I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Being able to return to his alma mater as a professor, trampling down all the top students who once looked down on him, and even calling him a master by the teachers back then, such a good thing, Potter's eyes are naturally shining.

So the two sides quickly reached an agreement.

As for the yelling on the pier, it was simply Porter asking Brown to match his performance.

After all, as a genius doctor who learned from Xiongfengshan, Porter is well aware of the importance of "personality" for a doctor.

Let’s not talk about whether the level of medical treatment is not level, the airs of an expert must be put up.

At this moment, Potter was on his way to Valhalla Medical College under the escort of the troops.

According to the plan, Porter will get the letter of appointment from the medical school no later than this weekend, and will have his own laboratory, ward, related instruments and equipment, assistants, doctoral students, etc.

And next week, President Lincoln will come to New York despite his busy schedule.

On the one hand, he met with Wall Street's financial predators and big capitalists to discuss matters related to war and railways. On the other hand, he also brought his young son to receive treatment from Dr. Porter.

Chapter 130 Rockefeller and Fan Wencheng

That's it?

This was the word that appeared most in Donald's mind in the following period of time.

From the moment the car, which looks like an old woman with emphysema staggering on the road despite its exquisite exterior, starts,

Donald finally realized that he was no longer the small employee in the Central Railway Company who was obsessed with executives and eager to kneel down when he met a big benefactor.

Now I am the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple, the Ministry of Rites of the Ming Empire, the honorary baron of the Ming Dynasty, the preparer of King Pingxi, and the evangelion of the Jews——General Sangui!

Although Donald was briefly shocked by the name of Vanderbilt, the shock on the latter's old face came when he pouted and found an aluminum pocket watch from the large suitcase as a gift for Steve. A super double.

Donald waved his hands to play the accordion, and said, "You don't need to thank me, this is all a little thought from my boss...Of course, it's all for the sake of Mrs. Julie."

"Mrs. Julie?"

Steve froze for a moment, obviously realizing that the relationship between his daughter and that yellow crane seemed to have reached an extremely close level.

But for some reason, Steve gently stroked the light aluminum pocket watch in his hand, but he couldn't feel any anger in his heart.

"Thank you to Mr. Huang He for me, and ask him to come to New York when he is free..."

"It's hard. My boss is a busy man. You know, this place in New York has given him some bad memories, but believe me, he has an amazing property in the west!"

west!

Amazing property!

That's right, it must be like this!

Steve commissioned an investigation into Julie's letters and found that she started sending letters more frequently six months ago.

And that was half a year after Lincoln's Homestead Act went into effect.

In the past six months, many energetic young people who got rich because of oil have emerged in the central and western regions.

According to the information provided by the detectives, the biggest suspect was a young man named John Rockefeller.

This 24-year-old young man is not simple. Today, he and his partners have established a daily-growing oil refinery in Ohio, and are expanding further west.

Of course, these were all the detective's reasoning, but now it seemed very probable.

Most importantly, according to previous investigations, the young man named Rockefeller was born in New York.

He was born in 1839 in a small town named Yangjia on the banks of the Hudson River in New York State, which is not far from the Vanderbilt Hills.

Rockefeller's family was very poor when he was a child, and he even worked as the most humble laborer on the dock.

It was not until 10 years ago that Rockefeller moved to Ohio with his parents.

Unexpectedly, the tree moved to death, and the people moved to live. Shortly after moving, Rockefeller began to show amazing business talents...

Combined with what Donald said just now that "New York has left some bad memories", Steve can almost make up a complete script.

In the cold and windy winter, the loyal headmaid Margaret took the thickly dressed, angelic lady to build Christmas snowmen in her spacious yard.

A thin, thinly dressed little boy watched all this through the metal fence.

He wants to get closer and say hello, but he knows that they are people from two worlds.

For the next ten years, the boy continued to work hard with that childhood dream in mind, and finally became a wealthy young man, even surpassing the girl's father in wealth.

He finally summoned up the courage to write the first letter to that girl...

In Steve's mind, the image of a super big licking dog has quickly jumped onto the paper.

Of course, he didn't know that his daughter was actually the real licking dog.

Well, in any case, there are still many problems with this brain-filling story.

For example, how did Rockefeller, a young oil tycoon, start writing?

Why is he trying to lure Julie into a steady stream of remittances?

In fact, if Steve can calm down and read the works of "Yellow Crane", he will definitely get the answers to these questions.

It's a pity that like most Americans, especially middle-aged Americans, Steve's interest in reading is limited to stock daily and pornographic magazines.

In the end, Steve decided that Huang He was Rockefeller, and Rockefeller belonged to Huang He. It was he who remembered the little boy called Jack whom he asked the housekeeper to hire casually, and it was said that he got a tip of five cents from Donald.

To be honest, it is not normal for a Jew to be so generous.

But if you think about it carefully, isn't it because his boss, Rockefeller, used to do the same job as Jack on the dock?

Perhaps this is the reason why Rockefeller asked his men to treat these stinky dock coolies well.

In this way, all the chains of evidence are connected, and Steve is [-]% sure, no, [-]% sure that his prospective son-in-law will be the new star oil magnate.

To be honest, Steve is very satisfied with the result.

Although according to the old man's idea, it is best for Julie to marry into a European noble family.

But those nobles whose eyes are above the top are so easy to cling to.

And although those guys have surnames with a long history and castles full of classic flavor, but other than that, many of them are downright poor.

To find this kind of person as a son-in-law, then I have to bet on the possibility that my father will pass on most of the assets of the consortium to me.

Otherwise, with Steve's current financial situation, it is completely impossible to support a moth noble who only eats but does not cook.

After all, he was just the son that old Vanderbilt was least optimistic about, and he won far less resources than William and other brothers.

But it's different now.

Although his son-in-law is not a European aristocrat, he is indeed a young rich man, and he is definitely a potential stock.

As long as he hugged his thigh tightly, even if his father kicked his legs and left most of the property to William, he would not become embarrassed.

As for whether his good son-in-law would have a chance to surpass his father in the future, Steve never thought about it.

After all, how can such a wealth legend like his father be copied casually?

"By the way, Mr. Donald, what do these three strange symbols on this pocket watch mean?" Before Steve put the aluminum watch away, he suddenly noticed the difference on the back of the watch with curiosity.

"This is Chinese characters, a kind of beautiful writing."

This pocket watch was one of the many gifts that Zhu Fugui packed for Donald to bring, and if the other party was indeed a member of the Vanderbilt family, he could give it away.

Hearing that it was written in Chinese, Vanderbilt raised his eyebrows.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or evil, but in the past six months, I have heard about the deeds of the Chinese people countless times.

First, my daughter's childhood eloped with the Chinese, and later I heard that the Chinese doctor cured the southerner general. Last month, even a group of Chinese came to the Brooklyn Shipyard!

Oh no, those seem to be Japanese.

But that's about it, they're all damn Orientals anyway.

Are these Orientals planning to take over the world?

Such an absurd idea suddenly appeared in Steve's mind, and then he couldn't help laughing.

How can a country whose capital can be breached by [-] colonial troops be threatened?

Holding back his smile, Steve Te smiled and asked, "Mr. Donald, your boss's hobbies are really unique. He even knows the characters of the Far East. Speaking of which, what do these three symbols mean?"

"fan wen chen, these three weird syllables of Fan Wencheng."

Donald smiled and said, "This is your Chinese name, Mr. Steve Vanderbilt. You should know that Easterners like to put your surname first. You all have the surname Fan..."

Chapter 131

Back to half a month ago, Donald had just left Daming on the second day.

This day is the fourth Saturday in November. According to the practice of Citigroup, this day is called Thanksgiving Day.

A long time ago, Zhu Fugui's impression of this festival was probably just "Heshi, Heshi, thank you mother, Heshi, Heshi" in Turkey and his circle of friends.

To be honest, when Zhu Fugui was still a teenager in middle school, he really thought that Westerners were quite civilized. They actually valued gratitude so much and made it a holiday. Looking back at the ugly Chinese, they have long forgotten etiquette, righteousness and shame...

Well, everyone has had such unbearable teenage years, especially in the era surrounded by literary and youth magazines such as "Readers", it was hard for Zhu Fugui not to fall into the blind worship of the West.

He even clearly remembered that when he was just admitted to university, his biggest hobby was to find books about China written by foreigners in the library.

From ancient history to the volunteer army's aid to the DPRK, the more reversed, the more bombastic, the more enjoyable it is to watch.

It seems that only the records of foreigners are authentic and credible.

Later, the Internet began to develop, and Zhu Fugui began to frequently like "XXX in the eyes of foreigners" and "The first time crooked nuts try XX" and other videos.

This is not the black history of Zhu Fugui alone, but the common memory of a generation.

He still remembers talking about dreams, when a girl in the class dreamed of marrying a Frenchman.

What a strange dream, even if you want to be a star and make a lot of money, or even to put it harshly, that is to say, wanting to be a concubine and make money while lying down, is it much more reasonable than marrying a "Frenchman"?

But that's the way it is, she insisted, "Never mind, never mind, I'm going to marry a Frenchman, old or ugly, poor or rich"...

Well, until Zhu Fugui drank too much and crossed over, as far as he knew, this female classmate finally married a civil servant whose family was not short of money.

With the growth of experience, Zhu Fugui has long seen clearly the sanctimonious nature of Westerners, and even more so, what is the meaning of "Thanksgiving".

So not surprisingly, the fourth Saturday in November every year has also become the official anniversary of the Ming Empire.

But this is not Thanksgiving, but "North American Genocide Memorial Day."

On this day, the Daming Royal Lumber Factory, Daming Royal Flour Mill, and Daming Royal Mint only retain a small amount of production capacity today, and give workers a day off.

Troops, schools, and government agencies, except for those who really need security, are all on vacation.

Also on this day, the Royal Museum of Ming Dynasty officially opened, and it is open to the public free of charge.

Because of his heroism in the Battle of Xinjin, and his repeated achievements in the subsequent blockade (capturing all the colonists who migrated westward from Seattle, forming an information black hole), Mo Bai, who has been promoted to the alternate guerrilla commander of the Ming Army, also came here Go to the museum, intending to see the cultural treasures that Brother Xia has been thinking about.

"Uncle, are you a soldier?"

Just as Mo Bai was watching the crowd of people laughing and laughing in the square, someone pulled the hem of his clothes.

Looking down, it was a little girl with blond hair and blue eyes, still clutching a circle of maltose tightly in her hand.

There is a girl with a Caucasian appearance in Fengdu, that can only be the daughter of Master Tang Sangui.

In fact, Zhu Fugui named Donald Sangui to remind everyone all the time that he is not a 100% reliable person.

Jews do not have a mother country, neither does Citigroup, nor does Ming Dynasty.

But Zhu Fugui has long promised that one day a Jewish country will be established in the land promised by their god, and they will be a pair of peaceful and friendly neighbors with the believers of the Peace and Friendship Church. Flying fireworks show.

And Zhu Fugui didn't hope that they would appreciate him, and Zhu Fugui didn't care if those Jews dedicated their praises to God.

As long as they can ensure a steady flow of oil into Daming, this is the only thing Zhu Fugui cares about.

Zhu Fugui made this promise sincerely.

After all, he has no interest in governing the land west of the Pamirs.

The Imperial Graveyard isn't called for nothing.

The terrible stubbornness and exclusivity of desert religions will make any empire that captures these lands pay an unbearably high governance cost.

In the end, either it can only be managed in prison, or it can only be...

Why bother?

Zhu Fugui is not an Austrian art student, what's more, the ethnic group he faces is far larger than the ethnic group targeted by art students.