Chapter 710: Lincoln Enters the Grand View Garden (Third update, please subscribe)

So what is the living condition of American workers in the United States?

Not only are their working conditions extremely bad, but their living conditions are even worse. American workers live in slums that are dark and damp, with sewage flowing everywhere and piles of horse manure and horse urine.

They struggle in harsh environments, relying on meager income to support their families, and there is no hope for them. For them, perhaps not being unemployed is already the biggest luxury.

But in Daming, the workers' faces were full of smiles, and their eyes were full of hope for their future lives.

It seems that everyone here is happy, and this kind of happiness is not found in American workers.

On the train to Yingtian, Lincoln also thought about this question. Born in an ordinary family, he certainly sympathized with American workers to some extent, but that was all.

In his opinion, it is impossible for American workers to live the same life as Ming Dynasty workers. It is not just because of the greed of those factory owners, but more importantly, it is because of technology. In many technological fields, Ming Dynasty is far ahead of the United States.

If American factories were without Ming dyes, they would not even be able to dye clothes with bright colors. If Americans were without Ming medicines, many would suffer from diseases. Even American beef could not be separated from Ming refrigerated ships - Ming was the only country in the world that had such advanced ships that could transport fresh meat produced in central America to Europe.

The Ming Dynasty was ahead in all aspects. Looking at the citizens riding bicycles outside the car window, Lincoln felt a little lost, because in many places in the United States, bicycles in the Ming Dynasty were a luxury, but here, they were just a means of transportation for ordinary people.

“It really is a very developed country!”

If the Ming Dynasty impressed Lincoln at all, then prosperity and civilization were the most profound impressions. On the way to Yingtian, he witnessed the most prosperous side of the country from the train. Everything was amazing.

Finally, three days later, Lincoln and his party arrived in Yingtian. Unlike in Linhai where no one received them, now, as soon as they got off the train, a young official came to greet them speaking fluent English.

"Welcome, Mr. Lincoln. I am Lin Weinan from the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I will be in charge of your next trip."

Although Lincoln and his party came to the Ming Dynasty in a private capacity, he said that after their arrival, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs still sent a reception official. This was not because the Ming Dynasty was a country of etiquette, but because the purpose of their visit involved some diplomatic matters.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Lin."

Then, under the guidance of Lin Weinan, Lincoln and his party walked out of the station through the dedicated passage. There were two BMW sedans parked under the porch outside the station. When John saw the two black sedans, he couldn't help but be surprised.

“This must be the legendary BMW 101!”

The reason why John was so surprised was that until now no American had owned a BMW 101 sedan. This luxury sedan was extremely picky about its users. It was not that you could buy it just because you had money. Money was only one of the factors. The most important thing was status. Its users were limited to royal nobles, and they had to be high-ranking nobles.

Ordinary civilians...of course have no chance of it.

For Americans in the Gilded Age, they were full of yearning for everything that belonged to the nobility. However, this kind of car was something they could only hope for but could not have, because their identities were... just a bunch of bumpkins.

It is true that comparing people makes people angry. Aren't those Europeans just a little more noble? However, deep down in their hearts, they are jealous. Of course, they are envious.

"Yes sir."

There was a hint of pride in Lin Weinan's tone. He knew very well what BMW cars meant to Americans.

It was a luxury car that only the royal family and high-ranking nobles could ride. Of course, it was not only the exclusive vehicle of the Ming royal family, but also the exclusive vehicle of the French royal family, the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and the Russian Empire. It was also the car used by the British royal family, the German Federal Empire royal family, and the royal families of other European countries.

On the one hand, although there are also car manufacturers in Europe that produce cars, there is no way. The "BMW" of the Ming Dynasty is synonymous with royal exclusive use. If the king or queen does not have a BMW, she would be ashamed to greet others when she goes out. After all, she has long become a symbol of status.

When the door opened and he stepped into the car, although Lincoln seemed calm, before getting in the car, he still deliberately but quietly tidied up his clothes, as if only in this way could he fill it with a sense of ritual.

The moment he got into the car, he suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

What does it feel like?

Perhaps Lincoln would deliberately ignore this feeling, but John felt very honored and even a little proud.

After all, this is reserved for the royal family.

Along the way, although they did not show the same surprise as Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, some expressions could not be concealed, and soon the car took them all the way to the Peace Hotel.

Peace Hotel is the most upscale hotel in Yingtian and to some extent it is also the guesthouse of the Ming Empire. Just like the name of the hotel, peace, this is exactly what the Ming Empire desires.

After all, the Ming Dynasty has always been as pure as a little white rabbit. It yearns for peace and opposes war. At least, the Imperial Foreign Ministry often says so, and many European newspapers also report so. Even in the German Federal Empire, there are many newspapers saying that the Ming Dynasty sent troops to France that year, which was completely out of helplessness. If it were not for the German invasion, the Ming Dynasty would not have sent troops. After all, the Ming Emperor said that he believed that the German people were peace-loving, and the Ming people and the German people were always good friends. May the two countries be at peace forever.

Of course, after this report came out, the newspaper was quickly closed down.

Germany is no different!

In contrast, in the United States, even if a newspaper is pelted with stones, they can still write in the newspaper about how peace-loving the Ming Dynasty is. In this regard, Americans still have a bottom line.

Of course, those newspapers must have received a lot of Ming Yuan.

After entering the Peace Hotel, the Lincoln team was stunned by the luxurious lobby of the hotel. To some extent, being in the luxurious lobby even made them a little nervous.

After they took the elevator to the top floor, they were led into the suite by the hotel waiter. Looking at this luxuriously decorated suite, Lincoln couldn't help but say.

"I'm sorry for the trouble you've taken. Please convey my gratitude to His Majesty the Emperor!"

This feeling of being at home made each of them feel flattered. After all, even in the United States, they could not enjoy such hospitality.

"I'll let you know, sir. I live next door. If you need anything during the rest of your journey, just let me know."

Lin Weinan said with a smile, but when he was about to leave, he seemed to remember something and turned around to ask.

"Sir, would you like to listen to some music?"

"What?"

"music?"

Lincoln, Henry and John all looked confused. While listening to the music, they even looked around, because there was no band here.

"Beethoven? Chopin? Or Mozart. Of course, there are other records here if you like."

"What? What's a record?"

John couldn't help but ask.

“It’s a record!”

Lin Weinan was somewhat pleased with the reaction of these Americans. This was exactly what he expected. He even did it deliberately. He just wanted to see the surprise on the faces of these Americans.

He smiled as he walked over to what looked like a decorative brass horn, took out a paper bag from a glass case at the back, and pulled out a black disc.

Under the gaze of everyone, he placed the black disc under the copper horn and spoke at the same time.

"If it's music, just put the record on the record player and then put the tonearm on the record."

When he put the record head on the guitar, beautiful melody soon filled the room.

It's Mozart!

The three people looked at the record player in surprise. They were speechless for a moment. They just stared at the record player in amazement, even though countless questions emerged in their minds.

But now there was only one question left - where did the sound come from?

(End of this chapter)