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

Whether the marriage is real or fake, the two still have to pretend to be a couple in public. If they don't even have this much understanding, they will be exposed sooner or later.

Those idle wives in Boston are all shrewd and perceptive; they can spot anything amiss at the slightest sign of trouble.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

After saying that, Gia went back to pack, while Luther waited downstairs.

Less than ten minutes later, Jia came downstairs carrying her small suitcase.

This is a small brown Hermès trunk. It has a great style and a nice design. The four corners of the trunk are also covered with brass, which is definitely fashionable for this era.

For Americans today, European fashion and luxury goods are indispensable, just like the nouveau riche in China in 16. If you don't buy a Porsche, you're embarrassed to go out, and you're even embarrassed to greet your neighbors.

So Luther often thought that everyone is human, and there should be no essential difference between nouveau riche and nouveau riche.

Especially for families like Jia's, old Joseph would buy quite a lot every year, some as gifts and some for his own use.

As for the price, a Hermès suitcase costs around $160, which is roughly equivalent to two months' salary for an average worker.

In those days, even a Ford Model T cost only around $300, so it's clear that this thing wasn't cheap.

The suitcase wasn't big; it contained some thick books and a few pieces of clothing. Jia had her own dormitory at school, so she didn't need to bring too much stuff.

Luther stood up and took the box from her hand. Jia hesitated slightly; she didn't want anyone's help so she wouldn't owe anyone anything.

But seeing Luther's sincere expression, she hesitated for a moment before letting go.

"Let's go."

The two walked down a corridor lined with ornaments and clippings from newspapers, all featuring recent news stories, such as Lindbergh's successful transatlantic flight from New York to Paris in a single-engine plane, reports of the Mississippi River floods, and others, including pictures of two poor souls who had been sentenced.

In short, this felt to Luther like a "news wall".

Luther couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, and Jia smiled and said, "Father tests us at dinner, asking random questions. If you can't answer them, you're in big trouble."

Gia didn't say much, just smiled and walked away, leaving Luther standing there in a daze.

I have to admit, the Kennedy family's "News Broadcast" is really good; no wonder Gia reads the newspaper while eating breakfast.

In the courtyard, the servants had already washed and oiled the car, polishing it inside and out until it gleamed.

The morning sunlight shone on the car, and the chrome grille reflected a dazzling luster.

Gia's car is a Chevrolet AA Capitol, with a dark blue body, a black soft top, and rounded lines, exuding a retro aesthetic unique to the 1920s.

This car costs around $450, has a 2.8L engine, and boasts an astonishing 26 horsepower, which is truly both laughable and pathetic.

At this moment, the butler Benson stepped forward with a slight smile, his bow tie neatly tied, and his black tailcoat impeccably tailored.

"Mr. Luther, Ms. Gia, where are you going? I'll have the driver take you..."

Jia waved her hand and opened the car door: "Thanks, Benson, but we just want to be alone for a while."

Benson understood, nodded politely, asked no further questions, and turned to retreat back into the shadows of the porch.

He was the kind of butler who knew exactly when to appear and when to disappear, and he had an excellent sense of propriety.

Gia naturally sat in the passenger seat, leaving the driver's seat to Luther.

Luther glanced at it and, to be honest, was a little disgusted. Driving this thing was worse than driving a three-wheeled motorcycle.

This is understandable, given that the 1920s were the most vibrant period for American car culture, with over two hundred car brands across the country.

Duesenberg, Packard, Stipunk, Hudson, Nash, they're everywhere...

Even compared to China's new energy vehicles today, they are in no way inferior, with various brands piled up, creating a chaotic mess.

In contrast, Joseph and his wife's car was much more luxurious.

Joseph's car is a Pierce-Arrow, similar in status to a Rolls-Royce in the United States. It has a twelve-cylinder engine, is entirely handcrafted, and is extremely luxurious.

Mrs. Rose's car is a Cadillac 314 series, priced at $18000, which alone tells you it's equally luxurious.

Eighteen thousand US dollars.

What does this mean?

In the United States in 1927, an average worker earned about $800 or $900 a year, while a university professor earned about $3,000 a year.

$18,000 is equivalent to twenty years' salary for an average person.

In other words, the car Mrs. Rose drove was equivalent to the labor output of an average American worker for twenty years.

And this is just one of her many cars.

Besides, the Kennedy family also has quite a few cars, although not as luxurious as the old couple's, they are still quite good, except that Gia's car is a bit shabby.

This is enough to show that old Joseph's attitude towards his children was somewhat biased.

The two quickly got into the car. Luther adjusted his posture, while Gia sat quietly.

Today she changed into a trendy long dress, with a light blue background and small white flowers printed on it. The hem of the dress reached her calves, revealing a section of her slender ankles.

The June sunlight streamed in through the car window, falling on her profile and hair, giving off a faint scent of soap.

As an experienced driver, Luther fiddled with the car for a bit and started it smoothly.

It's not far from Wellesley town, about 16 kilometers by car, which takes about 30 to 40 minutes.

Soon the car was on the road, and the two walked along the streets of Brookline, with tall elm trees on both sides, their canopies intertwining overhead to form a green tunnel.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

The mansions along the street are more and more magnificent than the last, some with towers, some with porches, and some with tennis courts and swimming pools in their courtyards.

This was the territory of the Boston Brahmins, where generations of wealth and sins were solidified in these stones and walls.

Jia leaned back in her seat, enjoying the sunshine and breeze. She didn't speak; the only sounds were the roar of the engine and the rustling of the tires on the road.

As they approached Wellesley, Gia paused, looking at Luther with her light brown eyes and saying:

"Thank you for bringing me here, Mr. Luther."

"You're welcome."

Jia pointed out the way, and the car turned onto a pedestrian path, soon arriving at the school gate.

To Luther's surprise, the legendary Seven Sisters College was not luxurious at all, and was far inferior to the universities that later became popular in China.

But one thing pleased him: there were just too many beautiful girls here.

How to describe it?

It felt like entering a land of women.

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