America 1919

Joe said there was no problem at all.

After glancing over his belongings and seeing nothing left behind, Harry Sinclair descended the stairs, checked out of the Ritz Hotel, and headed for the train station.

"Excuse me!"

When Harry Sinclair got off, someone accidentally bumped into him and then politely apologized.

With some irritation, Harry Sinclair brushed off his clothes and walked straight toward the ticket counter.

Now, Harry Sinclair swore that no matter what happened, in the future he would always bring his men with him when going out, because going out alone was just too inconvenient!

If it weren't because New York wasn't his turf, and his people who were in New York were still busy preparing for tomorrow's business, he would have definitely brought some people with him.

It was no use talking about it now; Harry Sinclair had arrived at the ticket counter.

"One first-class ticket to New York!"

As he spoke, Harry Sinclair began to reach for his wallet in his pocket.

"Hello, one first-class ticket to New York will be 10 US Dollars!" The ticket clerk took out a ticket.

"Where's my wallet?"

At that moment, Harry Sinclair's face changed color as he searched all his pockets, top to bottom, but still couldn't find his wallet.

All his cash was in there!

"Do you have any money or not?"

The ticket clerk, seeing Harry Sinclair's actions, asked with some dissatisfaction.

Harry Sinclair had already started to sweat, and it was the kind of sweating buckets...

"Umm, I'm the boss of Sinclair Oil Company, my wallet has been stolen, could you please just give me a ticket, and when I get to New York, I will have someone send you double the ticket's price!"

Harry Sinclair swore that he had never been so embarrassed.

"Ha, I'm the President of the United States. Why don't you give me a hundred US Dollars now, and when I get back to Washington, I'll immediately appoint you as Minister of the Interior?" The ticket clerk withdrew the ticket and looked at Harry Sinclair mockingly.

"I really am the boss of Sinclair Oil Company!" At that point, Harry Sinclair was almost in tears!

"I really am the President of the United States!" The ticket clerk dismissed him impatiently, "Get lost quickly, or I'll call someone!"

Harry Sinclair, seeing the security staff approaching, hurriedly left the place.

Sitting on a bench by the road, Harry Sinclair felt like crying. He had never been so humiliated in his life.

"Atlantic City, fuck you!"

Harry Sinclair roared at the sky.

To the passersby, this behavior seemed like just another man who had lost everything in Atlantic City.

After venting his emotions, the problem at hand still needed to be resolved!

Harry Sinclair had no friends in Atlantic City; the acquaintance he had, Nucky, was someone he had met through his connections in New York.

Now that Nucky had left Atlantic City, he had no idea who to turn to for help.

After some thought, Harry Sinclair decided to head back to the Ritz Hotel. Even though Nucky wasn't in Atlantic City, his men were still there. Although asking for a loan was quite embarrassing, he didn't have a single cent in his pocket; he couldn't even afford to make a phone call.

"I hate Atlantic City!"

Harry Sinclair muttered angrily as he walked.

When he arrived at the Ritz Hotel, intending to see Nucky's man Joe, the receptionist delivered a crushing blow.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Joe just left with Mr. John Block, and we can't find him either!"

Stunned, Harry Sinclair's face turned red as he said to the receptionist, "Hello, I am Harry Sinclair, who was staying in room 404. My wallet has been stolen, and I need to return to New York. Could you lend me 20 US Dollars? Once I get to New York, I'll have someone send the money to you right away!"

The receptionist said with a smile, "I'm sorry, sir, there's nothing we can do about that!"

Harry Sinclair's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he said, "I'm a friend of Nucky's, why don't you contact him now? He will vouch for me!"

The receptionist's smile remained, "I'm sorry, sir, we can't reach Mr. Nucky!"

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Donnie arrived at Block Tavern at 11 a.m. When he saw Harry Sinclair in the lounge, still with a swollen face, he was momentarily taken aback.

"Mr. Sinclair, is there anything else you need?"

Donnie asked, somewhat impatiently.

Harry Sinclair stood there, his feet digging into the ground, and finally said awkwardly, "Lend me 100 US Dollars!"

Donnie was stunned; a multimillionaire was asking him for a loan of 100 US Dollars, which was as strange as someone else asking to borrow 1,000 yuan from him. Was this some kind of modern scam, similar to those in later times, like 'I am Emperor Qin Shi Huang, I haven't died, send me a thousand yuan and when I open my tomb, I'll give you a billion'?

Seeing that Donnie didn't respond, Harry Sinclair grew even more embarrassed, and even a bit angrily said, "Donnie, didn't you say Atlantic City has the best security in the whole United States?

Then why, in just two days of being here, have I either been beaten up or had my money stolen?"

Donnie was flustered by Harry Sinclair's attitude and cautiously asked, "Your money was stolen?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I came to you?" Harry Sinclair was at his wit's end. He had to return to New York today, otherwise tomorrow's matters would be trouble.

Donnie couldn't help but laugh out loud; he knew about Harry Sinclair's circumstances. Regarding such a situation, Donnie refrained from mocking, mainly because it wasn't very interesting.

Then Donnie took out a hundred US Dollars and handed it to Harry Sinclair, saying, "Overall, Atlantic City is still quite safe!"

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Harry Sinclair let out a complex chuckle, took the bills without saying a word, and left the place.

When he finally boarded the train, he spontaneously shouted, "I hate Atlantic City!"