America 1881: Legend of the West

This time, Rockefeller Jr. did not drive drunk, nor did he inexplicably drive his car into a flower bed on the side of the road.

He was rear-ended.

At that time, he was blocked at the intersection of 57th Street.

Traffic in New York at the beginning of the 20th century could be described as a mess.

There are no traffic lights, no traffic police.

Cars and carriages are mixed together, showing a punk beauty that is a mixture of nature and machinery.

However, this kind of beauty is usually accompanied by the neighing of horses, collisions of vehicles, and curses from passengers.

Rockefeller Jr. was no exception.

The intersection of 57th Street is like a parking lot.

"Mazefaker."

While pressing the horn, he leaned half of his body out of the window and slapped his car door with his hand.

Facts have proved that this behavior is undesirable.

Only the sound of "Duang" was heard.

Little Rockefeller's lower body in the car suddenly moved forward together with the car.

But his upper body leaning out of the window could not keep up with the speed of his lower body.

The back of Little Rockefeller's head hit the car door frame with a bang.

Pain came through, along with a wave of dizziness.

After a few seconds, Rockefeller Jr. recovered slightly.

He instantly became angry, jumped out of the cab, and walked towards the back of the car.

A man got out of the cab of the car behind him. He was dressed gorgeously and looked as luxurious as him.

If the rich second generation in New York also has to be ranked according to seniority, then the man in front of him can be regarded as his eldest brother.

"Oh, sorry, John, I accidentally stepped on the wrong accelerator just now."

Little Astor glanced at the butt of Little Rockefeller's car and said apologetically.

"I will pay for all the damage. I'm really sorry."

Thanks to the excellent quality of Ford's cars, there are no major problems with the car.

"My neck almost broke!" Rockefeller Jr. muttered.

The two men clashed over the Roswell property in New Mexico, but eventually came to an agreement.

After returning to New York, their relationship was pretty good. At least they had a common language when it came to eating, drinking, and having fun.

Little Astor turned around and walked back to his car, opened the door, and took out an exquisitely crafted wooden box from the car.

He opened the box.

Inside is a bottle of red wine, stuffed tightly with agarwood chips and soft cotton next to it.

"Fortunately it didn't break."

Little Astor stroked the bottle of wine and handed the box to Little Rockefeller's hand.

"The 1886 Bordeaux wine was a good vintage. I originally planned to bring it to Mr. Chen, but I happened to meet you, so I gave it to you."

Little Rockefeller's eyes lit up when he saw the wine.

Without saying a word, he took the wooden box and began to greedily admire the bottle of wine.

"I'll pay you a brand new car later." Little Astor said.

"No, let's forget about it." Rockefeller put the wooden box on his back seat and said magnanimously.

However, a clear female voice came from behind him:

"Sir, your matter is settled, what about ours?"

Little Rockefeller turned around suddenly and found a pretty woman standing behind him.

The woman was wearing a slim-fitting long skirt and a velvet waistcoat. Her blond hair fell on her shoulders, and her eyes seemed happy but not happy.

Her head tilted slightly to one side.

Little Rockefeller then discovered that while his car was being rear-ended, it also hit a car in front of him.

The woman in front of him was obviously the owner of the car.

Little Rockefeller wandered in front of the woman.

He looked at the front of his car.

It's not serious, it's just deformed.

"When will women be able to drive?" Little Rockefeller muttered in a low voice.

"Madam, what kind of compensation do you need? Give me a price!" He straightened up.

But when he saw the woman's face again, he always felt as if he had seen her before.

"I'm not short of money." The woman's red lips parted slightly and she said coldly, "I need an apology."

"Sorry? What did you say?" Little Rockefeller couldn't believe his ears and stared at the woman with an incomprehensible expression. "When did you see me, John Rockefeller, apologize?"

"Then I can only do it by myself?" The woman turned around and walked to her car.

Little Rockefeller also turned his head.

Little Aster was right behind him.

"Aster, did you hear clearly what that woman said just now?" He looked at little Astor blankly.

Little Astor didn't answer him, but just stared straight ahead.

Little Rockefeller suddenly realized something was wrong.

He turned around and saw the woman pulling out an iron rod from her car.

The two respectable young men were stunned.

Why is there an iron rod in this woman's car?

Also, what was she doing with an iron rod?

The woman pulled up her long hair with both hands and tied it into a braid.

Then she walked to Rockefeller Jr.'s car carrying the iron rod.

The woman suddenly picked up the iron rod with both hands and pointed it at the car window.

"Wow!"

The glass on the driver's seat side was instantly hammered to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the windshield was hit.

The windshield was cracked.

The woman swung the iron rod again.

The windshield was "shattered to pieces."

This alarmed the people who were also blocked and the pedestrians passing by.

Everyone cast their eyes over one after another.

Most of them didn't know what happened specifically, and certainly didn't understand why it was so lively here.

However, who can refuse to watch a good show?

Rockefeller Jr. and Astor Jr. were stunned.

They even forgot to stop what women were doing.

"I think, in this way, we are even."

The woman hit the iron car body with a stick, and then looked at Little Rockefeller provocatively.

The rich second generation's lips trembled with anger.

I'm afraid this woman is crazy.

A good tutor would not allow him to attack a woman in public.

Otherwise, call the police?

However, the woman predicted his prediction and suddenly smiled, like a ray of sunshine shining through the dark clouds:

"Little Mr. Rockefeller, if you want to call the police, that's fine, but the next time you drive drunk, you'd better not be hit by me."

Little Rockefeller was stunned again.

This woman's smile was so beautiful, gentle and warm, which was in sharp contrast to her previous violent behavior.

This really gives people an inexplicable feeling.

"I think I've seen you before!" Rockefeller suddenly said to the woman.

"Sir, this way of striking up a conversation is a bit old-fashioned." The woman continued, "Maybe, in a dream?"

Young Rockefeller began to search his memory.

But he still couldn't remember where he had seen this woman.

Due to frequent hangovers during this period, he has been losing his memory continuously.

The woman didn't give him much time, turned around and walked towards her car.

The blockage ahead is somewhat loosened.

Her slim figure was highlighted under the long skirt, which made people wonder.

Little Rockefeller stared intently at the woman's slender waist and slender thighs.

So sexy.

"Hey, woman." Little Astor's voice suddenly rang in his ears, "She is Harriman's lover, her name is Eva."

"Harriman? That bumpkin?" Little Rockefeller turned to look at Astor.

Little Aster nodded: "Yes, the vice president of Northern Securities."

Little Rockefeller was silent for two seconds, still staring at the woman's back:

"It would be a shameful waste for such a beauty to stay with that bumpkin!"

Little Astor laughed loudly: "They just broke your glass, and you are still thinking about their body!"

"Have a play, do you have any questions?"

Little Rockefeller made up his mind and walked quickly to the outside of the woman's driver's seat.

Woman is touching up her makeup.

"Ms. Eva, although I hit your car, you destroyed all my windows. I don't think this is an equal exchange." Little Rockefeller said to the woman from the car window.

"So?" Eva turned her head, looked at young Rockefeller, and smiled sweetly, "Master Rockefeller, what do you want?"

"My friend just gave me a bottle of fine wine, so I would like to borrow some of your dinner time to taste it together, how about it, madam?"

Rockefeller Jr. extended the invitation.

He has played with all kinds of women in New York, but this is the first time he has met such a crazy and sexy woman.

It definitely feels different.

As for Harriman, he was very happy to cuckold this country bumpkin who he usually looked down on.

"Okay, sir."

"Prey" answered simply, with a smile like a poppy in full bloom.