Chapter 21: The Ritual at the Tombstone

On the night of rest, Li Zitao saw the Minister of Finance, who was here to meet the President.

"This is also known as the President's Palace. Basically every president has visited here, and some of them are our regular visitors, including Adams, Grant, Lincoln..."

Sitting up the creaking iron gate elevator, the hotel's personal butler calmly introduced the history of the hotel.

Looking at the other party's poker face and standard indifferent eyes, Li Zitao silently praised him in his heart, 'This beep must be full marks, and you are not afraid of pride! '

The executive suite consisting of three rooms can be called luxurious, rich gold everywhere, precious fur carpets, famous paintings with a sense of history are hung on the walls at will, and small objects placed everywhere have their unique origins.

Whether it is Li Zitao, who lived in a pigsty two months ago, or Li Goudan, who sleeps on a wooden plank with air leakage on all sides, it is as gorgeous as a palace.

After taking a comfortable bath, Li Zitao suddenly wanted to have a drink, but when he looked up, the wine cabinet in the living room was already empty.

"Sir, do you need any service?" After calling the personal butler and expressing that he wanted a drink, the other party asked in silence for a moment; "What kind of wine do you need?"

"..." Sure enough, there are countermeasures above and policies below.

Close to the White House, known as the presidential palace, can provide alcohol during the prohibition.

Li Zitao wondered viciously, is the president and finance minister in the presidential suite shaking their wine glasses while discussing how much tax revenue the country has lost due to the prohibition of alcohol?

In the early morning, on a big bed big enough for six people to lie side by side, Li Zitao lifted the warm goose down quilt, stood in front of the window energetically, and watched the busy traffic downstairs.

I saw Paul with a red face in the restaurant. It seems that he had a good nightlife last night. I don't know if other people have been arranged.

"Sir, we will pass by the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier later, do you need to stop?" When leaving the car, the driver suddenly introduced.

"Is there anything special about it?" Li Zitao didn't know much about HSD or even American culture, whether it was in his past life or now.

"Unknown soldiers who died on the battlefield are buried there. The guard changes every hour, and there is a flower-laying ceremony every day. Many veterans and citizens will spontaneously go to participate, which is very meaningful!"

Hearing that there will be veterans participating, Li Zitao's eyes brightened, and he was a little tempted: "Then go and see."

The S.H.I.E.L.D. team is his most important team, to ensure that he will not be slaughtered as a cow. Li Zitao is most interested in veterans now.

Especially the veterans who retired after participating in the Spanish-American War. These people have experienced real wars, and some of them were in those days. S.H.I.E.L.D. needs their valuable experience.

Passing through the Arlington Cemetery, the car was parked on the side of the road. The driver took Li Zitao and Paul inside, while the others stayed in the car and waited.

"Don't laugh after the ceremony starts, or you will be hated by the soldiers all over the United States." When the big milky white stone tablet appeared in sight, Paul whispered hastily.

Although he has never been here, he still knows the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier very well, which has been built for 8 years.

Here, the American Army soldiers are on guard all day, and the defense is changed every hour. It has a special place in the hearts of the American Army soldiers.

You must know that being able to become a grave guard soldier is no less than getting a medal of honor for Lu Bing. It can be said that they regard this job as one of the highest honors of the Army.

Knowing the inside information, Li Zitao straightened his mind, and suddenly felt a solemn and majestic aura enveloped him, which made him feel nervous involuntarily.

"The ceremony is about to begin." The driver leading the way said solemnly.

Speeding up their pace, a few people stood under the big stone tablet, watching the soldiers carrying guns walk vigorously,

He walked forward without looking sideways, and there was also a soldier opposite him, who stepped forward to meet him with heavy strides.

The two precisely met at the dividing line in the center of the stele, and the spear was handed over to his successor with a resolute and solemn movement.

The gazes exchanged between the two soldiers, the serious aura, seemed not to be handing over a gun, but some kind of spirit and will.

So much so that when the ceremony was over, Li Zitao was still immersed in that atmosphere and couldn't wake up. He was really shocked.

There were many citizens who also visited the ceremony with him, and some of them were slowly lowering their saluting arms, and their eyes were shining with reminiscence.

At this moment, a sergeant in military uniform came from the side. When he saw the veterans who came to participate in the ceremony, he showed a bright smile on his face.

"Charles, Jerry, Malone..." The sergeant hugged each soldier warmly.

After the hug was over, a lady wearing a top hat, a high-end long skirt and a fur waistcoat stepped forward, took off her hat and saluted, shook the sergeant's hand and said, "Thank you for your service."

"Thank you for your service." The citizens who participated in the ceremony stepped forward spontaneously and expressed their sincere thanks to the sergeant.

It can be seen from their words and deeds that most of them come from middle-class families, have received good education, and can eat good bread and cheese.

Li Zitao suddenly understood how the United States rose to become a superpower.

"Thank you for your service." Unknowingly, he joined the greeting team and stood in front of the sergeant.

"..." Li Zitao was suddenly stunned when he saw the sergeant's tough face.

Who am I, where am I, what the fuck am I doing? ? ?

"Thank you." No matter what, the sergeant expressed his gratitude to Li Zitao, and when he turned to leave, he suddenly asked, "By the way, are you a new immigrant?"

"Yes, Sergeant." Li Zitao's heart trembled, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you very much, goodbye." The sergeant waved and smiled.

"Why didn't you stop me just now, FK." Li Zitao's legs went limp when he got down from the top, and then he remembered that he hadn't figured out his identity until now.

"When I saw it, you had already gone up." Paul said innocently.

"Forget it." Back in the car, Li Zitao breathed a sigh of relief, he had to settle the identity matter as soon as possible, and his recent success made him a little carried away.

The car drove all the way to Atlantic City, and when they stopped again, in front of them was the famous Boardwalk Street, also nicknamed the Seaside Boulevard, which Li Zitao remembered was very close to where Nucky lived.

But what he's most curious about now is whether that widow who is a bitch and has to erect a memorial archway and has a brain is really there.

In the Ritz Carlton Hotel, in Nucky's room, Li Zitao met him for the second time.

"Welcome to Atlantic City. Did you have a good trip? Lee." Nucky greeted him with open arms and a smile.

"I'm a little flattered by the thoughtful arrangement!" Li Zitao said honestly, the hotel arrangement alone opened his eyes, and he can really do whatever he wants with money.

"The dance starts at 7 o'clock. You can go to the bars on Board Street first, or play a couple of games." Nucky patted him on the shoulder, showing enthusiasm.

"Of course, see you tonight." Of course Li Zitao could understand such an obvious eviction order.

When you go downstairs and turn to the left, you will see a lot of bars, even in the daytime, it is still very lively here.

The bar offers all kinds of 'drinks' that make every man want to linger, but Li Zitao is not interested, who knows what these drinks are blended with.

Even if he wants to drink, he will only drink what is provided by high-end hotels, at least to ensure that he will not spoil his brain.

"Have you found the right company?" The soft wooden boardwalk gives people a feeling of sinking slightly and then bouncing every step they take, which is very novel.

"Boss, do you know Milwaukee?" Paul asked beside him.

"Well, of course I know." Li Zitao nodded calmly, but he felt a little strange in his heart.

"There's a beer factory in Milwaukee called Miller that's on the brink of bankruptcy because of Prohibition, and we'll get it for $20,000,

Skilled workers, mature technology, including a full set of instruments required for brewing. "

Li Zitao wanted to acquire a beer company, focusing on wheat beer and light beer. Paul thought it was a good idea.

You must know that the current circulation is all spirits, and beer has become a scarce commodity. If it can be successfully produced, you can count the cramps.

But now the prohibition on alcohol is still hanging on the head, as long as the work starts, someone will report it, and the sound of machines and the smell of wine can't hide it from those who are interested.

Those detectives who are like mad dogs will rush to the door immediately, arresting people and sealing them up.

"Paul, you have to know that prohibition cannot last forever." Li Zitao smiled meaningfully: "Maybe, it will be banned this year?"

"..." Paul curled his lips and said nothing, but he didn't think so in his heart.

People always think that this year will be over, this year will be over, this year will definitely be over...

But year after year passed, and now the Prohibition has lasted for 9 years, the women's movement is still endless, and there is no end in sight.

And without Prohibition, how could those wines bring huge profits again?

Prohibition disappeared, and alcohol could be produced legally, but the huge profits also disappeared at the same time, so Paul couldn't figure out what he was thinking at all.

If he knows the future beer market, sees that even a bottle of water can sell for hundreds or thousands of dollars, and sees the huge benefits in it, he will understand Li Zitao's thoughts.

Unfortunately, only Li Zitao knows this secret, and he will always keep it secret.

Besides, when the Great Depression hits, no one has the time to care about the production of alcohol. When that time comes, feeding is their main concern. Prohibition agents are no exception.

However, the prohibition of alcohol prohibition will not be until 1933. These three years are simply the golden period. There are countless blank markets in North America waiting for their new owners.

"Take it, pay the wages, recruit German and Mexican brewers, research malt beer with better taste, light or strong." Li Zitao thought of the German beer and Corona that were popular all over the world in his previous life.