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

"What is it?"

Luther turned around and found the black man, clutching his bleeding head, standing right in front of him.

He looked at Luther, hesitant to extend his hand, but repeatedly expressed his gratitude: "Sir! Thank you so much! I don't know how to thank you enough!"

"No need, it's just a small favor."

Although Luther had a white face, he had the demeanor of an Easterner and possessed a certain chivalrous spirit reminiscent of the people of Yan and Zhao.

"My name is William Robinson, and I own a cleaning company here."

Regardless of Luther's wishes, this guy named William came up and introduced himself very enthusiastically.

"Although I am Black, I have always worked hard to earn money to support my family, hoping to be accepted by everyone. But as you can see, the process is not smooth, and I am always targeted."

As William spoke, a bitter glint flashed in his eyes. He glanced at Luther, his lips moving slightly as if he were hesitating about something.

Luther could see the other person's predicament, but there was nothing he could do to help.

This is 1927, not 2026. There's no political correctness here; all discrimination is out in the open.

Here, the hierarchy is strict, and there is a clear distinction between black and white people. It's strange in itself that a black person and a white person are chatting together.

After a slight hesitation, William decided to be brave and mustered his strength to say:

"Um... Mr. Luther, I know this is presumptuous, but I would like to express my gratitude to you. How about we have a meal together, if you don't mind?"

He paused, then, fearing the other person might genuinely find it offensive, said, "Of course, if it's inconvenient for you, I completely understand, I really do."

Luther nodded, suddenly feeling that this guy was actually a bit pitiful.

If this happened in later generations, wouldn't they be so angry that they'd rise up and do something like a free shopping spree for a few days?

He looked at William, a tall man of 1.8 meters, wearing a clean and tidy shirt, with his hair meticulously styled. He seemed to be doing well in the black community, otherwise he wouldn't be able to start a company.

"No need for a meal," Luther said.

William's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he quickly forced a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, I understand."

"But I'm a little curious, what kind of cleaning company do you run?"

Upon hearing this, William paused for a moment, then his eyes brightened again.

"It's just house cleaning!" He spoke noticeably faster. "Like carpet cleaning, floor waxing, window wiping, deep cleaning of the kitchen and bathroom, basically I do everything. I'm very skilled, and my clients are very satisfied, as long as they give me a chance..."

Luther nodded: "It seems you know Boston very well."

"Yes, Mr. Luther, this job requires us to be familiar with the streets and community here."

"Then can you tell me where I can find a reliable antique shop?"

"Antique shop?"

"It's a shop that specializes in buying antiques and offers fair prices."

"Mr. Luther, you've come to the right person. You've really made the right choice coming to me."

After saying that, William didn't stop there. He immediately found paper and pen and wrote down an address. Luther didn't recognize the place either and had to find it himself, but he still expressed his gratitude for William's kindness.

"Thanks." He waved and climbed into the car.

"Sir, I should be thanking you. If I had fought back today, my company would have been smashed up tomorrow. Maybe it wouldn't be me who got beaten to death, but my wife, my children, who knows? In this country, it's already hard enough for us Black people to just survive."

William was very talkative, but Luther did not intend to stay long. He exchanged his contact information with William and soon drove away.

As we mentioned before, Luther was not content to be a live-in son-in-law. Even if he was just going to live a life of leisure, he still wanted to earn his own living.

Currently, besides receiving a special allowance of $320 per month, he has almost no other income while living with the Kennedys.

This amount of money is more than that of an average wage earner or even a middle-class person, but it is far from enough to reach Luther's goal.

In a place like America, to realize one's ideals, to become a shadow of empire, a peacemaker, or a top lecturer, all require spending money, a lot of money.

It requires considerable strength to support it, and all of this requires Luther to have his own business, or even his own power base.

In light of this, Luther actually had his own plan before coming to the United States, and that plan was none other than the antique trade.

You should know that his ancestors were part of the Holy Roman Empire's postal system, and were even hereditary princes.

With their extensive network of connections and resources from the old aristocracy, once they establish a channel for antiques between Europe and America, wouldn't the lucrative profits flow right into their pockets?

Although there have been people in the antique business for a long time, those were second- or third-rate New York businessmen, how could they compare to themselves?

Most of these people came from humble backgrounds and had never seen many antiques in their lives, so their professional skills were far inferior.

This is like how Puyi never studied antiques in his entire life, yet he was more knowledgeable than most antique experts.

After all, he grew up surrounded by these things, which is similar to Luther in that respect.

In addition, given Luther's status as an old nobleman, he was perfectly suited to doing this kind of business.

After thinking for a moment, he drove his wife's car leisurely towards downtown Boston.

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

Meanwhile, at Wellesley College.

Jia had settled in. She first tidied her clothes, then took out her books and began to study and take notes.

The wedding that had just ended didn't stir much emotion in her mind; compared to that, the task at hand was more important.

A moment later, a series of hurried footsteps sounded. Jia looked up and saw a Chinese man slip in.

She was probably in her early twenties, with long hair and a rather cute appearance. She wasn't as stunning as Jia, but she had her own unique charm.

This was none other than Xie Wanying.

Many people may not be familiar with this name, but she also has a pen name that everyone knows: Bing Xin.

As a junior of Chiang Kai-shek's wife, Xie Wanying also came to Wellesley, majoring in foreign literature.

Both of them were outsiders ostracized by the WASP, but by a twist of fate, she ended up getting along quite well with Jia, and the two were friends.

Upon seeing Jia, she couldn't help but ask with concern:

"Jia, I heard you went back to get married?"

Jia nodded, not denying it. Her marriage had caused quite a stir, and everyone in Boston knew about it.

However, in the eyes of the old wasps, this wedding was a complete farce and far from their father's goal.

Let alone squeezing into the WASP circle, it would be good enough if you could avoid being ostracized.

However, Xie Wanying didn't care about any of that and immediately started gossiping.

"Let me guess, let me guess, I think he must be very tall, right?"

"More or less."

Jia continued flipping through the book, Luther's image appearing in her mind.

"He also has blond hair, blue eyes, and loves to smile at girls, right?"

"More or less."

"He's a nice person, always willing to help others?"

"More or less."

"Wait!" Jia put down her book and looked at her female classmate with curiosity. "Wanying, why are you suddenly asking that?"

Xie Wanying covered her mouth and smiled.

"Because I've already seen him. He was driving your car and even treated Margaret and the others to coffee."

Jia frowned: "Them?"