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

Chapter 92: The Tale of Bad Things

Something's not right, of course something's not right.

Luther was afraid that the father and son would change their minds at the last minute, so he specially added a patch before the deal was done. Lowell was so angry that he actually paid the money.

With that, plus the 20 from the sale of "Jenny's Caress", those two items alone brought in 80, bringing the total to 110 million when combined with previous income.

According to the agreement between Luther and his relatives, of the 1.1 million, after deducting the 200,000 from the sale of his own property, Luther would receive about 10% of the remaining 900,000, which is about 90,000 US dollars.

A rough calculation showed that he had earned nearly 300,000 yuan from this transaction alone.

Even after paying commissions to Maurice, Locke, and others, he would still have at least two hundred thousand dollars left, which would be enough to fund the filming of "The Sound of Music."

Looking at the whole auction, the only ones who got ripped off were the Lowell father and son, who bought something that was overpriced.

Although 600,000 is a lot, it is still manageable for the Lowell family and is far from being a financial blow.

As for Luther, what he was most curious about was [Jenny's caress], which important person had bought it?

Is this in the White House, in Congress, or engraved in some memorial?

Perhaps it's one of them, or perhaps it's neither.

However, Luther believed that there were very few people in the entire United States who could obtain auction information immediately, accurately target their desired buyers, and pay $20.

To resolve his doubts, he even made a special trip to visit Locke Lang, hoping to get some information out of him.

But the guy refused to talk no matter what Luther tried to coax him.

In his office, the short, stout middle-aged man sipped his coffee and said to Luther with a serious expression:

"Young man, this country has many important figures, and this country also has masters. In auctions like ours, a list of names is sent out before each auction. If these important figures take a liking to something, they will pay several times the price to keep it. In such situations, the smartest thing we do is not to be curious about the other party's identity, but to respectfully accept the money and then completely forget about it."

"Locklong, can't we really say a single word?"

The fat man smiled faintly: "Mr. Luther, to be honest, I don't know who it is either. If I were this important person, I would only go through someone else, not do it myself, right?"

"That's true," Luther agreed.

Old money folks all have their own gloves, often more than one pair, to help them with various things in their lives or work.

For example, even old Joseph had two secretaries and a butler, while Reynolds and others were not even in the running, let alone these old money guys.

Unless it's a powerful organization, Luther himself probably wouldn't be able to find out.

Despite this, Luther did not forget about it. Just because there was no opportunity now did not mean there would be no opportunity in the future. As long as the time was right, and as long as he knew who had [Jenny's caress], he could roughly guess the identity of that person.

Over the next two days, Luther divided the money into three parts: one part was sent back to Europe, one part was deposited into the company, and the rest was deposited into his own slush fund, which now exceeds 10.

This money needs to be saved to prepare for shorting the stock market later. Whether he can become the American version of Prince Edward depends on this wave in 1929.

..............

Good news doesn't travel far, but interesting stories spread like wildfire.

Soon, news spread that the Lowell family had spent $600,000 on a small Catholic box, and Boston was filled with laughter and a joyful atmosphere.

Luther thought to himself, "It's fortunate that this time it's a German reliquary. If it were [Jenny's caress], wouldn't people laugh their heads off?"

People in Boston will say that the Lowells spent $600,000 to buy a fake penis.

That scene... I can't even imagine it...

The next morning, at the Boston Country Club.

The members of WASP arrived early; some were there for vacation, some for business, and some simply for breakfast.

The lives of the wealthy are completely different from those of ordinary workers. Their day basically begins at a club, where they spend time, meet old friends, discuss business, and exchange information. These are the most important things.

If you're still in the mood after doing all that, you could invite a few wives over so everyone can play games together.

Make no mistake, this is how the elite live.

You play with my wife, I play with your wife, we're all honest with each other, and we have each other's secrets in our hands. That's how we increase trust and form an alliance.

In fact, these are one of the foundations of trust in clubs, fraternities, and certain organizations.

Why do I say "one of"? Because besides this, we'll be doing other things together.

Of course, this is not surprising. In America these days, it's useless to talk to the likes of Antoninus about "benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness." They simply don't believe in them, let alone regard them as ideals or even beliefs, because there is simply no fertile ground for it.

No matter how eloquently Confucius speaks, people don't care at all. What's the point of talking about rulers and subjects, fathers and sons? Nothing beats making money.

After all this was done, the wealthy individuals would leave, some going to their companies and others going home.

In Boston, the country club is just such a place.

Located in the Chestnut Hill neighborhood of Brookline, just about 6.5 miles from downtown Boston, it's practically "on your doorstep."

Of course, this is the WASPs' doorstep, not Kennedy's.

In fact, this club is extremely exclusive, and old Joseph has applied seven or eight times, only to be rejected each time.

No one can deny that he is very rich, but so what? The old-timers don't buy into that.

In Boston, there are many clubs like this, and the top clubs are the least open to outsiders, especially the Irish.

For example, the oldest and most mysterious Somerset Club was the core of the WASP circle, followed by the Boston Common Club, Algonquin Club, Harvard Club, and the Pig Club formed by college students. These clubs are essentially WASP circles.

Early in the morning, about 50 dishes were laid out in the club's buffet restaurant.

Milk, bread, bacon, ham, and steaks imported from faraway Argentina, eels caught in Chile, and tobacco from Cuba—you can enjoy them all here.

Of course, today's breakfast was quite different, and many of the older folks were much more talkative than usual.

But what everyone talks about most is Lowell spending 60 to buy the relic box.

"How could such a piece of junk be worth six hundred thousand? Lowell is just too rich."

"What an idiot! He's obviously been scammed!"

"How dare he call himself the King of Boston?"