Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 114: Little People
The subtitle of this chapter: Big guys set the stage, and the “little” guys perform.
OHIO comes from the Iroquois language, which means big river. Ohio is named after the largest tributary of the Mississippi River. It is located in the east-central United States and is part of the Great Lakes region. It is also the starting point and initial achievement of the United States' westward movement.
Ohio is a land of abundance even in the United States, the chosen country of God. In the 19th century, the state ranked first in agricultural production all year round. After entering the 20th century, it was not bad either, with the production of corn, oats and hay all ranking among the best. It can also provide a large amount of fruits, feed, vegetables, livestock and poultry to the northeastern market of the United States.
This region is rich in underground minerals and has unique water resources, so it is also a major manufacturing state in the United States, and the output of almost all industrial products ranks among the top in the country.
Such an important region naturally often produces important figures. In history, it has produced seven American presidents. The president of the United States in 1921 was also from Ohio, and this time he will bring his "Ohio Gang" to the White House.
On the evening of November 2, Mr. Warren Harding, the 29th president in the history of our great United States, was still in his hometown, the small town of Marion in central Ohio.
This town is really small, with only about 10,000 or 20,000 people living there. But during this period, it became the location of the Republican campaign headquarters. Well, Mr. Harding hardly left his hometown during the campaign.
As for the reason, let's listen to the wise words of his fellow senator Boies Penrose: "Don't let Warren leave his hometown. If he goes to various places to campaign, people will definitely ask him questions, and Warren is just a coward who will be exposed as soon as he opens his mouth."
So he and his running mate won the presidential election by relying on the "porch campaign", and also gave our Master Yuan an opportunity to make big news.
"Good evening, Mr. Coolidge."
"Congratulations, Mr. Vice President!"
A middle-aged gentleman with a high forehead, deep eye sockets, a big nose, thin lips and a somewhat cold expression nodded to the staff who greeted him. He was John Calvin Coolidge, the Republican vice presidential nominee.
He looked at the jubilant Republican comrades in the yard and said seriously: "Gentlemen, it is too early to call me vice president now. The voting has not yet ended."
Someone said, "Vice President Coolidge, it's not too late now. According to exit polls from all over the country, we will definitely win this time!"
He raised the newspaper in his hand and said with a smile: "There is a Chinese in New York who has bet hundreds of thousands of dollars on our Republican Party, betting that we will win 250 electoral votes!"
Chinese, hundreds of thousands of dollars, 250 votes.
The combination of these three things surprised the stern gentleman known as "Silent Calvin". He took the newspaper and glanced at it curiously.
Oh, this Chinese guy is a PhD student at NYU. I’d like to ask James Conant about this if I get a chance.
He tucked the unfinished newspaper under his arm, looked around again and asked, "Why are you all outside? Where is Mr. Harding?"
Everyone present immediately showed embarrassed expressions.
One of them coughed and said, "Mr. Coolidge, Mr. Harding is in the room, and so is Mrs. Harding."
In fact, there was no need for him to emphasize his tone, as Coolidge understood what he meant. He sighed in his heart, nodded to everyone, and walked towards the imposing house.
As soon as he opened the door, he could faintly hear a man and a woman arguing.
Mr. Coolidge sighed inwardly again, hesitated for a moment, and walked into the house. He immediately heard the couple swearing at each other... well, talking.
A male voice from the room upstairs shouted, "Damn it, you're about to become the new hostess of the White House, what else do you have to complain about?!"
The female voice said angrily: "What new hostess of the White House? Take your blonde cousin and your bastard to Washington to take office!"
The man cried out in frustration: "Oh God, why did I marry you? My father advised me many times, why didn't I listen?"
The woman immediately retorted in a sharp tone: "Yes, why didn't you listen to your father's advice and marry me? It was for my father's money!"
The man was silent for a moment before he angrily said, "You are really unreasonable!"
The woman snorted coldly, "You are the unreasonable one, Mr. President."
"Florence, get out of here."
"Warren, you can't leave!"
"I'm leaving! Leave you, bitch, and get out of this damn house!"
"If you leave, I will kill you, you ungrateful man!"
Crash... Kuangqie... Gulp... Boom…
Listening to the noise upstairs, Mr. Coolidge, who was always very serious, also showed a very helpless expression, sighed deeply, raised his hand and patted his forehead.
He hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around and walked out of the door to the porch, found a chair to sit down, and read the newspaper under the light. Just when he had almost finished reading the entire newspaper, he heard the sound of the door opening.
"John, why are you here?"
Although he is old and his face and body look a little bloated, it is still obvious that the person speaking must have been extremely handsome when he was young.
Someone once said that he was "tall and well-proportioned; his handsome face had the temperament and appearance of an admired actor; his thick black eyebrows, thick lips, and beautiful head looked like a carefully carved Roman head."
This man is naturally what Mr. Baker calls "a pretty-faced, sweet-talking loser."
"Warren, are you...uh, are you okay."
"Hehe, I'm fine." The tall man with a few scratches on his face laughed dryly and changed the subject : "By the way, what are you looking at?"
"An interesting report." Mr. Coolidge pretended not to notice his partner's embarrassment and handed over the newspaper.
Mr. Harding took it and looked at it: "Young Chinese tycoons are betting big on the presidential election..."
He whistled frivolously and said, "Listen, I want to meet this chink..."
Coolidge coughed dryly and said, "Warren, I want to talk to you about the appointment of the director of the National Bureau of Economic Research."
Mr. Harding put down the newspaper and asked doubtfully, "Director of the National Bureau of Economic Research? Wasn't that decided long ago?"
The future U.S. Vice President said unhappily, “But Mr. John Commons is too pro-labor.”
The president-elect waved his hand and said, "It's OK. He is from Ohio after all."
"John, don't mention this now. Let's go have a drink together and celebrate our victory!"
Almost at the same time, in a ward of the First People's Hospital of New York City.
"Sir, it's time to take your medicine. Are you feeling better today?"
"Yes, Miss Nurse. My ribs still hurt a little, and it itches a little."
"This means your injury is getting better. It will heal in a week or two. But you have to be careful not to do any strenuous movements."
"I understand. Thank you."
"Okay, here's today's newspaper."
“Thank you… ah!”
"What's the matter with you, sir?"
"Sir, please don't get up!"
"Sir, you can't leave!"
"Sir... someone come quickly!"
"Get out of here! I'm a police officer. I'm in a hurry. Don't stop me!"
