All Heavens Film and Television: Starting from Caring for the Widow of a Comrade-in-arms

"Get this done and I'll give you some rewards tonight."

Ruth blinked her bright pupils and asked, "What reward?"

"How about a horsewhip?"

"Ah! It's too, too expensive, and I can't bear it."

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Before the Carpathia arrived in New York, Russell gave Tommy some money, and told him to settle down his relatives and carpenter immediately after disembarking, and help them arrange board and lodging.

Then let Tommy come to wait downstairs at the Peninsula Hotel at three o'clock in the afternoon.

At this moment, Tommy and Thain are tasting cigarettes next to the two trees downstairs of the Peninsula Hotel, looking up at the hotel gate from time to time.

After experiencing the disaster, Tommy and the others became more stable, and their trust and dependence on the boss almost reached full value.

Because, everyone knows that without a boss, they cannot survive the disaster.

Only nobles and celebrities survived. The chaotic scene at that time still resurfaced in the minds of Tommy and others, and every time I think about it, I feel extremely thrilling...

If they didn't have guns in their hands, and they weren't the boss's subordinates, they would have sunk in the Atlantic Ocean with the Titanic.

The fate of their relatives may be even worse, and they may be drowned in the third-class cabin...

This kind of joy of surviving after the catastrophe made them feel grateful and deeply remember every word of the boss.

If it is a critical moment, they can also die for the boss!

"The boss is here."

cried Tommy.

Immediately, the two threw away the cigarette butts together, and walked towards the boss.

"boss!"

The two bowed and greeted each other.

Russell frowned, "Don't do this, we are a regular company, not a gang."

"Okay...Boss, our family members and carpenters are all arranged, you can rest assured."

Russell looked at their clothes and said, "Why didn't you change your clothes?"

"No, I didn't have time."

"Go buy a set now, and put it on. I'll give you half an hour, and I'll wait for you at the nearby coffee shop."

"Boss, no..."

Just as Thain was about to say no, Tommy grabbed his sleeve to stop him.

"Okay, we'll be back soon."

The two hurried away and went to the mall to buy clothes.

On the way, Thain puzzled, "Why?"

"The United States used to be a colony, and most people came from Europe. Think about European farmers, what do you care most about?"

"face."

"Yes."

"The boss wants to save face?"

Tommy frowned, "Have you got your head caught by a donkey? The boss wants to take us to work. The boss on the other side wants to save face. If you go to a restaurant to eat in a suit and leather shoes, the waiters will treat you very well. If you wear tattered clothes , the waiter will kick you out, understand?"

"Understand."

"Let's go, no wonder the boss asked us to change our clothes, and we could smell the bad smell on our bodies against the wind."

"The smell of sea water."

The two moved swiftly, and when they came to the cheap shopping mall, they fell in love with two suits.

I asked the price for only three dollars, but they didn't negotiate the price. They asked the shopping guide to find the right size, and they changed it on the spot.

The shopping guide looked at them in a daze, and had never seen such a customer.

After paying the money, the two hurried back.

It happened that Russell had just finished his coffee and was smoking outside.

"Not bad, very energetic."

Tommy smiled and said, "Boss, two suits cost six dollars."

"You are not accountants, don't report this kind of thing to me, understand?"

"understand!"

Russell said indifferently: "You follow me to do things, as long as you abide by two rules, one is not to participate in gambling, and the other is not to smoke."

"Boss, we won't."

Russell looked at the tall buildings ahead and said:

"New York is a place of purgatory. The high-ranking big shots are drinking coffee, admiring the low-level people who contribute to their careers, and restraining the low-level people with their desire for profit. Therefore, the low-level people must stick to the bottom line, so as not to become a machine for the big shots to make money. puppet!"

Tommy suddenly became enlightened, and nodded heavily: "Boss, I will definitely keep it in my heart!"

"Get a car and go to the taxidermy museum."

"Yes!"

Chapter 101 Invitation from nobles, ambush in church

The Taxidermy Museum is located on the Upper East Side of Manhattan's Central Park, just a few blocks from the 11-year-old Rockefeller University.

Opposite is the Wildlife Conservation Center and Children's Zoo.

A taxi pulled up in front of the museum, and three gentlemen in suits and top hats got out.

Tommy muttered: "Boss, I think I should buy a car, so that traveling will be more convenient."

Sean nodded from the side.

"Europeans like to do things in a strict way, especially the Germans and the British. But the land under your feet is New York, USA! If everything has to be arranged by me, then what is the meaning of your existence? I can teach you how to do things , but I can’t tell you everything about how to get things done, understand?”

There was some confusion on Tommy's face, and he asked: "Boss, where do I have... Oh! I understand what I did wrong. Boss, you are right... I was deceived by my stubborn thinking. I should buy a car instead Not a taxi."

Russell glanced at the two, nodded slightly: "Well, I hope you don't discount my words next time."

"Okay, boss, thank you for giving me the opportunity."

Russell shook his head and said in a deep voice: "You used to be a farmer, and I can understand that your words and deeds are not thoughtful enough, but you must learn to change. This is New York, not a farm!"

"understand!"

Tommy nodded heavily.

As a boss, Russell certainly doesn't want to teach employees how to do things, that would be tiring.

However, Tommy is worth cultivating. He learns things very quickly. Although his skills are not very good, having Thain is enough to make up for it.

"After entering, you only need to observe, and don't gossip."

"Yes."

Russell walked slowly into the taxidermy museum, followed by Tommy and Thain.

This restaurant dared to open near the Wildlife Protection Center. One can imagine that the boss behind it, Sean, has some strength. Maybe he has already bribed those regular customers, which also means that the Irish Gang is very powerful and powerful in the East City.

Entering the door is the reception room, and in the hall on the inside are various animal specimens covered by glass covers, including mammoths, snakes, giant boas, birds, reptile insects and so on.

Tommy and Thain looked like bumpkins who had never seen the world, staring at the specimens in the exhibition hall dumbfounded. Fortunately, they kept the boss's teachings in mind, quickly put away their astonished eyes, and followed the boss closely, not daring to squint.

At this time, a gentleman-looking man in a suit, tie, and thin-rimmed glasses walked over.

With a good attitude, he greeted with a smile: "Hello, three gentlemen. I am the guide of this museum, and my name is Rich Senal. Do you need an explanation?"

Russell looked at him, shook his head and said indifferently: "No need, we're not here to admire these rags."

"Ragged? Sir, are you kidding? Here are the specimens of most of the rare animals in the world. You call them rags?"

"Things that have no value to humans are collectively called junk. Of course, humans will use them to create value, provided they are rare enough."

When Rich heard this, his eyes froze, and he frowned and warned: "Sir, if you are here to find fault, then you may have come to the wrong place. If you want to do other things, you need a pass."

Russell smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, at least I feel it. Your actions are not like a commentator, but more like a wild wolf waiting for an opportunity."

"...Maybe I'm too sensitive. Sir, you don't look at the specimens, so what are you doing here?"

"Find someone."

"Looking for someone? Haha, there are only specimens here, not the person you are looking for."

Russell raised his finger and pointed at him, "Aren't you the one I'm looking for?"

"What do you mean? Sir, your words are too presumptuous to be understood."

"Are you Irish?"

Rich smiled, "Of course."

"That's right here, I didn't find the wrong person. I'm from the French Hunting Association, do you understand now?"

Rich's eyes flickered slightly, and he said with a smile: "Understood! Please come to the reception room and take a seat. Let's sit down and talk, is that okay?"

"Forget it, you are just a guide, what can I talk to you about?"

Under Rich's puzzled eyes, Russell turned and left decisively, followed by Tommy and Thain.

"Sir! You, may I talk about... sir?"

Rich rushed over, stood in front of Russell and said, "Sir, although I can't make the decision, you can talk to me."

"What are you talking about if you can't be the master? Get out of the way!"

"In addition to being an instructor, I am also..."

Before Rich could finish speaking, Thain stepped forward, raised his hand and threw him to the side.

He snorted and said, "The boss told you to get out of the way, are you deaf?"

Russell smiled lightly and turned to look at Rich, who was pulled aside, "If the boss behind you is interested in African white rhinos, you can hang a notice that the museum is closed on Fridays at the door."

"White rhinoceros?" Richie was surprised, "Okay, I will pass it on, sir, may I ask your name?"

"Nate Schlain."

Rich's eyes were dull, looking at the backs of the three leaving, he muttered secretly: "The appearance is British, the identity is French, and the name is German...?"

After he was in a daze, he came to the office and grabbed the phone.

In 1910, the telephone penetration rate in the United States reached more than ten percent, and 700 million households had installed telephones.

In the past two years alone, 760 million households were connected to the telephone line, and by 1920 there were 1400 million households.

Rich switched the line, and it didn't take long for the pair to connect.

"To Mr. Thompson."

"Hold on."

"..."

"speak."

"Boss, I'm Rich. Three people came to the exhibition hall just now. They claimed to be members of the French Hunting Association, but they used German names, but they looked very British."

"...real hunters, what are they selling?"

Rich was startled, it turned out to be the disguise of a real hunter.

"African white rhino."

"…What about people?"

"Going away, but they said that if you're interested, you can put up a closed notice on Friday."

"Just do it, and if they come again, invite them to church."

"Ok."