America 1881: Legend of the West

"Is he in New York?"

In the study, Chen Jianqiu asked bluntly.

He moved a few books on the table and put them aside, then moved the lamp over and motioned for Hanif to sit opposite.

"Here he is, I brought him here myself. It's Roswell's car, with a Secret Service sign." Hanif sat down.

"Who's the driver?"

"Donnie, although this kid is stupid, he came with us all the way and is trustworthy."

A smile appeared on Chen Jianqiu's lips:

"Don't call me stupid in the future. He is now the director of the FBI's California Operations Division."

The deputy director of the Secret Service personally transported a person from Roswell to New York, and the driver was a local FBI official. This situation is truly extraordinary.

"What do you think of this plan?" Chen Jianqiu crossed his hands and placed them on the table.

"At first I didn't think this was a good idea. After all, no one is exactly the same in this world. Over time, flaws will eventually show up."

Hanif thought for a moment and answered truthfully.

"But after I saw him in person, I believed in your judgment. And after Mr. Nigo took action, I felt that this matter was more likely to succeed."

"What did Mr. Nigo say?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"This is the greatest artistic creation in his life." Hanif touched his beard, "Well, although I don't think so."

"Imitation is also art." Chen Jianqiu disagreed.

"But I have doubts about how long that person can last." Hanif expressed his doubts.

"Most of us live under masks and are very tired, but that's not how we got here." Chen Jianqiu said, "He was looking for me, not me for him."

"But boss, I still have to remind you that this matter may not be that simple. That old fox Rockefeller is very slippery."

Hanif still has doubts.

"Although they hardly see each other now, they are father and son after all. Don't you often say, 'There is no better son than a father'?"

“What is true is also false when it is false.”

A cold light flashed in Chen Jianqiu's eyes.

Hanif remained silent, knowing that his boss was not a good man or woman.

Chen Jianqiu took out a paper bag from the drawer.

He picked up the corner of the paper bag and poured out the badge of the Masonic Society and a piece of paper.

Chen Jianqiu pushed the badge in front of Hanif.

"Give him this and he'll know how to do it."

Hanif took off the badge and put it in his pocket.

"Does the big one need me to find a reliable person to settle the matter?" He glanced at Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

"You are now the deputy director of the Secret Service. You don't need to do this kind of dirty work unless it is absolutely necessary."

He walked up to Hanif and patted him on the shoulder.

Hanif stood up.

"Then do you still need to see him?" He thought for a moment and asked.

"No, I told him what I needed to say a few years ago."

Chen Jianqiu returned to his desk, placed the piece of paper in the center of the desk, took out a notebook, and began to calculate something, never looking up again.

Young Rockefeller felt like he was going crazy.

After that night, Eva seemed to be a different person and never talked to him again.

Letters are not answered, phone calls are not answered.

Young Rockefeller suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

She is just a woman. She can have as much as she wants. How could she be so obsessed with her?

He tried not to think about it, or to hook up with new women.

But whenever he returned to his residence and sat on a chair in the dining room, he seemed to always see Eva dancing on that carpet.

At night, when little Rockefeller climbed into bed and closed his eyes, Eva's smile would also appear in his mind.

"You must be lonely."

"Honey, everything will be over."

He would never forget the softness and warmth of a woman's chest, her tenderness and his own sobs.

But what happened next, Rockefeller really can't remember clearly.

But when he drifted into dreamland, the scene seemed to become clear again.

Gorgeous, fragrant and fascinating.

But Rockefeller Jr.'s self-directed and acted dreams often reach the most exciting point and then he wakes up.

When I opened my eyes and found that there was no one around me, but my pants were soaked all over, I felt so sad and missed her even more. All I could think about was Eva.

Another week passed, and Rockefeller finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He directly asked Harriman to find him and invited the latter to have dinner, saying that he came to talk about cooperation opportunities in the antitrust context.

And it was specifically hinted that this was a party where female companions could be brought along.

The banquet was finally held at the French restaurant of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel.

When Eva appeared at the door of the restaurant holding Harriman's arm, her eyes happened to meet little Rockefeller sitting by the window.

His eyes went from bored to sparkling in an instant.

For some reason, there was no one else in the restaurant except Rockefeller Jr.

"What's going on with this guy? Why are you so excited to see me?"

Harriman was confused.

He walked to Rockefeller Jr.'s table and looked at the three sets of tableware on the table, which was even more strange.

"Um, Mr. Rockefeller, where is your female companion?" Harriman asked.

"Oh, she had other things to do temporarily. So I had to come alone."

Little Rockefeller finally looked away from Eva and said to Harriman.

"Please sit down!" He pointed to the two chairs opposite.

The two men began to chat about some cooperation matters in the business of Standard Oil Company and Northern Securities.

Little Rockefeller tried not to keep staring at Eva across from him, but he couldn't help but keep his eyes on her.

As for the specific business and what kind of cooperation method, Rockefeller Jr. was not interested at all and just agreed to deal with it casually.

But when little Rockefeller looked at Eva, he found that the woman was staring at him coldly.

The rich second-generation oil man was almost heartbroken by this sight.

What kind of misunderstanding occurred that made things become like this!

He felt like a cat tickling his heart, wanting to explain it to Eva.

So little Rockefeller was even less interested in listening to Harriman.

Seeing his lack of interest, Harriman cursed secretly:

You're not even interested in yourself and why are you calling me over to talk nonsense? So why did you call me here?

However, he finally endured it, did not show it, and began to taste the delicacies served by the waiter.

Halfway through the meal, Eva suddenly wiped her mouth with a napkin.

The tissue suddenly turned bright red.

"Honey, I'm going to the bathroom," she said to Harriman pleasantly.

Harriman nodded.

Seeing Eva leave, little Rockefeller hurriedly took a sip of the red wine in the glass, and then wiped his hands with a napkin:

"I'm going to the bathroom too," he said.

Harriman didn't want to pay attention to him, but nodded slightly and continued to eat the lamb chops on his plate.

Eva just came out of the bathroom and washed her hands in the sink at the door.

But when she raised her head again, she suddenly found that there was another person behind her in the mirror.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" Rockefeller Jr. asked.

Eva ignored him, wiped her hands and prepared to leave.

But little Rockefeller suddenly grabbed one of her hands, pulled it, and then slammed the woman against the wall outside the bathroom.

"You're crazy! John!" Eva's chest heaved violently, "This is a public place."

"I'm not crazy. Didn't you notice that there's no one else here today? I've booked this place!" Little Rockefeller also gasped, "We have to talk."

Eva crossed her arms across her chest:

"Talk? Talk about what?"

"What happened that night? Why did you suddenly ignore me?" asked Rockefeller Jr.

Eva didn't answer, her expression was calm.

"You have no future following that bumpkin. He has a woman back home! His company is about to be finished!" Little Rockefeller said eagerly.

"Oh? There is no future with him, but there is a future with you?"

Eva smiled coldly, with mockery on her face.

"Young Master, let bygones be bygones. It doesn't matter what happened that night. Girls like me are just passers-by in your life."

Little Rockefeller couldn't help but grab Eva's shoulders:

"No, you are different, Eva! You are different from them!"

He seemed anxious, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

Eva's eyes suddenly became gentle.

She picked up the towel on the sink and wiped away the sweat for little Rockefeller:

"Don't be stupid, John, nothing will happen to us."

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, which made people feel pity for her.

Little Rockefeller's heart was broken.

He mustered up the courage to speak.

He had said this to others before, but at that time it was all a blank check. But this time, little Rockefeller had a real impulse:

"Eva, I will marry you!"