1850 American Gold Baron

Lisa White wore a low-cut ruffled floral dress, with a slightly tight velvet ribbon highlighting her slender waist.

She inherited her father's excellent height genes. Her height of 172 centimeters and the pair of high heels hidden under her skirt made her taller than most American men of this era.

Her facial features are very three-dimensional, her straight nose and chin are small and cute, making people want to pinch them.

The most attractive thing is her clear eyes full of innocence, like the purest and flawless crystals in the world.

There is a shortage of women in San Francisco, but it is not that there are no women. It’s just that most of the women who come to San Francisco are prostitutes who are full of prostitutes.

This is the first time that a girl as beautiful and refined as Yin Lisabai, innocent and charming, appears on the streets of San Francisco.

Soon, she became the most dazzling star on the street. She was like a magnet, attracting the attention of countless men.

If Vanderbilt, a six-foot-tall (183cm), muscular man with a big waist and a round waist, was not standing next to Lisa Bai, there is no guarantee that these sperm-minded guys would have some serious thoughts about Lisa Bai.

"Lizabeth Yin, you are seventeen years old this year, and it is time to find someone who likes you and can protect you. Your sisters Louisa and Shepard were already at the St. Mary's Hospital at the intersection of Madison Avenue and 35th Street when you were your age.

A wedding was held at Guild Hongdao Hall."

Vanderbilt took out a Cuban cigar from his left breast pocket, put it between his lips, and then reached into his pants pocket to fumble for a match.

"Are you talking about those young men in New York who have nothing to do all day long and hang out at the banquets of high-class elites and celebrities? I have no interest in those hypocritical, shiny and disgusting people at all.

My sisters followed your arrangements and joined wealthy families and became celebrities. Every time they came back, they hugged their mothers and cried bitterly. I don’t want to live a boring and torturous life like my sisters in the future, nor do I want to

Let my mother cry for me."

Yin Lisabai fell in love with a beautiful silk ribbon with a beautiful pattern she had never seen before.

She picked up the ribbon and tried it to fix her hat, and skillfully tied a beautiful bow under her chin. The color of the ribbon matched her brown hair and yellow hat very well.

She was very satisfied, but she thought the price of the ribbon was a bit expensive, costing 7 US dollars, considering that her monthly pocket money was only 8 US dollars.

Of course, she was already much luckier than her brothers and sisters. Her mother told her that the eldest sister Louisa's monthly pocket money was only two or three dollars. The eldest brother William Henry only had a pitiful seventy or eighty dollars.

cents.

Perhaps the father wanted to compensate them out of guilt, so after arriving in Kony, the brothers and sisters had more pocket money.

After haggling, Yin Lisabai finally reached the deal with $7, and the seller also agreed to give her a small silk ribbon as a hair tie.

This gave her a great sense of accomplishment and she showed off her achievements to those nearby.

"Do you think I am as talented in business as you are?"

Vanderbilt finally found a match and lit his cigar. After taking a puff of the cigar impatiently, he said with regret: "If it were me, this transaction could be completed at least for $3, or even lower."

..."

At this moment, a hurried man bumped into Vanderbilt, lowered his head and apologized to Vanderbilt repeatedly, interrupting Fang Bilt's words.

Vanderbilt subconsciously touched his pocket, and he quickly realized: his wallet had been stolen again.

This was a conditioned reflex formed after he was pickpocketed countless times in New York.

Seeing that the pickpocketing had been exposed, the pickpocket quickly quickened his pace and tried to escape by blending into the crowd.

Unfortunately, before he could even run a few steps, Vanderbilt had already rushed forward and grabbed his shoulders with a pair of strong, rough hands.

"Hey! Hello, this blind thief, did you steal my wallet?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the pickpocket hurriedly threw the wallet he had just picked up to his companion who was on the side. He turned around and wanted to start a struggle with Vanderbilt.

When Vanderbilt was young, he often fought with competitors to compete for passengers and popular routes.

It can be said that the routes he operated in New York were created with his fists.

Sailors and crew are rough people, and it is impossible for them to sit down and negotiate calmly like hypocritical gentlemen to divide the already small cake.

When encountering contradictions and conflicts, fists are the most effective way to solve them.

In New York, he was one of the best fighters, so much so that before the fight even started, the opponent obediently gave up the passengers and the route after hearing about Vanderbilt's reputation. This way, he wouldn't have to lie in bed for months to recuperate.

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The skinny pickpocket was undoubtedly daydreaming about breaking free from Vanderbilt by force.

Vanderbilt's iron fist quickly hit him in the face. Before the pickpocket could react, he was hit by Vanderbilt again on the chest and lay on the ground in pain.

Vanderbilt took out the revolver from his waist and put it against the pickpocket's head, trying to turn him to the local police station.

"Sir, is this your wallet? I'm very sorry. Your wallet was pickpocketed here. It was our dereliction of duty."

Three men in strange uniforms appeared in front of Vanderbilt. On their chests was a badge with a bear on it.

And their oriental faces are extremely rare in the eastern United States.

Based on his many years of traveling experience, Vanderbilt judged that they should be local gang members.

Such civilized and responsible gang members are rare in New York.

He opened his wallet and saw that there were US dollar bills and bank notes inside, so he took out a few gold coins and US dollars from the cracks of the wallet to express his gratitude to them.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir. We appreciate your kindness. We have our own rules and codes of conduct, and we cannot accept anyone's property in private."

The leader of the gang shook his head and expressed what he wanted to express in English with a strong Eastern accent. It was not worth it to lose his job for a few gold coins and US dollars.

"Are you Liang Yao's subordinates?"

Gang members with oriental faces made Vanderbilt naturally associate these gang members with Liang Yao.

He guessed that the fact that people in a gold-producing place like San Francisco did not completely lose their minds and still maintained the order that a civilized society should have had to do with the existence of these gang members.

Sometimes gang members have incomparable advantages over the police in managing social security. Vanderbilt was deeply aware of this in New York.

However, gangs are a double-edged sword. They can be of great benefit to you if you use them well, but they can also bite you back once you lose control.

"You mean our big dragon head?"

The leader of the gang heard Liang Yao's name and thought that this ghost old man didn't even know the relationship between the Loyalty Society and Dalongtou. He should be a ghost old man who had just arrived in San Francisco.

"Yes, I heard that he is in the city. I want to see him. Could you help me lead the way?" Vanderbilt said in a tone that could not be refused.

Although Vanderbilt was plainly dressed, these members of the Loyal Society had seen the thick dollar bills in his wallet and thought they were not ordinary ghosts, so they agreed to Vanderbilt's request.