Chaos in New York Harbor.
Poseidon Street where animal people gather.
New York in this era was not as prosperous as imagined.
Although the main road in the city has been paved with a beautiful asphalt road.
But obviously this does not include Poseidon Street.
Walking on this cement-paved street, you rarely see humans.
There were antelopes holding bags of firewood, wild boars selling fruit on the street, and abandoned chemical barrels that no one wanted were cleaned up and turned into simple ovens.
The prairie dogs from Mexico are cooking gourmet barbecue, and their hot sauce is authentic.
Continuing walking, Poseidon Street is divided, just like a tree branching out into several branches.
In a dark corner.
It was a hound and a wolverine in jeans and overalls, with cigarettes in their mouths.
There is a beautiful girl wearing heavy makeup, wearing fishnet stockings on her legs, and posing.
Here you can even see little white rabbits wearing miniskirts and looking innocent.
Occasionally, a few humans would sneak in.
A few minutes later, the human came out with a satisfied look on his face.
In these alleys, garbage will be cleaned regularly.
But even so.
In the dark corners, there will still be a few blown transparent "balloons".
The huge polar bear moves forward, passing through downtown areas and hidden corners where darkness breeds.
In front of the sight is a large tavern.
The name of the tavern is very interesting - Luojiashan Tavern
Someone asked the boss if he had misremembered the words "Loki" and "Luojia".
Then under the boss's gaze, the wild boar said against his will that Luojia was a very beautiful name, which reminded him of the best memories of his childhood.
It sounds much better than some shit like Rocky Mountain.
"Dingling bells" there was a sound of bells.
Push open the pine wood door that is six meters high and weighs hundreds of kilograms.
What comes into view is a huge "L" shaped mahogany bar, with a warm yellow chandelier overhead, and a smooth polished solid wood floor covering the ground.
The smell of family in the air is like a warm spring breeze melting the ice and snow.
The corners of the mouth of this giant white beast, which always looked serious and unsmiling outside, turned up slightly.
Taking off the huge black coat, the polar bear skillfully put on a pair of slippers, came to the bar, and took out a bucket of cold beer from the cold air cooler behind him.
There is no refrigerator at home, and this human utensil is too small. To the polar bear, it is like a child's toy.
He is the owner of this tavern, and this tavern is also his home.
I still remember that was four years ago.
Before Bale officially took over.
It is said that this is a high-end hotel that has a history of hundreds of years and specializes in entertaining high-class people.
Bell likes this place, not because of the luxurious decoration, but because the ceiling on the first floor is eight meters high!
OMG this is awesome!
Polar bears are the largest ursids on land, with the best of them reaching over three meters.
But that's the polar bear's limit, not Bell's.
He is an astonishing five-meter-four tall and weighs more than three tons.
The huge size brings strength, but it also means that he needs more space to move.
The design of the city of New York is not friendly to large animals.
Whether it's for humans or other animals.
Bell was so big that he looked like a mythical creature straight out of legend.
What suits him should be the endless snowfields and towering mountains!
Rather than this densely populated steel forest.
There were only a few hotels in New York that could barely allow him to stretch out.
So in the fall of 1919.
Bell found the owner and expressed his willingness to buy the hotel for half a million dollars.
The boss refused.
Bell later increased it to $620,000, which was all his savings at the time.
But the boss still refused and told Bell that for less than one million US dollars, a poor guy like you should not try to win this hotel!
Then on January 17, 1920, Prohibition officially went into effect.
Two years later, Bell bought the hotel for $240,000.
Another $60,000 was spent to complete the reconstruction.
Due to business license issues, this hotel can only operate alcohol-related businesses.
In addition, there is an annual property tax of 1.8%.
The owner's initial idea was to wait out Prohibition.
As an upper-class white man, the boss, who thought he had great powers, felt that ridiculous regulations like Prohibition would not last long.
But the proof?
The boss was wrong, and so wrong!
Two years have passed, and we see that the alcohol ban has not been lifted at all, and is it even getting worse?
The previous owner of the hotel was unwilling to wait any longer.
You must know that before Prohibition, he had just evaluated the price of the hotel at between 580,000 and 600,000 US dollars.
New York has a team of professionals who evaluate housing prices.
When house prices rise.
These bastards want to come in for evaluation every three months.
And when house prices fall.
If you call to urge them, they are either busy recently, or they will definitely do it next time, damn next time!
The annual expenditure of 10,000 US dollars is nothing, and the salary paid to employees is not too high.
The key is that he can't see hope!
So the boss could only sell the house to Bell at a low price.
Later, Bell renamed the hotel Luojiashan, and the original five-story structure was changed to two floors.
I don't know what's going on in other states.
But in New York, property taxes are estimated based on market value.
After the transaction was completed, the market assessment of the house was $250,000-280,000.
Part of it was because of Prohibition.
Another part is because the prosperity of New York Harbor forced more and more animals to move to Poseidon Street.
Four years ago in New York, animals were scattered throughout the city.
Four years later in New York, more than half of the animals left the city, and the remaining few were driven to the docks.
If the time goes back four years, let alone $620,000.
Even for half a million dollars, the former owner of the hotel would not hesitate to sell the house.
Why doesn't Bell resent the cowardly behavior of Ernie the Rhino and his gang?
Because he knows he is different.
While others are still worrying about three meals a day, polar bears have already lived in a large house with a total area of 60,000 square feet.
He doesn't need to worry about financial issues.
As long as he wants, he can move to the richest affluent area in New York at any time.
But he won't do that.
As for the reason?
The cold beer, combined with the sweet and spicy dried sardines, and the stimulating bubbles made the polar bear burp loudly.
"Hiccup~~~~"
"Dong dong dong~"
There was a sound of rapid footsteps.
A little polar bear, 1.5 meters tall and wearing a gray jacket, ran toward Bell with its short furry legs and shouted happily:
"Dad, are you back?"
The thick paws pinched the little polar bear's neck and picked him up.
Bell's huge head cradled the little polar bear's head affectionately.
The heartwarming picture is hard to believe.
He is the cunning and cold polar bear outside. At this moment, Bell is more like a father:
"Have you been obedient today?"
The little polar bear was sitting on the bar, with his neck raised and a proud look on his face:
"Of course, dad, I am the most obedient."
The old father's eyes were sharp. Although the little polar bear handled it well, he still noticed that Love's cheeks were slightly swollen:
"You obedient ass, did you go out to fight again?"
The soft and fluffy head, like a white dumpling, raised its head, pursed its lips, and shouted angrily with its big black and bright eyes:
"They bullied Bigger."
Bell curled his lips and pushed the little polar bear down with his paws:
"And then you got beaten up hard?"
The little polar bear froze, then turned his head with a stern expression:
"How come, I gave them a harsh lesson, don't you think so, Big?"
As he finished speaking, a small mouse-like head emerged from the little polar bear's pocket.
He is not a mouse, his scientific name should be Arctic shrew.
The second son, Big, looked a little helpless, but looking at his eldest brother Love's eyes asking for help, he could only say unnaturally:
"Ah, yes, yes, dad, Love was very brave at that time."
