Chapter 52: Elizabeth

Elizabeth wore a low-necked ruffled floral dress, and a slightly tightened goose down ribbon set off her slender waist. Google search reading

She inherited her father's excellent height gene. Her height of 172 cm and the high heels hidden under her skirt made her taller than most American men of this era.

Her facial features are very three-dimensional, with a straight nose and a small and cute chin, which makes people want to pinch them.

The most attractive thing is her pair of pure and clear eyes, like the purest and flawless crystal in the world.

San Francisco lacks women, but it is not that there are no women. It's just that most of the women who come to San Francisco are prostitutes.

It was the first time that a girl like Elizabeth, who was pure and charming, appeared on the streets of San Francisco.

Soon, she became the most dazzling star on the street. She was like a magnet with strong magnetic force, attracting the attention of countless men.

If Vanderbilt, a six-foot-tall (183cm) strong man, hadn't stood beside Elizabeth, it's hard to guarantee that these horny guys would have improper thoughts about Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth, you are seventeen years old this year, and it's time to find someone who likes you and can protect you. Your sister Louisa and Shepard were married at the Episcopal Church of Hongdao at the intersection of Madison Avenue and 35th Street when they were your age."

Vanderbilt took out a Cuban cigar from his left chest pocket and put it on his lips, then reached into his trouser pocket to grope for matches.

"Are you talking about those young men in New York who do nothing all day and hang out at banquets for the elites of the upper class? I have no interest in those hypocritical, greasy, annoying people.

My sisters followed your arrangements and joined the rich and famous, and every time they came back, they hugged their mother and cried. I don't want to live a boring and torturous life like my sisters in the future, and I don't want my mother to cry for me."

Elizabeth liked a beautiful silk ribbon with beautiful patterns she had never seen before.

She picked up the ribbon and tried it, using it to fix her hat, and skillfully tied a beautiful bow under her chin. The color of the ribbon matched her brown hair and yellow hat very well.

She was very satisfied, but she thought the price of the ribbon was a bit expensive, costing $7, and you know, her monthly pocket money was only $8.

Of course, she was much luckier than her brothers and sisters. Her mother told her that her eldest sister Louisa's monthly pocket money was only two or three dollars. And her eldest brother William Henry only had a pitiful seventy or eighty cents.

Perhaps it was because their father felt guilty and wanted to compensate them, so after they arrived at Coney, the brothers and sisters had more pocket money.

After bargaining, Elizabeth finally made the deal with $7, and the seller also agreed to give her a small silk ribbon as a hairband.

This made her feel very accomplished, and she showed off her achievements to the people around her.

"Do you think I have the same talent for business as you?"

Vanderbilt finally found a match to light his cigar. After taking a puff of the cigar impatiently, he said with regret: "If it were me, this deal could be completed at least for $3, or even lower."

At this moment, a hurried man bumped into Vanderbilt, bowed his head and apologized to Vanderbilt repeatedly, interrupting Vanderbilt's words.

Vanderbilt subconsciously touched his pocket, and he quickly reacted: his wallet was stolen again.

This was a conditioned reflex formed after he was pickpocketed countless times in New York.

The pickpocket saw that his pickpocketing behavior had been exposed, and quickly quickened his pace to blend into the crowd and escape.

Unfortunately, before he could run a few steps, Vanderbilt had already rushed up, clamping his shoulders with a pair of strong and rough hands.

"Hey! Hello, Mr. thief with no eyesight, you stole my wallet?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the pickpocket hurriedly threw the wallet he had just stolen to his companion who was waiting beside him. He turned around and wanted to wrestle with Vanderbilt.

When Vanderbilt was young, he fought a lot to compete with competitors for passengers and popular routes.

It can be said that the routes he operated in New York were won by his fists.

Sailors and crew members are rough people. It is impossible for them to sit down and negotiate calmly like hypocritical gentlemen to divide the small cake.

When encountering contradictions and conflicts, fists are the most effective way to solve them.

In New York, he is one of the best fighters, so that before the fight started, the other party heard Vanderbilt's famous name and gave up the passengers and routes obediently. Because in this way, he didn't have to lie in bed for several months to recover from his injuries.

The skinny pickpocket was daydreaming if he wanted to break free from Vanderbilt by force.

Vanderbilt's iron fist soon hit him in the face. Before the pickpocket could react, he was hit by Vanderbilt again in the chest and lay on the ground in pain.

Vanderbilt took out the revolver from his waist, put it against the pickpocket's forehead, and wanted to take him to the local police station.

"Sir, is this your wallet? I'm very sorry that your wallet was stolen here. It's our fault."

Three people in strange uniforms appeared in front of Vanderbilt, with a badge on their chests with a bear pattern on it.

And their oriental faces are extremely rare in the eastern United States.

With his many years of experience in the underworld, Vanderbilt judged that they should be local gang members.

Such civilized and responsible gang members are rare in New York.

He opened his wallet and saw that the US dollar bills and banknotes were all there, so he took out a few gold coins from the gap of his wallet to express his gratitude to them.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir. We appreciate your kindness. We have our rules and codes of conduct. We cannot accept money from anyone in private."

The leading gang member shook his head and stammered in English with a strong oriental accent to express what he wanted to express. It's not worth losing your job for a few gold coins.

"Are you Liang Yao's men?"

The gang members with oriental faces naturally made Vanderbilt associate these gang members with Liang Yao.

He guessed that the people in gold-producing places like San Francisco did not completely lose their minds and still maintained the order that a civilized society should have, which should be related to the existence of these gang members.

Sometimes gang members have an incomparable advantage over the police in managing social order. Vanderbilt felt this deeply in New York.

However, gangs are a double-edged sword. If used well, they will benefit you greatly, but once out of control, they can also backfire on you.

"Are you talking about our big leader?"

The leading gang member heard Liang Yao's name and thought that this foreigner didn't even know the relationship between the Loyalty Society and the big leader. He should be a foreigner who just came to San Francisco.

"Yes, I heard that he is in the city. I want to meet him. Please lead the way for me." Vanderbilt said in a tone that could not be refused.

Although Vanderbilt was dressed simply, the members of the Loyalty Society had seen the thick dollar bills in his wallet, and thought that he was not an ordinary foreigner, so they agreed to Vanderbilt's request.