In this era, I believe no one will object that New York is the most developed city in the Americas.

Even Doug, who had always lived in New Haven, had to admit his development and wealth here after coming to New York.

Today, he came here to meet someone.

This is a big shot, but it's not easy to talk to.

Doug came here to visit in person, and it was precisely because of this.

When he arrived at the gate of Vanderbilt Building, Doug looked up at this complex building with the atmosphere of the old era, and then raised his legs and stepped in.

The 19th century was an era of rapid development of science and technology, and in this era of rapid development of science and technology, everything was changing rapidly.

Take architecture as an example. There are two styles coexisting in this era.

One is like the Vanderbilt Building, which is full of old aesthetics and is filled with a lot of details in some appearance parts that are not practical at all.

The other is a new trend that pays more attention to practicality.

It is simple and if you can't use it, you will never add it.

This simple style full of pragmatism is Doug's favorite among later generations.

As for this old-fashioned, complex and luxurious building like a church, Doug Clayden doesn't hate it, but he doesn't like it either.

However, Doug also analyzed the character of the old man Vanderbilt from this.

This old man, born in the last century, has always been enterprising and pursuing new things in business.

Whether it is from a sail barge, a steam boat, or a railway now.

However, the inevitable disadvantage of any person still exists in him. That is nostalgia.

Before Doug came here, he asked Blair to investigate all the past of Mr. Vanderbilt.

After learning about the life of this gentleman, Doug found some reason for the old man to suddenly make the railway freight soar.

"Hello, Miss, I am Doug Clayden. I made an appointment to meet Mr. Vanderbilt. The time is coming. Please help me."

Doug took off the hat from his head, revealing a light yellow blonde hair, and also showed a sweet smile.

Although he is very young, he is still much older than Doug. He hasn't met such a friendly and polite person for a long time. The key is that he is still charming and charming.

"Please wait." The front desk lady showed her twelve teeth and a standard smile, and then began to check the appointment list.

"Hello, I've found it. The one you made was 2:00 pm, and it's 37:00 pm. You can come with me first and wait in the lounge."

The young lady led the way in front and said, swaying her round butt.

Doug is not a man who likes his butt very much, but for some reason, the aesthetics of this era like the way he looks bulging and tilting his head with his back.

Actually, it's not good for A, right?

Of course, Doug would not object to such mainstream aesthetics.

If you object, you can't let him make money, right?

Doug sat in the lounge, thanked the drinks brought by the young lady at the front desk, and then started to briefly empty her mind and rest.

You know, because of the existence of Clayden Investment Bank, Doug also meets countless people every day.

And every meeting is a confrontation in mind.

In such a confrontation, any lack of concentration of mental power may leave important loopholes.

And the human brain machine is very prone to fatigue.

Even a person with extraordinary talent cannot concentrate for more than ten hours a day.

Over time, Doug learned another way to rest.

What kind of rest method?

It is a short time and multiple frequency rest.

Of course, this method of rest is not as useful as imagined.

However, it is better than not resting at all.

Even Doug is now used to this practice.

No matter where he is or what he is about to face, he can empty his brain anytime, anywhere and relax for a while.

There is a huge floor-to-ceiling clock in the lounge.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the landing clock reported the time on time.

Doug stood up, tidied up his clothes, waiting for Secretary Vanderbilt's notice.

Although there were more than 30 people who came to New York with him, even the security guards at the entrance of Vanderbilt Building and in various streets were not less than 25. However, at this moment, there was no one around Doug.

After all, the old gentleman Vanderbilt is a bad temper.

Even God doesn't know whether he would be regarded as a demonstration by this old man if he brought the security guard here.

"Hello, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Your Excellency Vanderbilt invites you in." Vanderbilt's secretary came over and said.

Doug nodded slightly and then said, "Thank you."

Then, he put on a solemn but unsanctuary expression and walked into Vanderbilt's office.

Vanderbilt's office is located on the highest floor of Vanderbilt Building.

It is not far from New York Harbor, and on this highest level, there is a huge floor-to-ceiling window. A huge floor-to-ceiling window that does not conform to the style of this building.

Through this floor-to-ceiling window, you can easily overlook the entire New York Harbor.

That's right, this Vanderbilt mansion is the same as the highlands at Vanderbilt's home when he was a child.

When Doug saw this scene, the thought in his heart became a little more firm.

Before the owner could speak here, he said to the elderly man with a white beard and silver hair, "Captain, I'm glad to see you."

"Captain?" the old man asked back, "When did that happen? When was it? You were not born yet when I was on the boat! Boy!"

Although the old man's eyes were aging a little turbid due to physiological reasons, the eyes contained there were still sharp like the most ferocious seabirds.

Doug took Vanderbilt's ridicule without any concern. He naturally sat down and looked at the former ship tycoon and the current railway industry tycoon. He smiled and said, "You don't have to be old when you know your reputation, right?"

Even a little guy like me knows your captain’s reputation. Doesn’t it mean that your name has been passed down to this day and has rich infectiousness?”

"What I hate the most is the slickering person. You are not the first and definitely not the last young man. Never try to use your flattery to get a penny from me." The old man Vanderbilt's voice was very loud.

"You guessed it wrong. I came to you from New Haven. It was not to flatter you, because flattery got benefits from you. On the contrary, I came here just to talk to you and want to get mine from you--fairness."

"Fair? What are you thinking? Fair?"

Vanderbilt seemed to have heard the funny things in the world.

"Young man, do you still think there is fairness in this world? Do you think there are good people and bad people in this world?"

“I do think there are good people and bad people in this world. But there are no absolutely good people and bad people.

A man, he may be a robber, robbing all the strangers he sees. He is an absolute bad guy to these strangers.

But at the same time, he is a father, a father who loves his children and spoils his children. For his children, every time his father comes back, no matter how late he is, he will bring them a candy. For his children, he is a good person.

Anyone has multiple identities.

A person can be a father, a son, a superior, and a subordinate.

And his good or bad is only relative to people with a specific identity.

Therefore, I think there are good people and bad people in this world."

Doug said seriously.

"Then do you think I'm a good person or a bad person to you?" Vanderbilt asked.

"You have a good side to me and a bad side. But I think you are worse with me. Because your rail transportation costs, like a balloon blown by a hippo, have been soaring. And almost everyone, including me, can no longer bear your high shipping costs.

Therefore, you are a bad person to me.

However, at the same time, you have not completely forbidden us from using your railway lines. Therefore, you are good here again."

"Oh? I am a bad person in your place? Then why do you come to see a bad person like me? You can go and find someone who is not that bad?" Vanderbilt's voice seemed a little dissatisfied.

However, Doug felt that his dissatisfaction was not really dissatisfaction.

The old man Vanderbilt is an absolutely qualified businessman.

There is not only a railway transportation method to choose from.

Shipping is also an option.

However, because the throughput of front-line ports is limited and not all battlefields are in coastal areas, transportation is still needed.

But if Vanderbilt keeps increasing the price of rail transportation endlessly.

Once a certain threshold is exceeded, it does not mean that the port on the front line will not expand, nor does it mean that the front line cannot accept the use of horse-drawn carriages to transport materials from the port to the inland.

So...why is it? Vanderbilt is constantly increasing the shipping fee?

Could it be... it's because of the child he died in battle on the front line?
To be continued...