Chapter 53 The Richest Man in America
"I thought so. You're here for retirement. You've been in France for a long time. How can there be so many grudges?" Sheffield shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He comforted Anne, "If you want to go to the United States, we can go together. One more person doesn't make much difference. We can support him."
A well-behaved girl who has been controlled since childhood and has little social experience, naturally has nothing to hide, and comes directly to Sheffield to tell everything. This kind of declining aristocracy does exist. Every time there is a social change, there will be many. As we all know, French citizens prefer change, and they will miss the monarchy after the change.
"Where else can I go? They all treat me as a pretty vase!" Annie said weakly, trying to hold back her tears.
Aren't you? Sheffield wanted to ask, but since the other party was a woman, he thought about it and let it go. It was also pitiful. This reminded him of the daughters of nobles who were stranded in various countries after the collapse of the Russian Empire?
Noble daughters? If the fact that the Russian Empire collapsed in about 20 years did not change, could he go and take in these descendants of the fallen country? He was such a sympathetic and gentle man, and he really couldn't bear to see it. Isn't there a saying that war keeps women away?
As a man who wanted to do great things, Sheffield did not stay in delusion for long. He comforted the vase and promised that he would have everything in the United States.
I was reading a novel I had picked up to kill time. In the 26th chapter of Water Margin, Sheffield suddenly stopped at a sentence, "You are as cunning as a devil, but you still drank my foot washing water."
Pah! Sheffield slammed the novel shut, glanced at Annie's room and said to himself, "Green tea? Not really, you're overthinking it, she's just an ordinary little girl. Even if she is, can you still turn the tables in America?"
There was one thing that the old man said was very true. Before leaving France, Sheffield saw a telegram from home. The telegram did not mention the export of agricultural products. It just mentioned it briefly and then passed it over. The main content was to let Sheffield take a ship to New York. Of course, this was exactly what he wanted, as he was curious about New York.
New York in later generations has the reputation of being the best in the world, and is ranked in the first tier of global metropolises together with London, England. Regardless of whether this statement is biased or not, it can also illustrate this influence from the side, not to mention that New York holds the two trump cards of the New York Stock Exchange and Nasdaq.
However, in this era, New York's status is still at the level of self-boasting among citizens of the United States, and it is not as well-known as the metropolises in European countries.
"My dear child, you don't know how much effort I put into getting Anne to go back to America with you." Harry Sheffield was unusually diligent. He followed her all the way from Paris to the port and finally found such an opportunity to tell her his difficulties before boarding the ship.
"Thank you!" Sheffield spoke calmly as he looked at the old man and Countess Susan who was bidding farewell to her daughter not far away. It was a standard combination of an American nouveau riche and a French impoverished aristocrat, a collusion of wealth and connections.
I just wonder what you two would think if you knew that the vase that you thought was worth a lot of money was sold to you. This is really an interesting thing.
"He was rude at first, but now he's holding hands. It's just a show!" Harry Sheffield boasted shamelessly when he saw the two people holding hands and boarding the boat. "I knew he was just talking."
Since he had decided to take the Earl's daughter back with him, Sheffield naturally had to put aside his gentlemanly ways and give the woman the best possible care he could.
It was a pleasant thing to have a pretty girl accompany you during a long journey. This time Sheffield did not encounter the North-South conflict as he did when he came here. Instead, he saw a group of Yankees full of envy and jealousy. "A group of Yankees who worship foreigners and fawn on foreigners almost dropped their eyes when they saw French women."
Sheffield raised his head slightly, feeling proud! After sitting down, he tried his best to act worldly and said reservedly, "My female companion is a French aristocrat. Please prepare some food that suits the French taste."
"Don't you feel a sense of accomplishment when you take me with you?" Anne moved slightly towards Sheffield and whispered in his ear. Then, in public, she suddenly kissed Sheffield, "Pop..." with a crisp sound!
"I seem to hear the feeling of heartbreak, I wonder if it's an illusion!" Sheffield glanced at the young men who were frequently saluting.
"You are all Americans, but why do you seem like you are from two different countries?" Annie covered her mouth and chuckled, not knowing what was going on.
"You'll know that when the time comes!" Sheffield didn't say much, just treating the others as air. He wasn't necessarily like other Dixies who wanted to pull out their guns when they saw the Yankees.
Do white people in the South hate black people? Not necessarily! But one thing is certain: there are more people who hate Yankees than those who hate black people. As white people, they all have the same mentality that traitors are more hateful than enemies.
Although Sheffield did not hate the Yankees, he had to mention them in order to live a better life in the South. In fact, there were also many poor people on the ship who were going to the United States to pan for gold. Even though France was a well-known imperialist power, after witnessing the prosperous prostitution industry in Paris, Sheffield had already developed deep doubts about the quality of the so-called powers of this era.
It's just that these guys, who were later called illegal immigrants, didn't know that the New World was actually not that different from Europe. The myth of getting rich overnight had already come to an end. There were no more opportunities than in their own countries.
When the passenger ship arrived in New York, there were already people waiting at the dock, who stopped them and asked, "Is it Master William?"
John Connor asked the identity of the visitor, and with a wave of his hand, Sheffield was freed from the state of being surrounded by men. "I'm an employee of Standard Oil. What can I do for you?"
"It's like this. We have already communicated with Mrs. Anna and would like to invite Master William to our home to discuss cooperation!" The visitor politely explained his purpose.
"My grandmother said so, so let's go!" Sheffield agreed readily, not caring that he had just got off the boat and his feet were still dizzy. Anyway, he still had to take a boat along the Hurst River to go to Rockefeller's house.
The scenery along the way made Anne, who had just arrived in the United States, very interested. She kept asking Sheffield, who was not interested in the scenery, questions. They got off the boat and got on the carriage again. It took some time before they arrived at their destination.
"What a huge manor!" Annie looked at the manor that was still under construction in shock. "What kind of rich man is the person who invited you in the United States!"
"The richest man in the United States!" Sheffield groaned for a moment, then said with conviction, "This estate has more than 3,000 acres, and New York is the largest city in the United States."
(End of this chapter)
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