[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

If you love someone, send him to New York, because there is heaven; if you hate someone, send him to New York, because there is hell.

That famous line wasn't what rose in Rose's head when she was listing a staggeringly expensive shop on Fifth Avenue.

A strong sense of time travel hovered in my heart.

Bustling crowds, hawkers hawking along the street, shops with bright and clean windows, high-rise buildings with more than ten floors... It seems that you have traveled to the mother star commercial shopping street in the 21st century in an instant.

Damn, it's only the beginning of the [-]th century now!

Nima, the First World War hasn't started yet!

Nima's compatriots in the mother country still live in bungalows with brick and wood structure!

Rose took Jack's hand for a walk on Fifth Avenue.Her footsteps were a little fluttering, and she had to lean tightly on Jack.

At the beginning of the [-]th century, wealthy New Yorkers chose their residences at the southernmost end of what was then just a country lane, and today it has become synonymous with honor and luxury.

They wandered from Washington Park to the gorgeous shops at 130th Eighth Street.

Everywhere you looked, there were beautiful women flaunting their charms, wearing their best shoes, hats and gloves, and smiling back at the sneaky glances.Men, too, strut around in the most fashionable clothes they can afford, pointing fingers and judging women.Their eyes are unscrupulous, as if staring at others is a matter of course and without scruples.When men pass her by, most of them will look at her on purpose.When the women passed by, most of them would give Jack a wink.

"Your beauty is enough to shock the whole of New York, and the most fashionable beauty is not as beautiful as a little finger of yours." Jack whispered, "Look, these beauties are painted and fragrant, but there is no light in their eyes, as if they are specially designed for show. But the wax figures made are average.”

Jack was right, they roamed the places where men and women competed for display.

There are not only people on display, but also shops.There are row upon row of shops on the side of the road, and the windows are shining brightly, even Windows shopping has become an enjoyment.Jewelry shops, flower shops, leather goods shops, candy shops, pastry shops, fashion shops are lined up next to each other, and anything can be sold as a commodity here.

The janitors of the high-end stores dazzled in oversized coats with brass buttons and gleaming belts.A sense of ostentation and affluence came over me, without the nobility, elegance and red tape of the British upper class, and full of nouveau riche.

Rose said in a low voice, "I'm going to show my skills and let these competing girls throw away their colorful dresses and all kinds of accessories."

"Let's have a blast, then!" Jack's blue eyes shone brighter than the best sapphires the girls wore.

Mrs. Porter is a typical rich lady, young, beautiful, wealthy, spending a lot of time and money on grooming, and good at having fun.

"Your brow is beautiful, dear Mrs. Potter." Rose put down Mrs. Potter's flat hat. "Don't let this cauldron-like hat full of flowers, jewels, feathers and ribbons hide your beauty." .”

Mrs. Porter put on a simple black hat, grabbed Rose's hand excitedly and said, "Call me Alice, my little sweetheart, your craftsmanship is so amazing! So as women, we can still You have such a chic side! Thank you for your interpretation! Let’s have dinner together tonight! It’s at the Ritz Hotel next door, you must come to participate!”

Rose frowned slightly. Luxurious restaurants, staggering cups of wine, bright lights, and fun... She had seen too much, and she was already tired of it.

"You have to come! Let's meet the fashion queens of New York, don't be mean!"

"...Okay." Rose's queen fan disappeared instantly.

The female workers were still busy with the lamps and sewing machines. Rose and Jack packed up and went out.

In just a few short steps, Rose has already deeply felt the joyful and merry-go-round atmosphere on the street.There are countless cars and horse-drawn carriages, and there are endless streams of pedestrians and tourists. At the junction of Ninth Avenue and Fifth Avenue, there are several newly-built luxury hotels. The brilliant lights pouring out of the windows can give you a glimpse of the luxurious life in the hotels. .

"Honey, those hotels cost five hundred dollars a week!" Jack Cope said.

"...Actually, Jack, I didn't find out until I came to Fifth Avenue..."

"Found what?"

"It turns out that there are so many things we don't need that are being sold in this world!"

The tall and handsome doorman led her up the magnificent steps, just like she had experienced since she was a child; the uniformed waiter took her coat, just like Rose had experienced countless times; the restaurant in front of her Beautifully decorated and glamorous, it was no different from any restaurant Rose had ever eaten at; she walked past rows of gleaming tables that looked so familiar, squinting at the incandescent lights, polished Goblets, the luster of gold on the walls, the evening dresses and ties of the gentlemen, the splendor of the ladies, the leather, jewels, feathers and lace, the courteous and graceful service of the waiters...

Rose escaped from the oppressive and luxurious circle, but slipped into another almost indistinguishable circle.

Before she had time to feel further, she discovered that those delicacies that were extravagant, ostentatious, and expensive were on the scene.Rose finally discovered the difference between the two besieged cities: the British upper class is mostly staid and dignified declining aristocrats, while the American upper class is full of extravagant nouveau riche!

Behold, the intricately printed menu lists enough dishes to feed an army, and the prices behind it make reasonable expenses seem ridiculous: oysters are served fifty ways for a dollar each; The price of meat, steak and lamb chops is more than enough for one person to stay in a clean ordinary hotel for one night.This exquisite menu looks like a fashion magazine. One dollar is the lowest starting price, while five dollars is the most common price.

On the mother planet, when Jack was portraited at the Paris docks, it was only ten cents a piece!

Ten cents!one cent!

Rose didn't have the heart to look at the paintings on the walls and the lights on the ceiling. She had seen too many luxurious and fine decorations and ways of enjoying themselves.

"I've always found it shameful to be so extravagant," Rose whispered to Jack.

"Because the money spent far exceeds the value of these things." Jack agreed. "Even if you are a millionaire, it's really boring to be so rich."

"Come on, my little sweetheart." Mrs. Potter smiled at him, "Since you have money, you can spend it as you like, there is nothing wrong with it."

"If spending money like this can win your wife's smile, then the money will naturally have its value." Jack said perfunctorily, and he turned to Rose, "Although I really want to be rich, I definitely don't want to have so much money on hand. A flower method."

Rose gave Jack a thumbs up.

They had supper, politely declined the others' invitations to dance or stay, and went for a walk arm in arm.

They walked along Fifth Avenue, which was full of feasting and feasting, and suddenly met a homeless man begging for money.

Under the lights of the store, the homeless man was pale, thin and haggard, wearing a wrinkled and dirty coat and short ill-fitting trousers, hunched over and held out his hand to Rose: "Please give me fifty cents." Okay? I'm in a tough situation and I just... have to ask for help."

Jack gave him fifty cents out of his pocket, and they left arm in arm.

"Jack, he's probably a liar!" Rose pouted.

"No, honey." Jack smiled slightly. "Have you noticed what he's wearing? His jacket and pants are ragged, old and ill-fitting, but his shoes are of very high-end material. I can tell from the cracked The material and price of leather are judged by the leather. Clothes and trousers will always wear out faster than shoes. He must have been a rich and famous guy, but it is a pity that he has fallen to this point after bankruptcy.”

Rose's pouty mouth opened wide: "...my social experience is still too little, Jack."

"Should I expect a flower growing in a greenhouse to have the same insight as a tumbleweed?"

"Jack!"

They crossed Fifth Avenue and found a cheap hotel.

Outside the hotel, a few vagrants in ragged clothes looked around.Some of them had a broken leg and had a prosthetic made of scrap wood; some had a hat hanging down as if it had been made of scrap paper and rags.Their trouser legs were wrinkled and splattered with mud.The hotel lights shone on their faces. Some looked dazed, some were yellow and dry, some were covered with rashes, and some were skinny, like a group of homeless stray dogs who were shouted and beaten.

"Go away!" A few policemen with stern faces came over and drove away the homeless begging the hotel owner to be kind.

Rose stepped forward and said, "Sir, they have money." She took out a ten-dollar bill and waved it in front of the police.

The police ^ took a good look at her, saw her high-end coat, exquisite makeup, and a simple but expensive wallet at first glance, her face changed faster than turning the pages of a book, she was full of smiles, and said respectfully : "You are very kind, madam."

A younger policeman looked at her for a long time and exclaimed: "God, are you our fashion queen in New York, Mrs. Rose Dawson? My wife is a big fan of yours! Of course, she bought Sorry about your clothes..."

Rose smiled, "Thank you."

Jack, who has always disliked the police, turned his attention to the group of homeless people: "There are so many charities and relief agencies in New York, why don't you go ask for help?"

"Sir, the economy is in a downturn, and even the nun's charity meeting on Fifteenth Street is overcrowded..."

"Yeah, the people waiting in line for relief there are like a team of cattle, and they can't wait for a bed for hours..."

"Even the benches in Washington Square are full!"

Rose turned her head and found that this group of people was no different at all—they were all disheveled, haggard, ragged, weak, weather-beaten, and would fall down at any time, with no expression in their eyes, only dazed and hopeless.

Even so, these beggars and tramps don't want to end their lives. They beg for mercy like dogs, just want to have another meal and find a place to sleep in the cold and hungry environment.

Death only makes sense when there is nothing but pain, humiliation, and despair.

It turns out that New York is really both heaven and hell.

The author has something to say: Please sprinkle flowers~

Ahem, even if Rose got rid of what she always wanted to get rid of, and got what she always wanted to get, the tone of this article is still not cheerful...

It's been a long time since I received the Overlord Ticket. Is Xiaofeng immune to the Overlord Ticket?

☆、Fated reconciliation