Greece to roman road

The United States and Europe are separated by the Atlantic Ocean, and New York is an important commercial port for commercial trade between North America and Europe.

The three Constantines were sitting on a carriage, driving on a straight and wide road. There were rows of shops on both sides of the street. Through the glass windows of the shops, you could see a dazzling array of merchandise, neatly displayed. On the sidewalks on both sides of the road, There is an endless stream of pedestrians coming and going.

Morning is the busiest time for a city, especially a commercial city like New York.

The carriage stopped in front of a three-story house near New York's Central Park. This was Sanford's residence in New York.

After receiving the news that Constantine and the others were about to arrive, the old man wearing a monocle connected to a golden chain in his left eye waited in front of the apartment.

It was none other than Sanford, the U.S. ambassador to Greece.

"Sanford, long time no see", Constantine gave Sanford a hug.

"It's nice to see you again, Your Excellency," Sanford greeted.

After greetings, several people entered Sanford's residence.

"This house is in a really good location, Mr. Sanford. It's next to New York's Central Park. The value can be expected to increase." Constantine came to the back window, where there were green grass, lush trees, and a beautiful view of the park. Under his eyes, the fresh air rushed into his face.

"Haha, since the construction of Central Park was completed 10 years ago, I have been very optimistic about the nearby real estate and bought two houses close to the park. The value has increased rapidly recently." Sanford heard Constantine praising his good vision. The old face smiled like a chrysanthemum.

New York's Central Park is the first urban central park in the United States.

After the American Civil War, the rapidly developing economy led to a large number of people gathering in cities. The public green spaces became increasingly narrow and crowded buildings exposed more and more disadvantages.

Citizens have increasingly urgent needs for fresh air, sunshine, and public green spaces.

This is exactly why Central Park came about.

"Then you are going to make a fortune. By the way, Sanford, what happened to the things that were entrusted to you before?" Constantine asked.

After the Congo Committee was established, it put a lot of effort into Sanford, hoping to use his network in the United States to reach out to the American power class.

"When I returned to Washington two years ago to report on my duties, I met the president and asked him about his attitude on the Congo River Basin issue," Sanford said.

"What's the result?" Constantine asked eagerly.

"His attitude doesn't matter anymore," Sanford replied with a weird look on his face.

"How come his attitude doesn't matter?" Constantine was confused about Sanford's answer.

"Because he is already dead, President James Garfield was assassinated on July 2, 1881, and the lucky man, Chester Allen Arthur, became the president," Sanford exclaimed, regarding President Chester. I am very envious of my luck.

So that's it. Constantine continued to ask: "So what is the attitude of the new president?"

"I haven't met President Chester in person, but there will be a banquet in New York in the next two days. I heard that the president will also attend. I can introduce you to him. As for his attitude, I don't know. I know, but I have discussed this matter with several congressmen, and according to my judgment, it is not a big problem," Sanford said.

On the evening of October 24, a neatly dressed Constantine, together with Banning and Sanford, took a carriage to a manor in upstate New York.

The host of today's banquet is the famous oil king-Rockefeller.

At about six o'clock, the three of them got off the carriage and came to today's banquet hall.

The hall was full of guests, either sitting at the dining table enjoying delicious food or holding champagne and whispering together. On the carpet with complicated patterns in the middle of the hall, men and women danced to the rhythm of the music.

In the corner is a band: a pianist, a saxophone player, etc. are playing the classic European music of the Blue Danube.

Mr. Rockefeller, who was wearing a well-dressed suit, stood in the most conspicuous position. When he saw the arrival of the three Constantines, he stepped forward to greet them.

"Welcome to my party, Mr. Sanford." Among the three, he only knew Sanford.

"Thank you for the invitation. These two are Mr. Constantine and Mr. Banning." Sanford introduced Constantine and Mr. Banning to Rockefeller.

Constantine said; "Congratulations, Mr. Rockefeller, you have established an oil empire."

"Strictly speaking, I am just a stockholder in Standard Oil," Rockefeller said modestly.

After the greetings, Constantine found a corner, looked around, and asked Sanford, "Who is Mr. President?"

Although Rockefeller was the world's first super rich man with assets exceeding one billion US dollars, Constantine was not here to see him today.

"I asked just now. Mr. President has not arrived yet. Please wait a moment and you can enjoy today's banquet. The people attending the banquet today are all rich and noble people, Your Excellency," Sanford replied. .

Constantine sat in the high-backed chair with no interest. It didn't matter if he was rich or noble, they couldn't solve their problems.

Unexpectedly, Sanford's answer was overheard by a middle-aged lady dressed nearby, who stepped forward and asked respectfully: "Your Excellency, Duke? Are you a distinguished nobleman from Europe?"

Looking at the woman who came to interrupt rashly, Constantine was stunned for a moment, stood up and said, "Well, I'm probably the noble gentleman you call me."

Constantine couldn't figure out the visitor's thoughts, so he could only deal with it.

After hearing Constantine's answer, the lady circled around Constantine twice, sizing him up and nodding, murmuring: "It's indeed a little different."

Constantine was stunned for a while. If he were in Europe, according to etiquette, this lady should bow down and salute.

But then I thought about it, this is the aristocratic etiquette in the United States.

"Then which country's aristocrat are you from? Is it the United Kingdom? Or Germany?" the lady continued to ask.

"Constantine from Greece, nice to meet you, madam," Constantine said helplessly as he looked at this curious baby-like woman.

"I'm Chrissy Josh." After hearing Constantine's self-introduction, Chris realized that he hadn't introduced himself yet and replied hurriedly.

"Is Greece a European country? Where is her location?" Chris frowned and continued to ask.

Apparently, Greece's answer didn't satisfy her.

Constantine felt very embarrassed and awkward. Hey, Greece is a weak country, not ranked high in Europe, and has no international reputation!

I heard that Americans have poor geography knowledge, and it seems that the rumors are true.

"Greece is at the southern tip of the Balkan Peninsula in Europe." Constantine could only answer patiently. Although he felt that this person was inexplicable, offending a lady in a public place like a banquet would make him look very ungentlemanly.

In Ms. Chris's mind, nobles from different countries have different statuses.

In powerful European countries like Britain and Germany, nobles are probably more noble.

I only heard Chris whispering in a low voice: "He is a duke after all, so it should be okay."

Constantine had no choice but to look at Sanford, hoping that this local snake would come to his rescue.

Unexpectedly, Sanford winked at Constantine with no intention of helping.