I became a son-in-law in the United States

Chapter 11 Luther's Business

The next few days passed as usual.

For Luther, besides doing antique business, the most important thing right now is to get familiar with the Kennedy family's environment.

He made quite a few trips around, asking Benson all sorts of questions, and even inquiring about the maids.

As it turned out, after visiting the family, he realized that his understanding of them was still too superficial.

Besides the villa in Brookline, old Joseph was ambitious and also purchased a number of plots of land and properties elsewhere.

These properties are located in New York, Philadelphia, Washington, and even as far away as Los Angeles.

A map hung in his study, marked with several circles in red. These were the places where old Joseph planned to invest, and each circle corresponded to a certain industry.

Despite the rudimentary map, Luther could clearly see that his father-in-law's gaze was no longer within the Boston compound walls.

Real estate, shipbuilding, pharmaceuticals, and even Hollywood are all on his list of plans.

In short, this is someone who is never satisfied with the status quo and always thinking about climbing higher.

In this way, Luther finally understood why the old money in Boston looked down on him. The fact was, nobody wanted to deal with this kind of nouveau riche.

Of course, for now, the Kennedys still mainly live in Brookline.

The reason is simple: Boston is WASP territory, a gathering place for Brahmins.

Old Joseph still harbored a sliver of hope, wanting to settle here, gradually squeeze into this circle, establish relationships with the Onsa nobility, and pave the way for his future political career.

Meanwhile, Luther's antique business was not neglected.

He took some time to visit the nearby post office and, in a way that was still considered fashionable for that era, sent a telegram to Europe.

Although the Ludwig family had long since declined, the family was not entirely without members; for example, the old butler, Valverde, was still alive.

He worked for the Luther family when he was young, and later rose through the ranks to become their steward. He remained loyal and reliable even when the Luther family fell into decline.

This old butler served the Luther family for nearly forty years, spending most of his life in the castle. Later, when Luther joined the army to fight, Valverde took good care of the household. Although they still owed a lot of debt, he had indeed done his best.

So he first greeted the other party in a telegram, and then instructed him to ship over some of the antiques that the Luther family had kept.

This batch of antiques is not gold or jewelry (the gold and jewelry have long been sold), but mainly consists of letters from nobles or personal items.

These things are unwanted in Europe, but in the United States, especially in today's social environment, there are quite a few Americans who are interested.

If it could also have some embellishments or something, that would be even better.

Luther handed the telegram he had written to the clerk behind the counter. The clerk quoted a price, Luther paid, and the clerk skillfully stamped the telegram with a red seal.

"It will be shipped out within two hours, and if all goes well, it can be delivered within a few days."

Luther nodded, turned and walked out of the telegraph office.

Regardless of whether the old housekeeper can receive it or not, and since I can't go back right now, I should at least give it a try.

And so, the first step in the antique business was taken. The next step was to wait patiently. Once there was a response from Europe, the whole operation could truly begin.

On the other side, Wellesley College, by the shores of Weibing Lake.

Jia sat quietly on a chair by the lake, a book in her hand. The lake was calm, but her thoughts were racing.

Gia discovers that her peaceful life is quietly changing.

The change wasn't drastic, but it spread out like ripples on a lake, making it impossible for her to ignore.

In the past, she neither longed to go home nor looked forward to the start of school.

Her life had long since achieved a delicate balance, as if she lived only in the present moment, only in this instant.

I spend every day busy attending classes, reading books, writing papers, and preparing for exams.

When she's busy, she doesn't even have time for her sister, Catherine.

But everything changed after we got married.

She was surprised to find that she had developed a strange habit at some point—looking at the calendar.

It's not the kind of view that you just glance at and move on, but rather that you stare at a certain date and count in your mind how many days are left until the weekend.

Every Friday, something indescribable would rise in her heart. It wasn't anticipation, but more like relaxation, like someone who had been drifting in a vast ocean for a long time and had finally spotted a piece of driftwood.

At times like these, she would think of Luther, the "husband" she didn't know very well.

Yes, he is considered a husband.

At first, Jia was very resistant and unwilling to be called that, but now she seems to be less resistant.

In the past few days in Wellesley, she had heard many rumors, such as a white man speaking up for a black man in the street, which would have been unimaginable in the past.

Although Black people have been independent since the Lincoln era and are no longer considered slaves, the mindset of several generations cannot be changed so easily.

However, some people disregard these prejudices and even take the initiative to plead for Black people.

This is something that most people can't do.

Regardless, Gia had to admit that Americans didn't have this spirit and wouldn't do it that way. Perhaps this was what was called the aristocratic spirit?

At night, the lights in the entire dormitory building are turned off on time, and patrol officers check back and forth to ensure that students remain quiet and follow the rules even when they are asleep.

However, through years of struggle, the female students have long since developed ways to evade inspection, such as talking under the covers or chatting using simple megaphones.

"Jia, you're still awake, aren't you?" A classmate's voice came from the darkness.

This time it wasn't Xie Wanying, but a girl named Jenny, who was also of Irish descent and was also ostracized by the WASP.

In Wellesley, girls like them who are ostracized tend to stick together.

"No," Jia said calmly.

"Sisters," Jenny said excitedly, calling out to Xie Wanying and the others, lowering her voice:

"Tomorrow's a holiday, what are your plans? Do you want to go to Boston to see a stage play? This time it's Shakespeare's 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'."

Upon hearing this, the others readily agreed, each one filled with excitement.

University life in this era was very rich, but it was mostly organized around sorority and fraternity groups. Occasionally, you might meet a nice person and even have a romantic relationship.

After a decade of upheaval, the United States is not conservative at all; on the contrary, it is becoming increasingly open.

Women's skirts are getting shorter and shorter, they are also dancing ballroom dances, cutting their hair short, wearing cloche hats, burying their hot bodies in each other's arms, and they are not opposed to one-night stands.

On the contrary, a young woman's ability to have a one-night stand is precisely a testament to her charm and her ability to conquer men, isn't it?

Welles College has a great location, only about half an hour's drive from Harvard University and MIT, which are known as a "men's world". The opportunity is right in front of you.

The male college students mostly come from wealthy families and are quite good-looking, making them the "targets" of these women's college students.

However, the next moment, Jia shook her head and refused without thinking too much.

"No, I need to go home."

Jenny smiled faintly, as if she understood something, and a meaningful smile appeared on her face:

"Yeah, I'd forgotten you were already married."