Duanmu Ci, courtesy name Zigong, a native of the State of Wei in the late Spring and Autumn period, was a highly esteemed disciple of Confucius, who has lived for two thousand years.
He once ...
This is not only the heart of the magnificent mile, but also downtown Chicago, and it's also a popular spot for river cruises, where many tourists enjoy a "river cruise".
This was also Duanmu Ci's destination. He got off the carriage here and stood on the riverbank to make a phone call. Soon, a simple yacht pulled up to the shore, looking like one of those family-style yachts from an amusement park. Duanmu Ci looked up and saw the old butler sitting there, smiling at him.
Without saying much, Duanmu Ci took a long stride and boarded the ship, then sat down opposite the old steward.
"Anzhi, it's been a long time." Duanmu Ci still had a lot of affection for this old servant who had followed him for decades.
"My lord, it's been a long time." The old steward said the same thing.
The two sat on the yacht and talked for a long time, exchanging pleasantries but not touching on any so-called business matters.
"Back then, hundreds of thousands of workers in Chicago went on strike here (deliberately wrong) to demand that the city government implement an eight-hour workday, and they succeeded," the old housekeeper said, pointing to the waterways on both sides. "The internationally recognized 'May Day' Labor Day is also largely thanks to this."
“Yes, who says that the power of an ant cannot move an elephant, or that the flow of a stream cannot drown a person?” Duanmu Ci leisurely admired the masterpieces of the architects on both sides of the river and said slowly, “The power of role models is boundless. The Morgan family is too domineering. Since they came, life has become difficult for the entire street. I think all the businesses on this street should close their doors and cease operations as a sign of respect. If Morgan sees this desolate situation, he will probably wake up and treat them well from now on.”
"Yes, even Morgan can't bully people!" The over-eighty-year-old butler suddenly became indignant and slammed his fist on the table. "I'll go contact them right now and make them close down, shut down, and go on strike!"
Duanmu Ci suddenly laughed. He was curious to see what kind of amusing expressions Morgan and the Chicago city officials would have when they saw The Magnificent Mile with its shops closed.
He was really looking forward to it. (To be continued.)
P.S.: This is the first update! The next update will be a little later. Goodnight, everyone!