The janitor of the hotel where Nikola Tesla stayed was amused by us. When the black man heard that we were asking for money from Nikola Tesla, the guy smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth, revealing his snow-white teeth.

"Sir, you are really good at joking. If the old man Nikola owes money from the people who bought bread on this street, I believe it. I don't believe it if he owes you money to death." The black man pointed to our clothes and made a funny expression.

"Who said that old man Nichola can't owe us money? Let me tell you, that old man has lost his life to us." Gans began to tease the janitor.

"Sir, we know that you are definitely not ordinary people. You can understand by looking at your outfits. I used to be a waiter in a big hotel. Just the clothes on your body and a top are enough for us to spend half a year. What's wrong with you looking for that old man?" The black man looked at me and said seriously.

"It's true that something is wrong, but it's just a good thing." I smiled, then took out a stack of money from my wallet and placed it in front of the black man.

"This is..." The black man was stunned when he looked at the stack of money.

"Didn't you say Nikola owes you rent? You'll just treat this as paying the rent for him." I pointed to the money.

"But sir, I can't use so much at all." The black man was dumbfounded.

"The rest is for you. Please tell us about Nicholas' whereabouts. We are his old friends and have not met for a long time." I said earnestly.

The black man received the money and nodded, "Sir, you are not the first people to come to Nicholas."

"Why, is there anyone else looking for him besides us?" The black man's words made me open my eyes.

Although Nikola Tesla is a genius, this guy is not very famous. How could someone look for him? What kind of person is he looking for him?

The black man shrugged: "Of course. This year, from the beginning of the year to now, plus you, there are already five groups."

"So many people? Do you know who is looking for him?" I said in surprise.

"I don't know exactly who it is. I'm just an ordinary person. But I think those people are not simple in their identities. They are all rich people. There are also policemen among them." The black man spread his hands.

"That Nichola wasn't taken away by them?" Gans asked.

"Take it away?" The black man laughed: "They couldn't see Nicholas at all. How could they take him away?"

"What does it mean?" I was a little confused by this black man.

"Dear sirs, those people came to look for Nicholas, and I was sent to me. I knew at a glance that those people were not good people. How could they lead him to see Nicholas?" The black man raised his eyebrows proudly.

"But how do you know that we are good people?" I smiled.

The black man stood up, walked up to us, and said, "Attitude and temperament. This is the most important thing. Those people came to Nikola before, and they were very arrogant. They were completely arrogant. A few people even beat me up. Compared with them, you are not only polite, but you also heard that Nikola took the initiative to pay him the rent after owing rent. This is enough to show that you are not bad people anymore. This is my touchstone. Anyone who comes to Nikola can basically find out the details of the other party through this trick."

I was stunned by the words of this black man who was not astonishingly handsome. I didn't expect that he had such meticulous thoughts.

"So, as you say, Nicholas doesn't owe you rent, and he doesn't live here at all?" Gans asked.

The black man giggled: "Of course, how could he live in this place? Tell you. This little hotel is his."

"Then can you take us to see him?" I asked.

The black man looked at me, nodded, and waved, "Follow me."

Our group of people followed the black man and left the hotel and walked along a winding alley. The further they walked, the more forks there were. There were forks everywhere in this slum area, and alleys everywhere. If someone hadn't taken you, you would have lost your way.

We followed the black man, walked through piles of garbage, and didn't know how many turns we turned. In the process, the black man nagged and told the relationship between him and Nikola Tesla.

It turns out that the relationship between this black man and Nichola is very unusual. When Nichola was an engineer in New York, one winter night, he found a black child abandoned in the corner. Nichola adopted the child and raised him. From then on, the child followed Nichola Tesla and the two depended on each other.

Nikola Tesla is a man with a weird temper and full of enthusiasm for work. However, he is extremely disgusted with what happened before by men and women. The reason for his disgust is not that there is a problem with his sexual orientation, but that he thinks that women will delay his work and research, so this guy never married in his life.

And for so many years, Nichola has been taken care of by this black man after his birth. The two are like father and son. Whether Nichola Tesla is a rich man or a pauper, this black man will never leave him.

The story told by black people deeply shocked us. In such an era of material desires, there is very few such true feelings between people.

We followed the black man in the alley, and I don’t know how many forks we passed. Until we were all dizzy, the black man stopped at the door of a building.

"Robin, Nicholas won't live here, right?" Gans called out to a church standing in front of us.

In front of us is a tall and decaying church. From the appearance of this church, this building must have a history of many years. Such a large church is submerged in a slum, which shows that the church is old and also shows us the changes in the world.

"It's here. You won't think of it." Robin laughed loudly, then walked up the church steps and knocked hard on the door.

After knocking for a while, a small window on the church door was opened, revealing an old and fat face.

"Robin, what's the matter?" the old man asked.

"Father, I'll come to find dad." Robin smiled.

"Who are those people behind you?" the old man looked at us and asked.

His words indicate that he is not Nikola Tesla himself.

"These people are all here to find dad. Don't worry, they are not bad guys. They said there are important things to discuss with dad." Robin shrugged.

The priest thought for a moment, nodded, and then shrank his head back.

The iron door of the heavy church was then opened, and we were mermaids in a row

"This church is so beautiful!" After we walked in, we were all attracted by the scene in front of us.

The space inside the church is very huge, and it is luxurious Baroque, gorgeous and decadent. There are vivid religious murals painted on the windows, and a tall cross is erected on the front of the church.

But the hall of the church is very strange. What we see is not the benches of the land used for worshippers who are usually visited in the church, but huge machines. I have never seen the appearance of these machines before. Some are so tall that they almost reach the ceiling of the church. Some are very small, and the machines are connected by countless wires, with lights of different colors flashing on them. The entire hall is full of such machines, and it is impossible to see at a glance.

I have seen countless churches, but I have never talked about churches filled with machines in the hall. This combination is really postmodern.

Our group of people looked at these machines, and each of us looked surprised.

"This is Nikola's Laboratory No. 1." The black man pointed to the machines and grimaced at me.

The godfather led the way in front, and we followed him through the hall, passed through the backyard. Then we passed through the corridor and came to a building behind the church.

Along the way, we saw many machines, whether on both sides of the corridor or on the open space in the yard, this place was simply a world of machines. Looking at these things, my admiration for Nikola Tesla suddenly arose.

How is this alone? In such a poor and destitute situation, he can still insist on research!

We walked into the building behind. As soon as we entered the room, we still saw countless machines. Then the priest walked to a huge statue of god. Turned on the switch, and the statue slowly moved away, revealing a dark room behind. When we walked into this dark room, we realized that this was a huge basement.

This place is different from outside. There are machines outside, but there are bookshelves here, full of books, and sketches and various drawings are scattered everywhere.

We walked all the way and then came to a huge desk. Behind the desk, an old man in a wide pajama was sitting on the table with his brows frowning and writing quickly.

There is no doubt that this person is the famous Nikola Tesla.

I stood not far away and began to look at him carefully.

His hair was already white, and he looked over seventy years old. Compared with Edison, he was taller and thin. His long face, his hair was combed back, revealing his smooth forehead and a beautiful mustache. Such a beard, he knew it was something Eastern Europeans like to keep. His eyes were deep, but his eyes were filled with wise light.

The pajamas I was wearing were washed white and there were even a few patches on it. I held a pen in my hand and wrote something on the paper. I felt that after we came in, we didn't even raise our heads.

"Is there anything to ask me?" he asked while writing.

"Dad, someone is coming to find you." Robin whispered.

"Look for me? Didn't I tell you that I don't see anyone!" The old man became a little annoyed and still didn't raise his head.

"But Dad, these gentlemen are very different from those who looked for you before. They are good people." Robin continued.

"Good man? What good man is there in this world? Robin, I tell you, everyone is the same." The old man finally raised his head when he said this.

His eyes focused on us, and then stopped on Coolidge and me.

"Isn't this President Coolidge? And this famous Mr. Corleon, what wind has blown you over?" Nicholas looked at us with a smile on his face.

His smile was not a welcome smile, but more like irony.

"Mr. Tesla, we are here to visit you." I replied respectfully.

"Visit me? Haha, what's the point of visiting an old man like me? Mr. Corleon, I'm not interested in movies, you see. I still have to work now, Robin, send Mr. Corleon and the others out for me." Nicholas pointed to the door.

Robin was stunned, then turned around and made a gesture to me.

The old man's move made us all stunned.

In the United States, no one has ever issued an order to expel me. Not to mention the so-called local social elites, even if I go to see Roosevelt, he has to be polite to me.

This old man was able to give us an order to expel guests when he knew my identity. It was really amazing!

"Mr. Tesla, no one in the United States treats our boss like this." Gans didn't care how awesome Nikola Tesla was. In fact, he had never heard of the name of this person. Even if he heard that Gans would definitely explode when he saw someone treat me like this. If it were normal, Gans would have started to yell a long time ago, but today he saw that I respected this old man very much, so he temporarily suppressed it.

"I don't know any American celebrities. I just want to do my research now, so gentlemen. Sorry." Tesla shrugged, then lowered his head to continue his research.

"Forget it, Gans, since Mr. Tesla doesn't welcome us, let's go. Oh, it's a pity. It seems that Thomas Edison has really misread the person. I can still burn that letter." I sneered and turned toward the gate.

"Stop! Mr. Corleon!" Before I could get out a few movies, Nikola Tesla yelled behind me.

This old man, I don’t believe that you can’t be cured!

I have seen many people with strange tempers. In Hollywood, whether they are directors or actors, there are more than tens of millions of people with strange characteristics and unique characteristics. I have my own experience with these people. If you want to subdue them, you must not follow them. The more you follow them, the more arrogant they will be. On the contrary, the more you ignore them, the more you look indifferent. They will come over.

For Nikola Tesla, I know more than anyone else where the old man's fatal hole is. There is only one fatal hole in his body, and that is Edison.

He fought with Edison all his life, but was hit by Edison and excluded for the rest of his life. Edison was a thorn in his heart. As long as I touched this thorn, the old man would definitely feel trembling in his heart, so naturally it would be impossible to drive me away.

"What's wrong, Mr. Tesla, you should continue your research. We won't disturb you anymore." I smiled slightly, and nodded to Gans and others.

Everyone acted like they were about to leave. Tesla was anxious now.

He didn't care about his research, and rushed up and stopped us.

"Mr. Corleon, you must explain what you just said!" Tesla stood in front of me, his eyes wide open and his face turned red. He was still blushing just now, but now Edison's name alone made him like this, and we can see how deep the entanglement between the two people is.

"Mr. Tesla, you will drive our boss away and keep our boss again. Let me tell you, you will be very disrespectful to our boss like this." Gans sneered.

"Mr. Corleon, please sit down. I was not good at it just now." The old man looked at me, with a embarrassed expression on his face, and then pointed to the big sofa in the room.
To be continued...