[Gone With the Wind] Daughter Difficult

New York, Manhattan, Upper East Side.

A palace-like villa is located on Fifth Avenue on the east side of Central Park. The white-painted exterior walls are illuminated by daylight-like lights. The fountain pool in front of the villa reflects even more dazzling light. The "Palace" has become the focal point on the Fifth Avenue, and wonderful music leaks out from the layers of green leaves, all of which give the most gorgeous and clear guidance to the guests who come one after another.Compared with the daytime, in this dark night like water, the flashy and bright hall here makes people feel more intoxicated and happy. Even the fresh roses of various colors arranged in layers with great fanfare in the room are all the same. Can't steal the limelight from this "White Night".

Inside the house, the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed, and the paper is drunk and the gold is fascinated.

The marble floor is full of beautifully dressed women, men in straight suits and top hats, and a flower-like crystal chandelier scattered from the ceiling on the third or fourth floor emits diamond-like brilliance, falling on the bottom The people in brocade clothes and costumes are full of radiance, shining like stars.

There is no musician in the room, only a phonograph with an exaggerated shape and a big speaker. The natural sound has long been addictive.

People who are gradually fascinated by the gentle touch of light and shadow seem to have forgotten the little passing time.

Such banquets have been held in this villa almost every day for the past half month.

And the owner of the house is leaning against the mahogany guardrail on the second floor at this moment, swaying a clear red wine glass in his hand, looking at the people downstairs seemingly casually, no one can easily see what he is thinking.

Standing beside the owner of the house was a well-dressed man. His eyes wandered freely in the room, as if he was admiring some luxurious artwork, and there was a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I said it will open everyone's eyes." The well-dressed man said triumphantly, "The next ten, 20, or even 50 years will be the era of direct current." In the basement of this villa, there is a A direct current generator is continuously supplying electricity to the lights in the villa, which is why there are such banquets full of lights day and night.

"Thomas, your direct current should be as confident as you look." Morgan shook the wine glass in his hand, and handed the undrinked red wine to Edison, who firmly believed that he would definitely become a pioneer of electric energy.

"Mr. Morgan, don't you still trust me?" Edison took the wine glass, "Look at these beautiful light bulbs, these dignitaries downstairs, doesn't this mean that we will achieve unprecedented success? This It will be trans-epochal, you and I will dominate this era."

Morgan cut a cigar, his voice didn't fluctuate too much, and he even seemed to be moved by the sonorous words, "It's not enough, Thomas, only they are not enough. What I want is everyone, all America People will use my electricity."

"Naturally, Mr. Morgan." Edison said without hesitation.

"I heard that your former assistant is giving speeches in several cities in the United States to promote his alternating current?"

Edison said loudly: "I can guarantee that only direct current is orthodox." The music and voices downstairs were full of music and voices, and Edison's voice was immediately drowned in it.

"I admit, Thomas, you know the charm of using words very well, but what I hope is that he can't gain a foothold on this big stage," Morgan squinted at Edison, "you know what I mean?"

Compared with Edison's assistant, Edison, who has obviously become famous, has more right to speak.He seemed so calm and confident, and never questioned the achievements he pushed. He is a successful inventor and a shining star in the eyes of everyone.

This is why Morgan is willing to invest resources in Edison. What he wants is always the result.

However, this time, he really needs a more certain result.

Because it is related to whether emerging energy can replace traditional steam and kerosene and become a real mass energy.

He doesn't care how much money will be invested, because money is just a number to him.

As Edison said, this is a cross-age project, and it is even more great, so he must strive for it.

Originally, he thought that with Edison around, he would be sure to win the engineer, but just as he was about to close the door, he suddenly broke out into a Butler company.

This company has only risen in the south in recent years, but with the absolute wealth still firmly held by the north, he doesn't take this company seriously at all, and the two sides have never had any cooperation.

But when the two sides met, it didn't go as smoothly as expected, and the Butler family easily jumped out of the trap he set.

Including the people he has wooed, although he can't be sure that they have turned their backs, but the attitude of the other party is subtle, and it seems that they are no longer as sure as they were at the beginning.This opponent seems to be more interesting than imagined.

And this opponent is still a woman, or the strategist behind the woman?

Morgan took a deep breath of the mellow cigar, and slowly exhaled a white smoke ring.

He glanced at Edison, whose expression was unwavering, and did not express his thoughts.

"I know the weakness of the alternating current that Tesla advocates, rest assured, sir, we will win the final victory."

"Better so."

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In order to let more people know about alternating current, Tesla has been diligently running in major cities in the United States for two months.

Although the people from Butler Company provided him with comfortable clothing, food, housing, and transportation, it was exhausting. For a person who preferred to stay in the laboratory for the latest research, he was almost exhausted.

However, he still couldn't stop, because he had to let everyone know the existence of alternating current.

Even, go further.

According to the schedule, he has several speeches to be held in four or five cities.

Tesla looked at the itinerary in his hand, and looked at the date of the penultimate city presentation with some doubts. It was already the end of April, but he was still in Nashville, which would make him late for the World Expo in Chicago.

He looked at the woman in men's clothing sitting across from him, and wanted to ask what was going on, but he didn't know how to ask.

Louise looked at the helpless expression shown by the genius scientist who was talking eloquently during the speech, and couldn't help but loosen a little on her usually cold face.

"You want to ask me about the itinerary for the next two games?"

Tesla nodded obediently. All the itineraries for his speech were arranged by Louise, and everything was well arranged. Even if there were some obstacles in the middle, most of the speeches went smoothly, so despite the previous two Without a basis for cooperation, he already trusted her.

"This is our public schedule." Louise emphasized the word "public".

Tesla still didn't understand the twists and turns: "Public? You mean, we don't plan to go this route?" What about the rest of the presentation?

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