America 1881: Legend of the West

Chen Jianqiu didn't pay too much attention to the crying upstairs behind him.

He didn't even spare a glance at the doctor who hurried upstairs.

The death of a centipede is not dead, let alone a huge DuPont family.

The first meeting of the "International Gunpowder Association" was brief.

The content is very simple.

Chen Jianqiu will fulfill his promise and provide them with the production technology of smokeless gunpowder and yellow explosive for free.

The premise is that they try their best to seize DuPont's market.

As for what means he uses, he doesn't care.

Chen Jianqiu's calculations were very clear.

Major gun manufacturers in the United States currently do not have the ability to develop guns suitable for smokeless powder.

How much smokeless gunpowder these people can sell depends entirely on how many guns they can use their own abilities to help them sell.

Moreover, the more they sell, the more they earn in terms of raw materials.

It depends on when Rockefeller's Mobil can't bear it anymore.

Based on his knowledge of the oil tycoon, he might take advantage of the chaos and get involved.

This person has an excellent sense of business opportunities. He will smell the smell of blood like a vulture, find the market, and then take a share of the corpse of the deceased.

"Okay, the meeting is over, let's go have dinner."

Chen Jianqiu said while looking at the heavy snow falling outside the window.

The gunpowder merchants here were a little confused.

Have a meal? Why didn't they hear that there would be a banquet after today's meeting?

"Please move to 350 Fifth Avenue (author's note: near the current location of the Empire State Building), where someone has prepared a sumptuous banquet for us." Chen Jianqiu said.

Old Hadzer was no stranger to this address.

Isn’t this the mansion of New York’s richest man, William Backhouse Astor Jr. and his wife?

Mrs. Astor was a well-known upper-class socialite in New York. It was said that she had a secret list.

This list is actually an organization, and the people in the organization are all guests of Mrs. Astor.

They are the aristocracy of this country.

Every new upstart in America today dreams of being on this list.

Among the people in the association now, only Old Hadzer has the qualification to go there twice, and the others have only heard about it a little bit.

Old Hadzer was a little strange.

Although he knew that Chen Jianqiu was very capable and strong.

Otherwise, I would not choose to cooperate with him.

But he also knows deeply what kind of people the new aristocrats in the United States are.

Imagine that a Chinese, Western upstart appears in the banquet hall of Astor's house that can accommodate 400 people.

Chen Jianqiu had already seen what he was thinking.

"Old Astor is just a German-born nouveau riche who buys furs. He is just a fox. Why is he pretending to be a stranger?"

he said to old Hadzer.

Regardless of whether Old Hadzer heard or did not understand the meaning of Chen Jianqiu's words, the first banquet of the International Gunpowder Association was held in the mansion of the young Astor family.

"Well, actually, my intention was to catch the wind for you or something."

Little Astor stood on the second floor, holding a wine glass, looking at the gunpowder dealers in the hall, feeling a little melancholy.

"Nothing wrong, your wine tastes very good." Chen Jianqiu gently shook the red wine in the cup, took a sip, and praised, "Besides, do you still lack some wine and food?"

"My mother almost went crazy with joy when she heard that I was going to entertain others at home. If it weren't for her and my father traveling to Europe, she would definitely attend in person."

Little Astor pointed the finger of the wine glass at a gunpowder merchant who was drinking from a cow, and sighed.

"She would be furious if she knew her stash of wine had been drunk by such a rude fellow."

"No, no, no, don't look down on them. They will all be the pillars of America in the future." Chen Jianqiu shook his finger.

"Besides, am I not Chinese? If your mother knew that it was me you invited, she would probably kick you out of the house."

"You are different." Little Astor looked at Chen Jianqiu resentfully.

This sight made Chen Jianqiu's hair stand on end.

He always felt that little Astor's attitude towards him was a little abnormal.

He had noticed it since opening the bank.

They are recommending candidates and making all kinds of hard-working suggestions.

Apart from normal business interests, there is no reason for a son of the richest man in New York to be so concerned about himself.

Chen Jianqiu studied for a long time and thought there were two possibilities:

The first is that he suffers from Stockholm syndrome.

The second kind?

Forget it, the second option is too terrible and cannot be tolerated.

He decided to change the subject.

"I heard that you were admitted to Harvard?" Chen Jianqiu turned around, leaning against the railing, and asked.

"Yes, I am going to Harvard." Little Astor nodded, "My father hopes that I can learn more knowledge there and then get to know more people."

"Then, how can we better inherit the family business?" Chen Jianqiu sighed a little.

"Or else?"

That's right, this guy dared to go to the West and cause all kinds of trouble during the summer vacation. He might as well go to college honestly.

"Actually, I had other things to do to hold a banquet for you alone." Little Astor said, "Now that you have decided to come to New York for development."

"My eldest young master, I'm not coming to New York to develop, I'm just doing some business in New York." Chen Jianqiu was dumbfounded.

"Uh, okay, but I still hope you come to New York more often." Astor spread his hands, "I mean, I want to introduce you to some political resources."

Chen Jianqiu felt secretly happy, but he was not sure if this was little Astor's wishful thinking.

He is not sure about the attitude of top politicians towards the Chinese.

"I am a businessman and not interested in politics." Chen Jianqiu said duplicity.

"Then you are totally wrong." Little Astor came up and whispered, "The bigger your business becomes, the more you need to understand politics."

"Next year is an election year. Analyzing it from all angles, I think the Democratic Party has an opportunity to come to the front."

Chen Jianqiu is interested in Liao Liao.

Because under the current circumstances, whether the Republicans or Democrats are in power, it doesn't mean much to them.

"This year, the focus of everyone's controversy over this conflict is still whether the Civil Service Reform System can continue to be implemented."

Little Astor kept talking, but Chen Jianqiu had already traveled thousands of miles away.

"By the way, do you want to meet Mr. Grover Cleveland, the candidate of this term's Democratic Party?" Little Astor suddenly asked.

"Ah? Who are you talking about?" Chen Jianqiu didn't recover for a while.

"Mr. Grover Cleveland, he is busy giving a campaign speech. There should be one the day after tomorrow. I suggest you go and listen to it." Little Astor said.

"Okay, I'll take a look when I have time."