I, Zhu Houzhao, join the US imperialist chat group

Chapter 63 Cleveland: Will I affect history? Lincoln: family!

"Amazing chat group!"

"There is such a miraculous place!"

"Who are those leaders? God's envoys, or other gods?"

America, 1896.

It's night here as usual.

After finishing the chat, Cleveland looked at the messy photos on his desk, but didn't pay attention to them.

Because no one can remain calm if this kind of miraculous thing is placed on them.

In particular, he also met his ancestors.

But at the moment, he slightly confirmed the identities of the other members of the group, and began to think about the mysterious group leader, trying to find out the identity of this unfamiliar person.

Because he is a latecomer, he is almost like a prophet to other people in the group.

There was an extra group leader riding on his head, who was strange, noble, and mysterious, which made him feel very bad.

In particular, he had already been warned once because of racial issues.

Therefore, at the last moment, he would please the group members and even test the group leader, thinking of getting something.

However, the group leader may have seen through his temptation and did not give him anything. Instead, he gave him another task to apologize to the Eastern Emperor.

yun·yuwen.

This emperor's name really made him a little dumbfounded. Fortunately, there was still a lot of information, for example, the Emperor of Zhou...

"This thing will give those people in the office a headache..."

Cleveland did not dare to neglect this task. While his memory was still fresh, he wrote down as much information as possible from the Eastern Emperor who was a flash in the pan in the group. Then he couldn't find anything to write about, so he put this thing aside.

Professionals do professional things. The diplomats stationed in Qing Dynasty must know these things.

"The most important thing now is the other two things..."

"Number one, will what I reveal, especially to President Lincoln or President Jackson, change the world?"

"Why does it feel like Jules Verne's science fiction novel "Journey to the Center of the Earth"... or even "Amiens 2000 AD" or "The Time Machine" just created by Herbert George Wells? Plot? Did I meet aliens or people from other universes?"

"But in our universe, President Lincoln was assassinated."

"My spoiler allowed him to avoid assassination... and thus rewrite American history? Then, will I still exist? But... I already exist?"

Cleveland's eyes subconsciously looked at some of the books on the bookshelf in his presidential office, especially the science fiction novels released in recent years.

In today's era, due to the development of modern classical physics and the birth of quantum physics, as well as the popularity of the famous scientists Planck, Bohr, and Heisenberg who are respected around the world, coupled with the great development of science and technology, cultural integration Things got faster and science fiction became popular.

Cleveland is naturally affected by things like parallel universes and time travel.

Now that this chat group that could span time appeared, he subconsciously thought of these concepts mentioned in science fiction novels.

This leads to the idea that his actions will affect the original history.

Will it cause a butterfly effect?

These things have actually triggered discussions in current American society, but there have been no results because no one has ever encountered such a thing.

"Perhaps this thing can be handed over to those universities for research... It will not have any impact on my current situation for the time being. Moreover, maybe I have been affected by the tampering of history by reaching this point today?"

Cleveland thought for a long time, but to no avail.

He didn't force it and just put it aside.

"The second thing is the most important. How can this group help me? What can influence me...maybe other presidents who join later...who can reveal spoilers as readily as I do, then I can be re-elected, even..."

Cleveland pays great attention to reality, and immediately thought of the help and practical significance of the chat group to him. The biggest significance is to help him be re-elected, make money, and seize power.

"What are you thinking about? Those interest groups have solidified. What can I do with my own abilities?"

"But it is possible to use the information of latecomers to make a comeback from the financial crisis?"

"But now that there is a financial crisis, we also need enough gold! The gold in the world has been divided up by everyone..."

Cleveland wished there was a president who could show him a clear path, but as soon as the idea arose, he rejected it outright.

As he said, he came from a humble background. The current United States has solidified, and he does not have enough prestige as Jackson. The various current interests in the United States have long been divided up...

He wanted to take a bite and dream!

He can't even rely on his status as president to do something shocking.

Because others will think that there is something wrong with his brain, and they will replace him in a minute, or even let him die in office every minute.

Even the current economic crisis cannot be solved by him.

There are no other gold mines in the world for the United States, and they seem to have no choice but to resist.

"Unless...this group can really pass items around!"

"The group leader said that you can send pictures, and you can even send an ice cream machine to President Washington... but it's not the right time. So..."

"Once the item transmission function is enabled, I can beg President Jackson to give me some gold... Then, I will..." Cleveland's imagination and receptive ability are naturally rich. As soon as the picture sending function came out, he had already thought that he could send other Real objects, after all, that’s how science fiction novels are written.

and so……

Only at the end, when giving gifts, did he test the group leader.

Because once this temptation succeeds, it will prove that he can share the resources of several worlds.

He can borrow bridge gold from Jackson and Washington to tide over this economic crisis and maximize the benefits for himself and the party behind him.

"You have to think about it carefully..."

"Maybe, this will have a huge impact on my life."

Cleveland thought a lot, and was as cautious and thorough as possible, because he had realized that this chat group might have a major change in his personal destiny.

……

"My destiny..."

"Destined to die?"

In 1864, there were many cigarette butts on the lawn downstairs of the white house, under a cherry tree.

The guards had long noticed something strange about Lincoln, but they didn't dare to disturb him.

President Lincoln, who was always known for his calmness, had been like this for more than an hour.

This made the guards in the dark wonder. Could it be that the war in the south was not going well and there was bad news coming?
He could only think wildly, because... their President Lincoln had never shown such disappointment and pessimism.

Always optimistic and determined, even...

"Damn you hopeless idiots, what's going on?"

"It's already so late, I'm ready to go to bed! What can happen to your Mr. President?"

"Is he not handling it well?"

A carriage stopped, and Lincoln's wife, Mary Todd, arrived. As soon as she got off the carriage, she cursed extremely irritably and impatiently.

After all, she was a famous shrew, and Lincoln was often scolded by her.

This voice made Lincoln turn his head and look at this familiar face...

"Mary, I asked them to call you..."

"It's nice to see you..."

"I need you!"

He walked straight up, ignoring Mary's scolding, and hugged her directly.

When encountering something like this, the first thing he thought of was his family and the old American tradition.

"Go away, you gorilla, you are covered in smoke, don't even think about touching me!"

However, Mrs. Lincoln was very tired of the smoke on his body and pushed Lincoln away arbitrarily.

Even Lincoln couldn't stand for a moment and fell to the ground.

OMG, our president got beat up by his wife again.

When the guards saw this scene, they immediately started to eat melon.

After all, it is well known that Mrs. Lincoln scolded Lincoln.

Mrs. Lincoln is the representative of American tough women.

"Hahaha... Dear Mary, your way of expressing love is as fierce as ever."

"Let's go. I haven't heard you scold me for a long time, and I haven't seen the children for a long time..."

"go home!"

"I want to give myself a holiday..."

The noisy and angry words that he used to find annoying were extremely real and lovely to Lincoln at this moment.

After he leaves, no one will bully such a woman!

After all, even the president dares to kick and scold.

He didn't mind at all that he was covered in cigarette butts. He smiled heartily, stood up by himself, and then pushed the unruly Mary back into the carriage... During the dinner, Mary cursed again.

But Lincoln didn't mind.

They left slowly under the watchful eyes of the guards.

At this moment, Lincoln wanted to live for himself, because this was life, and this was another meaning for him.

family!

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