America 1881: They Call Me Legend

"What? Are you going to set up a company again?"

In the box of the Metropolitan Opera House in New York, Little Astor exclaimed.

"Slow down your voice." Chen Jianqiu, who was sitting next to him, glanced at him, "It's not good to disturb others watching opera."

What is being performed on the stage at the moment is the song "Ring of the Nibelungen" by German composer Wagner.

Although the speech in the box did not affect the neighbors, Chen Jianqiu still reminded him friendly: "Don't be so low-quality, okay?"

"Are you so rich in funds?" Astor tilted his head and looked at Chen Jianqiu.

"No, that's why I asked you to join me." Chen Jianqiu looked at Little Astor with a smile.

"I have no money." Little Astor replied firmly.

"Didn't you invest in a trust fund with me not long ago?" Chen Jianqiu's heart was not dead.

"That's because acquiring the shares of the Pacific Railway Company is a profitable business." Little Astor returned his eyes to the stage, "Your AC is a pit."

"To put it bluntly, my father is still in charge of the family now, and he also nods to invest in trust funds," he said.

"I can't see it. Your parents kept telling you to stay away from me, but when it turned out to be beneficial, they didn't treat themselves as outsiders."

Chen Jianqiu took a peeled nut from the plate next to it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"My dad is my dad, and my mom is my mom." Little Astor rolled his eyes.

"My father's concept is that I can spend freely at ordinary times, but before taking over the family business completely, all investment matters must be approved by him."

Chen Jianqiu nodded.

He took it for granted.

With the wealth of the Astor family, no matter how much he eats and drinks, little Astor can't finish it. He's not good at gambling, but if he wants to make some investment, it's not necessarily the case.

"I have already investigated the alternating current project.

"That thing was invented by an Englishman 50 years ago. It's called Faraday. Yes, it hasn't been widely used until now."

"Also, most importantly, do you know who is behind the Edison Company?"

"Who?" Chen Jianqiu was somewhat disapproving.

"JP Morgan!" Little Astor moved his head closer and whispered, "He invested in Edison's company six years ago, and used his various resources to promote him and his invention."

"Is that the banker I met at your house last time?" Chen Jianqiu searched for this person's face in his memory.

"That's right, you've already offended Rockefeller, are you going to offend Morgan again?" Little Astor said worriedly.

"There is also DuPont." Chen Jianqiu added, "Although they are not completely finished yet, they will be soon."

He pondered for a moment.

Among the monopoly giants in the United States in the 19th century, it seems that only the "Steel King" Carnegie has not met him.

A Chinese who intervenes in the world of these Jews, Scots, and European aristocrats is not the enemy of the world.

"They don't like me anyway." Chen Jianqiu looked at the ceiling of the theater and sighed, "Lonely."

Little Astor coughed violently.

"Anyway, I advise you to gain a firm foothold first, eat all the railway companies in the west, and don't engage in those that are not." He persuaded earnestly, "I heard that the Morgan family has long planned to intervene in the railway market. You Be careful."

"Thank you for the reminder." Chen Jianqiu put his hands on the back of his head and continued to look at the ceiling.

"By the way, the Mr. Westinghouse I met at dinner yesterday is as obsessed with AC as you are. If you are interested, you can talk to him."

After Little Astor finished speaking, he found that Chen Jianqiu didn't reply.

When he turned his head to look sideways, he found that Chen Jianqiu had closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning, as soon as Chen Jianqiu stepped into the gate of the Gunpowder Association, he began to get busy.

He first asked Holiday to withdraw a large sum of cash from Citibank for him.

The money was a reserve fund for his activities in New York, and it happened to come in handy now.

He then asked a lawyer to draw up a contract.

After all this work was over, it was already afternoon.

With the contract in his arms, Chen Jianqiu rode his horse and rushed to Tesla's laboratory in the suburbs of New York.

However, on the way out of New York City, he came across a rather elegant carriage.

Chen Jianqiu casually glanced into the carriage.

He saw an acquaintance.

Those two leaf-like beards are all too familiar.

It was Westinghouse, the irascible middle-aged man.

He didn't notice Chen Jianqiu who passed him by in the carriage.

Mr. House was looking the other way, preoccupied and anxious.

Apparently, he also failed to take down the Serb.

Thinking of this, Chen Jianqiu slapped Hei Luobo's butt.

Black Radish raised its horseshoe and galloped towards Tesla's laboratory.

Tesla, however, was not in the lab.

"Ma'am, may I ask if you saw Mr. Tesla?" Chen Jianqiu grabbed an old woman with a washbasin next to her.

"What are you talking about? Louder? Who?" The aunt was a little deaf.

"That Serbian, young and beautiful lady." Chen Jianqiu amplified his voice.

"Oh, you said him, he went out, and he told me to go back to the company, maybe to find Mr. Edison." The aunt's ears were no longer reciting, and a smile bloomed on her face.

Yep, have to go back again.

It appears that Mr. Westinghouse may not have even met Tesla.

Chen Jianqiu turned his horse's head and headed back towards the Edison Electric Company in downtown New York.

At this time, Tesla was standing at the door of Edison's office, waiting for the great inventor to return.

Edison is participating in a sort of launch event, showcasing the company's new research.

Every day, he puts on a dress made for him by the best tailor in New York, combs his hair neatly back, and tidies his beard.

Compared with Edison, Tesla is like a worker.

After a while, he waited for the return of the great inventor.

Edison entered the office beside him, followed by his secretary.

"Speak to the New York Times and ask them to describe the effect of my demonstration today more realistically. The language they used last time was too exaggerated."

He walked to the mirror in the office, and while looking in the mirror, he gave instructions to the secretary behind him.

After Edison finished his orders, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to see someone outside the door just now.

He took two steps back and looked out the door.

Tesla is standing there.

"What's the matter?" Edison still had a professional smile on his face, "Mr. Tesla?"

"Can I come in?" Tesla asked cautiously.

"Come in, come in." Edison beckoned to him.

Tesla walked in slowly.

Edison took off his coat and handed it to the secretary. He leaned his butt on the desk and crossed his hands on his chest.

"Is there anything you want to say to me? Could it be AC ​​again?" He looked at Tesla.

Tesla shook his head.

He summoned up his courage and opened his mouth:

"Mr. Edison, can I increase my weekly salary? I work from morning to midnight every day, and fifteen dollars is too little."

The smile on Edison's face disappeared.

"How much do you want to raise?"

"I thought, like the guys who invented the factory, $25 would do?"

After hearing what Chen Jianqiu said yesterday, Tesla thought a lot.

But he was still grateful to Edison.

Because he was Tesla's first boss after coming to the United States.

As long as Edison is willing to pay him the same salary as those in the invention factory, and can recognize that he has the same value as them, then he is still willing to continue working.

However, Edison's cold words completely cut off his last trace of nostalgia.

"No, Mr. Tesla, I can't give you a salary increase. Everyone is working hard, but the value you create is too limited for the company."

"Then I resign."

Tesla sighed, turned and walked out the door.

Edison was at first stunned by the sudden resignation of the Serbian.

But he quickly regained his composure.

If you resign, you resign.

One more of him is not much, one less of him is not more.

This guy can honestly find a job by himself.

Then, from the window on the second floor, Edison saw Chen Jianqiu who raised his hands to welcome Tesla.

Chen Jianqiu handed over the agreement to Tesla, and at the same time showed him part of the cash in the box.

This is a signing fee to show sincerity and strength!
Edison suddenly felt his blood surge.

In other words, the Serbian had just stepped out of the door of his company and got a new job.

Moreover, not as an employee, but as a boss like him? !
Edison snorted coldly and closed the curtains.

Sure enough, he was a country bumpkin from the west.

For those who are marginalized in his company, he is still a treasure, so go ahead and mess around.

He wants to see what kind of storm these two people can create.