.

He likes to join in the fun and unconsciously lets Mishan get close to eavesdrop.

Fake, don't ask for your deposit back. I traveled thousands of miles to transport these crayfish, and now you don't want them anymore. Who am I going to sell them to?

Man, listen to my quibbles... No, listen to my explanation. Last time, it was because a customer wanted to eat it. I thought it would be easy to sell, but it turned out that New Yorkers didn't recognize this kind of food at all because it was too small.

I can't control that much. The deposit cannot be refunded anyway.

When Zhao Chuanxin heard the crayfish, he curiously leaned over and took a look into the barrel.

It was really a crayfish, not many died, but still alive and kicking.

Huh? he interrupted: Where did this crayfish come from?

The man said, It came from Louisiana.

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

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

He threw the crayfish into the bucket and asked, How to sell the crayfish?

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

This stuff is not easy to get your hands on in New York.

Sir, this is cheaper than oysters. For every dozen oysters, I have divided them into categories. Large ones cost 2 cents, medium ones cost 1.5 cents, and small ones cost 1 cent.

Zhao Chuanxin almost thought he heard wrongly.

The purchasing power of 1 cent at this time is equivalent to approximately US$0.28 in future generations.

If converted into soft currency in the 1920s, the price of a pound of large crayfish would be only 3 yuan.

This is such a waste of time.

I'm unlucky, I have Yang, I have a fever, I'm confused, typing is like a dream, I don't even know what I wrote when I posted it. But the update will not be interrupted. I'll think about it after I wake up in two days.