While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

Tom was stopped by security guards as soon as he entered the No. 1 office building.

There are only two companies in the office building, both owned by the same person, so the control over people coming and going is much stricter.

If Tom hadn't had William's business card, he would have been kicked out immediately.

The receptionist in the lobby said she needed to make a phone call to inquire about the situation.

Tom sat in the hall, waiting for a reply.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Tom noticed something was wrong.

The other party felt that Tom was William's "pawn" and was trying to intimidate Tom.

Tom thought to himself:

Haha, you dare to give me attitude.

Tom took off his trench coat, revealing his Thompson submachine gun and M1911 pistol.

People passing through the hall looked at Tom with a changed gaze, their eyes filled with undisguised fear, and they quickened their pace to cross the hall.

A few minutes later, Tom started to strike up a conversation with the receptionist.

In 1941, the aesthetic standards of the United States were still very high and top-notch.

The receptionist was a stunning woman with big, wavy hair, and the security guard was a strong but not fat young white man—they were infinitely more pleasing to the eye than in my previous life.

Tom got goosebumps when he thought of his American employees from his previous life.

The receptionist, described as a colorful, biologically male but psychologically undefined woman with chest hair longer than her head, is described as a "Miss" (a term of endearment for a young woman).

A security guard with a mohawk hairstyle, female biological sex, muscles built up from veterinary hormone injections, and a pointed head.

Tom is a dutiful husband and would never do anything to betray Denise.

The flirting was merely a means to stand in the spotlight and better showcase the "weapons."

Tom chatted with the receptionist, making her laugh and joking around, while glancing at his phone every now and then.

A few minutes later, the phone rang.

Tom understood that the person in question was getting anxious.

Vanderbilt Engineering and Real Estate were both respectable companies;

Tom's act of openly displaying his gun was undignified.

In America, if an unseemly person is in the lobby of a respectable company, other respectable companies will definitely laugh at it.

For an ordinary person, a respectable company could contact other mafia members and secretly eliminate the dishonest individuals.

But Tom is different. In the entire New York underworld, who would dare to take this job?

The receptionist picked up the phone, nodded, and replied:

"Hmm~"

"Okay~"

"Okay, I understand, Mr. Adam."

Tom could tell that "Mr. Adam's" tone was gentle, and most likely mixed with romantic feelings.

The receptionist partially covered the phone receiver and said to Tom:

"Mr. Tom, Mr. Adam would like to invite you upstairs; he is waiting for you in his office."

Tom shook his head and deliberately raised his voice, saying:

"Miss, tell your boss that we're not discussing business today."

"I didn't bring a lawyer, so there's no point in talking."

"Let's talk business another day, after I've contacted my legal team."

Just as he was about to hang up, Tom continued in a louder voice:

"Miss, let's not talk about such boring topics. Business is not as important as you."

"How about we chat? Do you have time to have dinner together tonight?"

On the other end of the phone, in the general manager's office, Adam Vanderbilt hung up and yelled:

"A peasant is a peasant!"

"They don't even know how to put their guns away!"

"She even tried to seduce my receptionist!"

Adam grew angrier the more he thought about it. Even though he hadn't gotten his hands on her yet, he already considered the receptionist his personal property.

Adam continued cursing:

"A legal team?"

"Someone who was a complete loser just a few days ago, where did he get a lawyer from!"

"It's just..."

Suddenly, the anger in Adam's eyes disappeared.

The "legal team" Tom mentioned was clearly a group of hired guns.

If Tom really brought a group of gunmen to discuss business, it would definitely cause a public uproar.

If the deal goes through, even if it's a normal business deal, the story of being manipulated by the Mafia will spread throughout the United States.

If the negotiations fail and Tom turns hostile, will he be able to save his own life?

Even if they survive, the rumors and gossip outside will only intensify.

There were even rumors that he saved his life by selling his genitals to Tom.

Moreover, it was sold to the entire "secretary team" and "legal team".

Regardless of the outcome, all of America's celebrities and elites will laugh at them.

The family's rivals will certainly take this opportunity to attack.

He will also have no chance of becoming the next head of the family.

Adam realized—Tom was forcing him to go downstairs and ask for help himself.

Adam continued cursing:

"A bumpkin is a bumpkin, a barbarian who only knows how to threaten with force!"

He kept cursing, but his legs honestly led him toward the elevator.

Inside the lobby, Tom struck up a conversation with the young lady.

Tom's conversation was very simple; he just asked the girl what kind of food she liked to eat, what kind of books she liked to read, and what color clothes she liked to wear.

Tom casually remarked, "It's such a coincidence that we like the same kind of pen; it must be God's arrangement," and the young woman could smile like an idiot for over ten seconds.

Tom just didn't understand, was it really that hard to strike up a conversation with a girl?

This level of difficulty has remained constant for so many years, from 1941 to 2020.

In the past 79 years, have you ever thought about whether you haven't tried hard enough to improve your flirting skills?

Don't talk nonsense with your eyes wide open; girls are generally easy to talk to.

"Beep~"

The elevator doors opened, and Adam Vanderbilt stepped out.

Tom recognized Adam at a glance:

A private elevator, and a suit more expensive than Tom's clothes.

And most importantly—the arrogant, disdainful attitude.

Tom pinched the receptionist's chin with his index finger and thumb and said:

"Miss, has anyone ever complimented you? Your face is so symmetrical."

One awkward compliment from Tom made the two men blush.

The receptionist blushed, and Adam blushed even more.

Adam walked up to Tom and said condescendingly:

"Mr. Tom, please stop harassing our employees."

"I didn't have time before, but I do now."

"Come on, let's go upstairs and talk business!"

Tom laughed and retorted directly:

"Don't spread rumors. I didn't harass any of your company's employees."

"If you don't believe me, ask her. Did I flirt with her?"

"At most, it's just a young man flirting with a beautiful woman."

Upon hearing the word "beautiful woman," the receptionist blushed even more and nodded in agreement with Tom's words.

Immediately, envy, jealousy, and hatred surged into Adam's heart, and his face turned red, then blue, then purple.

But Tom wasn't going to let him off the hook. "You think it's that simple after making me wait so long?"

Continuing his aggressive approach, he said:

"As for doing business?"

"You have time, but I don't."

"You go back and wait here. I have important business to attend to."

After Tom finished speaking, he waved his hand as if shooing away flies.

Then Tom went back to his previous behavior and awkwardly chatted with the receptionist.

Adam was left there, unable to move forward or backward.