Chapter 98 Missing a Morgan
What would have happened if Morgan had lost money on the coffee bean deal? In fact, it would have made no difference at all. Morgan would still return home to inherit his family fortune, and would still rely on the inheritance to have a higher starting point than others. He would still use his experience of studying in Europe to get ahead of others, and would still rely on his existing connections to continue to develop.
What would happen if Sheffield lost all the money Annabell gave him? Karl Lagerfeld had already said that Sheffield could repeat his business several times, unless he really proved that he had no talent in this area.
Unless, like the Vanderbilt family, the heirs want to enjoy life, things will always continue to develop.
"If Coubertin didn't have a huge fortune, how could he have the energy to revive the Olympics? Would someone who can't even get enough food want to exercise?" Sheffield took Anne's hand and walked to the front of a row of carriages, raised his head slightly and ordered, "Go to Fifth Avenue. He happens to be in New York recently. It's time to talk to him."
Fifth Avenue is located in the heart of Manhattan Island. It is home to a series of famous buildings such as the Empire State Building and Rockefeller Center. It is a great place to invest in real estate, and you can definitely make money.
Thinking of this, even Anne's chirping praises sounded as sweet as a lark to Sheffield's ears. When Anne just stopped, Sheffield finally found a chance to ask, "From what you said, you have a good impression of Edith Rockefeller!"
"Edith is a very good person. She has a good figure and an aristocratic demeanor." Anne nodded frequently. "She took good care of me in her villa."
You are completely drained of your energy, right? Sheffield said calmly, pulling a long face, "I guess people will know when you are not convenient. Even if you are a good friend, you can't reveal everything. Especially Edith Rockefeller, she is more suitable to grow up in Russia. She should be a little defensive, right?"
"I see. Actually, I just asked about how the upper class in Paris lived and how the nobles dressed. That's all!" Anne lowered her head in embarrassment. She decided not to tell Sheffield about the bathing they had taken together. But when she thought of that scene, she realized that the woman had a great figure. Compared to her, she didn't even look like a woman.
"Nothing else! Hmm!" Sheffield closed his eyes. Could Edith Rockefeller have a pair of clairvoyant eyes and tell whether Anne had slept with a man? Didn't she just open her mouth to ask?
Anne did not confess, and Sheffield did not ask any more questions. Anyway, it was not a matter that would affect the overall situation. The carriages moved towards the destination at a constant speed and finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous building. Although this building was inconspicuous and far different from the apartment built by the Vanderbilt family, let alone the offices of other bankers, it still showed its extraordinary strength in Fifth Avenue, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money.
A row of carriages stopped, and a bodyguard got off the carriage in front, and tied a black back to the street lamp. Sheffield got off first, tied a cashmere scarf on Anne beside the carriage, and turned around to signal to knock on the door.
"Where is this?" Annie looked very cute with a red face, but the boy's gentleness was a little unbearable.
"Tesla's laboratory!" Sheffield said with a gentle smile, and the next moment the two of them had their arms linked together, waiting for the person inside to open the door.
"Who are you?" The young man who came out to open the door was shocked to see dozens of people in black outside. He thought they were gangsters coming to cause trouble.
"We are from Texas. Is Mr. Tesla here?" John Connor asked with his hands hanging naturally, standing at the bottom of the stairs and looking up at the young man who opened the door.
"Mr. Tesla is not here. There are only some experimental machines and some researchers inside." The young man was about to close the door, but was stopped by John Connor. "We know that Mr. Tesla is inside. Our boss wants to talk to him. Please let him know that we are waiting outside."
"Yan Ji, don't run around. This is the place where Yan Ji thieves." Sheffield reached out and touched the black-backed dog's head. Then he slowly stood up and entered Tesla's laboratory with Annie.
Tesla's laboratory still has traces of the fire that occurred half a year ago. In the conspiracy theories of later generations, it seems that there must be a mastermind behind the fire. However, Sheffield is such a law-abiding person that he would never suspect anyone without evidence.
There is no doubt that Nikola Tesla in his youth was the kind of person who knew nothing but could live well by relying on his appearance. In the late 19th century, there were only two types of European and American men: one was a big beard that was unkempt, and the other was like the British Colonial Secretary Chamberlain, who dressed himself meticulously from head to toe.
Tesla belongs to the latter. The butcher knife of time has not yet destroyed this inventor of alternating current. He looks like an elite of later generations.
Tesla was also observing the uninvited guest in front of him. His eyes passed over the beautiful girl Annie and directly fell on Sheffield. "May I ask what brings you to the laboratory? Are you here to discuss cooperation or do you have other purposes?"
"Mr. Tesla, I have no ill intentions. In fact, I can understand you whether you speak English or Cyrillic. Your English with an Eastern European accent is very common in my hometown!" Sheffield made a joke first, then looked at the furnishings of Tesla's laboratory and sighed, "Compared to Edison's foundation, it is not a little bit worse. Although I have never been to Edison's place, I am sure that my estimate is correct."
"Edison has already achieved success, how can I be compared with him?" Tesla answered with a straight face. No one knew whether he was insincere or not.
Sheffield nodded in agreement with Tesla's point of view. Regardless of the true level of Edison and Tesla, Edison was a little more famous. At least when he was in school in his previous life, Edison's story appeared in the textbook. Tesla's name was not heard until many years later, and he was not as famous as the car manufacturer.
"I can't estimate the level of Mr. Tesla and Mr. Edison, but you are obviously the winner of the current war, but your current situation is not because of Edison's influence." Sheffield shook his head slightly and pointed to the essence of the matter, talking about Tesla's current embarrassing situation.
Although Tesla was somewhat arrogant, he was not so arrogant that he could not understand what others were saying. After a long while, he said, "The difference is reflected in..."
"You don't have Morgan's support. Your number of patents, personal talents, and passion for your career are not as useful as Morgan's!" Sheffield looked at Tesla, who had an expressionless face. "You just lack someone like Morgan to support you."
(End of this chapter)
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