NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 633 New prey
"Harriman was retained by Morgan."
Eva walked to the display window and looked at the doll models wearing clothes through the flickering lights on the road.
"Maybe Morgan noticed something." Chen Jianqiu put the lamp on the counter, then turned around and took out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet.
"Would you like a glass of Scotch?" he asked Eva, pouring himself a glass.
"Why is there whiskey in the clothing store?" Eva turned around and looked at the bottle of wine on the counter.
"The original owner of this store was a person who followed the rules on the surface but was very rebellious at heart. It was just a pity that he was not very lucky."
"He went to Colorado without telling his wife and children, entered the Grand Canyon, and never came out."
"You know, countless people go missing like this every year in the West. Their bodies are either fed to vultures, or eaten by coyotes or hyenas."
"I thought his wife and children were pitiful, so I bought this clothing store as one of the bases of the Border Detective Agency, but I didn't expect to find so much fine whiskey in the cellar.
Chen Jianqiu picked up his wine glass and took a sip.
"Well, that's pretty good."
He looked at Eva, his face also flickering:
"How ironic that a Puritan who never drinks alcohol actually has so many fine whiskeys hidden in his cellar."
"Ha, man." Eva turned her head.
Her hands caressed the exquisite models and their brand-new clothes:
"Look at these models. They have to wear whatever clothes others want to see, even if they don't like the clothes."
"What? Tired of playing roles?"
Chen Jianqiu's voice came from behind her.
"No, Mr. Chen, I'm just tired of the current mission goal."
Eva turned around again and smiled.
"Everyone comes into this world and plays a different role, just like on Broadway."
"Life is like a play, it's all acting, I just want to change roles occasionally," she said.
"Generally speaking, the border detective society has set specific roles and even scripts for its chess pieces, which remain unchanged for many years; but you are different, you are not a chess piece."
Chen Jianqiu put down his wine glass and said.
"Tell me, why do you want to change roles? Is it because the current situation is too dangerous?"
"No, this one is too useless now. I want to change it to a younger one, one that looks more powerful." Eva said in a surprising tone, "Please allow me to use it for personal gain."
Chen Jianqiu walked out of the shadows holding a wine glass.
He walked to Eva's side and circled the woman several times.
"Oh~ I understand, you are attracted to little Rockefeller." Chen Jianqiu suddenly realized it and drank the whiskey in the glass with a tilt of his neck.
Eva said nothing.
"OK." Chen Jianqiu walked back to the counter and put the glass and whiskey back into the cabinet.
When he came out of the cabinet again, there was a large envelope in his hand.
Chen Jianqiu thrust the envelope into Eva's hand.
"Hide it, girl, out of Harriman's sight."
After saying that, he walked out of the tailor's door. After taking a few steps, he suddenly turned back:
"By the way, don't lock the door. Someone will come later."
After Chen Jianqiu left, Eva came under the street lamp.
She opened the envelope and her pupils were shocked when she saw what was inside.
Little Rockefeller was carried into his villa by the driver, servants and several other people, each with one arm.
Mr. Rockefeller was as drunk as a dead dog.
The driver asked the servants to move the young master to the bed, cleaned up, and drove to the old Rockefeller's mansion in the suburbs of New York City.
Old Rockefeller was still awake and reading a book in the living room, seemingly waiting for him.
"Have you settled in?"
Old Rockefeller asked without looking up.
"Well, the young master has gone to bed. He drank a lot." The driver stood respectfully at the door of the living room and answered cautiously.
"He, um, also crashed a car." He hesitated for a moment, but still reported everything.
"People safe is good."
In the following time, the old Rockefeller said nothing, and the room was silent.
The driver wanted to say something, but his lips moved several times but no words came out.
"Just say what you want to say." Old Rockefeller caught a glimpse of the driver's embarrassment with his peripheral vision and said.
"Master, I know that you still care about the young master, but why have you been unwilling to see him and deliberately suppressed and neglected him?"
The driver said what he wanted to say.
He held these words in his heart for a long time.
He also knew that these words might not be something he, a driver, should say, but seeing his young master giving up on himself like this, he still couldn't help but say it.
The driver didn't expect an answer from the elder Rockefeller.
However, to his surprise, Old Rockefeller closed the book in his hand and placed it on the table on his right.
He said slowly:
"John is a talented kid, but he is too squeamish, which is why he didn't handle things well the first few times."
"He has to figure out some things by himself. Only when he figures it out can he stop being so arrogant and can I hand over the burden to him."
He looked at the driver:
"Of course, it's up to you whether you want to tell him these things, because now he won't listen even if you say them."
The driver nodded.
"You go out, I'm tired." Old Rockefeller waved his hand to the driver.
After reaching a consensus in the Masonic salon, Morgan united the monopoly tycoons to start a counterattack.
First, Morgan hired Hickman, the barrister who appeared in the salon, as the lead lawyer of the Northern Securities defense team, and began to compete with Harper, the federal prosecutor who was over sixty years old, in the circuit court.
Other trust giants also rushed to the scene.
They asked their lawyers to join the team defending Northern Securities, and at the same time used their respective connections to lobby Congress and the courts.
They instructed the company's lawyers to refuse to provide the court with any facts about the case,
They even denied that Northern Securities Company was the actual owner of those railroads in the West.
As a result, the case of Northern Securities Company entered a long period of investigation.
Faced with the protracted investigation by the courts and prosecutors, Knox actively pushed the situation to develop in a direction favorable to the Department of Justice.
He went to Pittsburgh to deliver a speech, strongly calling on Congress to immediately enact supplementary legislation to improve the speed and efficiency of prosecuting antitrust cases and calling on the public to support his just act.
With Roosevelt's support, additional forensic and investigative work continues.
This time, Northern Securities began to defend themselves tightly, trying to prevent any internal evidence against them from appearing in court.
Harriman got ahead of Knox's investigators and began destroying the evidence.
At the same time, he also began to send people to monitor employees in his core positions to prevent them from leaking things that should not be leaked.
However, no matter what he did, a large amount of evidence involving the internal situation continued to appear in court.
These evidences form a complete logical chain and are very unfavorable to Northern Securities Company.
Knox watched Harper's victories in court and happily told the prosecutor:
"It shouldn't take long for us to kill Northern Securities!"
But Harper shook his head.
He knew very well that the old litigants on the opposite side had their own methods.
Sure enough, the problem was not as simple as Knox thought.
Not only did Morgan's legal team find various excuses to delay the trial, Circuit Court Judge William also allowed the prosecution and defense to engage in an endless war of words.
Harper gave up.
His body could not withstand the relentless pursuit of the lawyers on the other side.
The newly appointed federal prosecutor Haupt also believed that Secretary Knox acted too hastily.
He informed Deputy Attorney General Richards that the court would not be able to schedule the case for trial before mid-January 1903.
But this has nothing to do with Rockefeller Jr.
He still eats, drinks, has fun every day, and lives in a state of intoxication.
until one day.
His car crashed again.