1850 American Gold Tycoon

Elizabeth wore a low-cut ruffled floral dress, with a slightly tight velvet ribbon highlighting her slender waist. Google search reading

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, and 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 elegant, innocent and charming as Elizabeth 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 it weren't for Vanderbilt, a six-foot-tall (183cm), muscular man with a big waist and round waist standing next to Elizabeth, there's no guarantee that these guys with spermatozoa would have some serious thoughts about Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth, you are seventeen years old this year. It is time to find someone who likes you and can protect you. Your sisters Louisa and Shepard were already living at the intersection of Madison Avenue and 35th Street at your age. The wedding was held at the Hongdao Church of the Anglican Church.”

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 mother and cried. I don’t want to live a boring and torturous life like my sisters in the future, and I don’t want my mother to cry for me. "

Elizabeth 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 cents.

Perhaps because their father wanted to compensate them out of guilt, the brothers and sisters had more pocket money after they got to Kony.

After bargaining, Elizabeth 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 the surrounding area.

"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 he developed after being 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 clamped 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 standing by. He turned around and tried to tussle 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 resolve them.

He was one of the best fighters in New York, so much so that before the fight even started, the other party obediently gave up the passengers and the route after hearing about Vanderbilt's reputation. Because then you don't have to lie in bed for months recovering from your injuries.

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 twist 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 years of travel 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 stammered what he wanted to express in English with a strong Eastern accent. It's not worth it to lose your job for a few gold coins and 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 existence of these gang members was related to the fact that people in gold-producing places like San Francisco did not completely lose their minds and still maintained the order that a civilized society should have.

Sometimes gang members have incomparable advantages over the police in managing social security. Vanderbilt felt this deeply 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 guy didn't even know the relationship between the Loyalty Society and Dalongtou. He should be a ghost guy who had just arrived in San Francisco.

"Yes, I heard that he is in the city. I want to see him. Can 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 he was not an ordinary ghost, so they agreed to Vanderbilt's request.