America 1881: Legend of the West

Under the organization of McCann and others, the newly born Oklahoma City quickly held its first election since its establishment.

The Chinese here are no longer unfamiliar with things like elections.

Together with the white people on the North Shore, they actively fulfilled their civil rights and obligations.

The result is no suspense.

Chen Jianqiu became the first Chinese mayor in the United States.

Surprisingly, in addition to the votes in the hands of Chinese people, many other white people also voted for Chen Jianqiu.

Some of them came from Roswell with the Chinese.

Some were subdued by those cannons.

For the rest, the reasons are even simpler.

The farmers' reasons are simple and simple.

Mr. Chen sold them seeds and magical fertilizers, sold them lambs and calves, built bridges for them, and helped maintain law and order so that they would not be harassed by bandits like other towns in the west.

Life is booming.

What is skin color? Can I replace a load of nitrogen fertilizer? Can it be safe?

The city council and other related institutions were also established at almost the same time.

Small but complete.

This news did not cause any waves locally, but it caused an uproar in Washington and New York.

A Chinese mayor? Still in Oklahoma Territory!

Does this mean that area has been occupied by the Chinese? !

People who didn't know the truth began to speculate.

However, new news was soon reported by the media. Several media outlets, including Pulitzer's New York World, described this event as a successful integration of western ethnic groups.

Here, Chinese and white people live in peace and build their own homes together.

They can communicate fluently in English.

This once again proves the tolerance and greatness of America's institutions.

Most newspapers said this because they received money from Chen Jianqiu.

Wang Qingfu's "Chinese Political Participation Alliance" successfully "reshaped" the national outlook of reporters and editors by waving Boss Chen's checkbook.

As for Pulitzer's "New York World", it is one of the very few that cannot be bought with money.

Mr. Pulitzer himself took the train to Oklahoma City.

He did not tell Chen Jianqiu in advance.

Instead, adhering to his own spirit of seeking truth from facts, he came here in person to conduct the interview.

He stayed here for a week and interviewed many white people.

"The mayor is a great man. He doesn't take a salary, he doesn't occupy a piece of land here, and he builds schools and clinics for us for free!"

"That's right, our mayor, hey, I've met him, and he personally selected the lambs for me. Look, how fat they are!"

"Ah? Sir, come and see, what is this? This is an electric light! My sir, it is a rare thing that is rarely found in the east. Now our town is using it, even on the road!"

Every redneck's face is filled with pride and excitement, as if this is their hometown.

"What's that?" Pulitzer pointed to four fenced-in ruins by the river.

"Oh, that was the work of a bunch of fools who had a good life. We will learn from it every time we pass by."

Pulitzer and Chen Jianqiu knew each other well.

He thought of people's criticism of this place in New York, and for some reason he felt an inexplicable sense of mission.

He must tell the people in New York, Boston and Washington the truth here!

On the way here, Pulitzer also passed through two other Oklahoma cities that were established almost at the same time as here - Enid and Guthrie.

Compared to here, those two places are just shit!

Under the repeated brainwashing of newspapers and public opinion, public discussions on this matter gradually subsided.

But this matter also attracted the attention of others.

One night, 221 Fifth Avenue, New York.

A carriage stopped in front of an inconspicuous little house.

A gentleman in a formal dress stepped out of the carriage.

His name was Greg Hauck. He was from Philadelphia. He was the chief director of the Philadelphia-Reading Railroad Company and a well-known railroad tycoon.

Hauke ​​was an upright man in his prime, with a full beard.

He straightened his clothes and hat, straightened his back, and strode towards the door of the room.

There was a waiter standing at the door.

Hauke ​​took out a small delicate velvet bag from his pocket.

He untied the string that tied the mouth of the bag and poured something out.

Under the light from the door, this thing glowed with a metallic luster.

It's a badge.

A dividing rule and a ruler form the pattern of the badge. Between the two is a large letter "G".

The waiter saw the badge, bowed deeply to Hauke, and then opened the door behind him.

Hauke ​​walked in.

Entering the door is an aisle, with exquisitely framed portraits hanging on the walls on both sides of the aisle.

The figures in the portrait are all prominent in the history of the United States. They include George Washington and Benjamin Franklin.

Hauke's eyes swept over these portraits, and a trace of pride appeared on his face involuntarily.

After passing through the aisle, there is a living room that does not look luxurious, but is very exquisite.

In the living room, someone was already sitting there.

Sitting on the sofa, his face as smooth as an egg shell is Thomas Edison; the big nose leaning on the lounge chair holding a newspaper and reading by the light of the fireplace is John Pierpont. Morgan; and standing next to Morgan, smoking a cigar and frowning, was John Davidson Rockefeller.

Hauke ​​noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room.

"Mr. Hauke, are you here?" Edison stood up from the sofa and said to the railroad tycoon.

But his face didn't seem very pretty, and he looked a little embarrassed.

After hearing Thomas' words, the two big guys over there realized Haoke's arrival and nodded to him.

Hauke ​​sat down on the sofa next to Thomas.

But the topic Morgan and Rockefeller talked about didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

"Is this the boy we met at Scott's house?" Rockefeller took a puff of his cigar and asked.

"Well, that's him, his name is Chen Jianqiu." Morgan put the newspaper in his hand on the table.

"He's quite prosperous now." Rockefeller's eyebrows furrowed even more. "A few years ago, he was a country bumpkin digging for oil in New Mexico."

"It can be different now. He is the president of the Gunpowder Association, the chairman of the board of directors of the Pacific Railroad and the Santa Fe Railroad, the boss of the Roswell Electric Company, and the mayor of a new city with tens of thousands of people."

Morgan began to tell Chen Jianqiu's current title based on his memory. When he said it, even he was shocked.

This person's business seems to overlap with everyone here.

"He still has a bank!" Rockefeller reminded.

"You thought you could crush him to death with one finger, right?" Morgan ignored Rockefeller's teasing words and looked at him playfully.

"I still can!"

Rockefeller replied.

The richest man has the arrogance of the richest man. Of course, whether in terms of total wealth or current size, he has the capital to be so arrogant.

"How about we invite him to join the club? What do you think?" Morgan suddenly said.

At this time, not only Rockefeller, but also the other two people in the room looked at Morgan.

"Mr. Morgan, you don't know that he is Chinese, right?" Rockefeller asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Freemasonry has never said that it does not accept Chinese people. They only exclude atheists.

It's just that the core Presbyterian Church in New York has now become an internal organization of the upper class, and a tool used by businessmen and politicians to bundle their interests.

Morgan smiled again and waved his hand: "I'm just talking."

"However, it is true that he cannot continue to develop like this." Rockefeller took a deep breath on his cigar.

"We can start with his most profitable railway!"