After the autumn wood

Having traveled to America in the year 1862, this was the beginning of a dream, the finest of times.
What constitutes a true master of success?
Having some notable descendants hardly counts for anything.
To build an Oil Empire alongside Rockefeller
To place Carnegie on the throne of the steel magnate
To help Ford propel the industrialization of automobiles worldwide
To lead Edison to monopolize the future of the electrical industry
To be an Angel Investor for Morgan's capital
Hear this, applause!

American success master

Zhu Wencong, with Feiya in his arms, strolled through the garden, having already moved from the Winter Palace to the Summer Palace without any plans to find a house elsewhere to live.


Firstly, because Alexander II often came over for casual chats in the evening, and Zhu Wencong, who also enjoyed talking and boasting, soon became close friends despite their age difference.


Secondly, Zhu Wencong was to assist Alexander III, who was actually very capable, but seemed somewhat inferior compared to his father.


Thirdly, there was the issue of safety—if one could be assassinated while living here, Tsarist Russia might as well announce its collapse!


"I'm exhausted! Let's take a break!" Zhu Wencong, holding Feiya, sat down; this girl only cared about drinking without considering the consequences.


"What? Still have something you want to say to me? Could it be that you feel a bit reluctant because I'm going to Moscow?" Luo Xueqing asked with a giggle.


Mission 808