My America

Chapter 31: Overwork

The Count of Monte Cristo is the work of the French writer and Dumas, which tells the story of revenge. The location is from Marseille, the destination of the San Marino. For a long journey, these two books have become an indispensable adjustment for Sheffield. He feels that the protagonist inside is just like the mood of Lafayette.

I really do n’t know. It ’s only a few days ago. Just because of a paper decree, the southern states lost two billion dollars in labor force. This is no wonder. Even if things have passed for thirty years, just mention it today. As for this matter, most Dixie people are resentful. This was an astronomical figure thirty years ago.

What's wrong with these two billion dollars? Isn't he fragrant for buying ribs? What's more, labor was so expensive that year, almost all the property of many southern families.

"I'm going to earn 2 billion in my life. If I live long, this number will increase." Sheffield set a small goal for himself but immediately overthrows it, in case he lives like a famous philanthropist Mr. Rockefeller. Centenary, taking into account inflation, this goal is a little lost.

"The glorious days have come for the men who are advancing in the French motherland! The authoritarian tyranny oppresses us, the motherland groans in pain. The motherland groans in pain, you can see the ferocious soldiers, killing the people everywhere. They are from your arms. Here, take the lives of your wife and children. Citizens are armed and citizens will fight for death. "Sheffield hummed in France's national anthem Marseille in his room. He was almost approaching his destination. If nothing happened, the ship would dock in two days.

Sheffield, who radiates his artistic cells as much as he likes, does not care about the degree of Marseille's unfriendliness to his own class, and is fully committed to it. In terms of self-entertainment, he does not need to ask others for advice.

The conflicts of the past days are of course unlikely to be calm, but for the Secretary of State on the same ship and his party, this is an internal contradiction of the United States. Moreover, Sheffield ’s age is a good cover, which can be explained as a young ignorance.

Of course, this is mainly because Sheffield, the mother of the motherland, is a man with a lot of money and billions, who can be nurtured completely, and a few mistakes cannot be said to be mistakes.

"If you are dissatisfied, the United States is a free country, and you can completely curse the dark, corrupt, and inactive government, it doesn't matter!" One day before arriving in Marseille, Sheffield was a man of words and faith. It is natural to return the books to the other party, saying that borrowing is borrowing, this is not robbery.

As the ship slowly docked, Sheffield turned his head and said, "It's okay to call the United States and the federal government. After all, this is a gift of human rights, but you can't call me. The United States and the government are invisible things. And I am a person, if you dare to be dissatisfied with me, it is also my natural human rights to break you down. "

"Wish you all a good time playing in Europe!" Sheffield reached out and took off her bowler hat, gestured slightly, re-dressed neatly, and got out of the boat surrounded by a crowd of black and gold staff. He had never thought of the ability to cast clouds and rain on these people, these ordinary In his eyes, the passengers all belong to the existence of jumping up and not hitting their knees. What is it called them?

The Port of Sheffield ’s French branch is already waiting. Although it is farmed, the Sheffield family is also a farmer with international trade thinking. The agricultural and pastoral products are the only fist products in the United States that were able to pass through unimpeded. Rockefeller ’s oil in England The branch company is called British American Petroleum Corporation, in Deutschland is called German American Petroleum Corporation, and there are other companies established.

Rockefeller, a United States company that can break into Europe, is still rare in this era. In this sense, the owners of factories in the north are not as good as the owners of plantations in the south.

"Hey, Cade!" John Connor walked to the front, hugged directly with the people who came to greet him, and said hello in French, "It seems that you are very comfortable in France."

"It's not like that. It's a little too bland, and it's a little less exciting than before." Cade shook his head slightly, his eyes fell on Sheffield and said, "Is it Master William? The train ticket to Paris is ready. "

"Thank you!" Sheffield nodded her thanks and looked back at the bustling pier. Otherwise, he had no interest in traveling all his life. He just felt that travel was a waste of time, and he was not prepared to stay in the world-famous Marseille. Meaning, I wish I could get on the train to Paris immediately.

During this period, he stomped hard. In addition to being able to see the sea or the sea, and besides the deck or the deck, he suddenly felt down-to-earth and somewhat unreal.

Cade smiled and did not speak. He was not a talkative person. In fact, although he did not lack blood on his hands, he had a good temper. He himself divided this matter very well. Work is work and cannot be affected. life.

The Champs Elysées on the Seine River in Paris, the reason why today ’s Paris is so famous, we must thank one person, the French Emperor Napoleon III, although he lost some of Napoleon ’s people, he has played a very important role in the planning of Paris Great effect.

Sheffield believed that the defeat of the Franco-Prussian War should not be blamed on him. After all, in later history, France will continue to lose to Germany. Such a habit is just fine.

At one corner, John Connor found it according to the address and knocked on the door in front of a three-story apartment. It wasn't until he felt that he was in the wrong place. A young girl in pajamas opened the door and asked with a trace of tiredness, "Who are you?"

John Connor stepped back and looked around. Was he wrong? The brick looked at Sheffield standing not far away.

"Julie, who is this!" A well-maintained middle-aged man in pajamas appeared, glancing at a group of uninvited guests outside the door.

"It's him!" Sheffield pulled out his pocket watch, which is now ten minutes before 11 o'clock Paris time. Stepping over the crowd and coming to the man, the girl who opened the door looked at him secretly and grinned, the lady would not be much older than herself.

For a while, after ten minutes, Sheffield stood in front of a huge mirror, looking suspiciously at the lines on it, recalling the height and figure of the lady who had just opened the door, and finally having these two less obvious circular marks To understand, it is really old-fashioned.

"My dear son, what do you say before you come to Paris!" Harry Sheffield still didn't change his appearance, sitting on the sofa with a shaking **** holding a stemware in his hand, his expression very relaxed.

"You can't be contacted!" Sheffield looked at each other and thought they were handsome, and chose to tell the truth.

Harry Sheffield nodded and drank the red wine in the glass directly. Afterwards, he said, "You know, there are so many things here in Paris, and I'm burnt. I have recently been exhausted."

I don't really know about it? Sheffield felt that there was another reason for his physical exhaustion.

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