America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 355 350 Fifth Avenue, New York

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

He didn't even 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 every means to seize DuPont's market.

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

Chen Jianqiu's calculations were very clear.

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

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.

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

"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?"

The gunpowder merchants here were a little confused.

"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."

"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.

The first is that he suffers from Stockholm syndrome.

he said to old Hadzer.

They are the aristocracy of this country.

"What else?"

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

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

It just depends on when Rockefeller's Mobil can't help but come to an end.

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

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

Old Hadzer was a little strange.

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

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.

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

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

"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.

He had noticed it since opening the bank.

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

Chen Jianqiu had already seen what he was thinking.

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.

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

Moreover, the more they sell, the more they earn from raw materials.

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

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

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

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

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

He decided to change the subject.

They recommend candidates and work hard to make suggestions.

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

"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.

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

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.

"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."

Otherwise, I would not choose to cooperate with him.

Old Hadzer was no stranger to this address.

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

But he also knows deeply who the new American aristocrats are.

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

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

"Old Astor is just a German upstart who buys furs. He is a fox in the mountains. Why is he pretending to be a stranger?"

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

Chen Jianqiu is interested in Liao Liao.

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

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

Dinner? Why didn’t they hear that there would be a banquet after today’s meeting?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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 to develop your career."

The second kind?

Forget it, the second option is too terrible and cannot be endured by me.

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.

"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."

(End of chapter)