Chapter 109 Incorrect Opening

To be honest, these young men and women sitting next to Sheffield are essentially not interested in any sports meeting. What's the point of this thing? It's better to find a place to have a drink. However, if you sit next to Sheffield, this sports meeting is still useful.

As the organizer of this sports meeting, Sheffield's group seems to be a whole, but in fact, it is clearly divided. With him as the center, sitting next to Anne on the right are local families such as Laura and Carter, and on the left are returned American expatriates such as Gail and McHale. Fortunately, everyone is united and joking with each other, looking very happy.

In the middle of the stadium, a band was already ready, attracting the attention of everyone present. It was the first time for the audience to see such a formal sports meeting, and the solemn appearance aroused the curiosity of many people.

The athletes waiting in line were also confused. Some Northern Yankees looked at each other blankly, wondering what these Dixies were doing. Since it was a competitive sport, why didn't they compete quickly?

The piano started playing, and the whole stadium erupted in cheers. The sudden roar scared many Yankees. When the prelude started, Sheffield stood up from his seat, turned his head coldly and said to Anne, "Stand up..."

"Yeah!" It was the first time that Anne saw Sheffield show such a serious expression, and she stood side by side with Sheffield obediently.

"God bless the South! God bless the South! Her altars and fireplaces, God bless the South!" Sheffield sang loudly to the rhythm of the band. The next moment, young men and women centered around him stood up at the same time, with solemn expressions and an inexplicable light in their eyes.

"Now the war is coming, now we are about to die, Sing our battle cry, Liberty or death! Sing our battle cry, Liberty or death! God is our shield, At home or in the field, Extend our arms, Soldiers marching forward, Fight to the end, Fight to the end!"

Carter and Laura sang along with Sheffield. McHale paused for a moment and then began to sing, "Fight to the end!"

"Fight to the end, fight to the end!" The entire stadium roared, all the noise disappeared, leaving only a huge wave of sound sweeping everything.

Everyone's heart was filled with excitement, their expressions became sincere, and the busy light in their eyes could melt everything. The sound waves accompanied the performance and spread far and wide, even passers-by outside the stadium could hear this familiar melody.

Many passers-by stopped and looked in the direction of the singing. It seemed that the things in front of them no longer mattered. All they wanted to do was to stop and listen to the song that had been in their hearts for a long time but had not been heard in public for a long time. With tears in their eyes, they couldn't help but sing along with the song...

"God created us, may God bless us, millions will trample us under their shackles and hand over their legions to you! Let the ruthless enemies go back, let the proud destroyers know... God is on our side!"

"God is on our side!" After the band finished playing, the entire stadium was filled with noise and completely immersed in the uproar.

"What are these Dixie people singing?" Some athletes from northern states were confused and whispered to each other, asking, "Is this song very famous?"

"You guys are Yankees, right?" The man not far away looked at the people whispering indifferently and said coldly, "It's normal that you don't understand this song. This is the national anthem of the Confederate States of America. God Bless the South!"

What? Several northern athletes looked at each other, their hearts filled with shock, and blurted out, "How can you sing this song?"

"What? Doesn't the Constitution stipulate that we can't sing the Confederate national anthem? Haven't you seen the Confederate flag? If you don't like it, please dig out your eyes to prove your innocence!" The man who spoke earlier said with disdain and sarcasm, "You are here for the generous bonus, just like the robbery of the South thirty years ago. Please control your inner emotions, otherwise the audience in the entire stadium may not let you leave alive."

"Now let us invite Mr. William Sheffield, the generous sponsor and organizer of this Games, the director of the International Olympic Committee, the pride of the citizens of Texas, the originator of the food chain, to the stage. Look, he is so young, such a great guy, just like every citizen's child. All activities today are free for the audience, all thanks to him!"

The sudden introduction prevented the situation from getting worse and allowed both sides of the debate to return their attention to the competition.

Fortunately, I didn't say that the Sheffield family would pay for all the expenses tonight! Sheffield stood up, waved to the audience around him, and walked down the auditorium surrounded by bodyguards. Audiences entering the venue today were not allowed to carry guns, and Sheffield felt that it was time to show his bravery and asked the bodyguards to stand aside.

He explained the significance of the Olympic Movement into the loudspeaker. Such empty and pretentious words have never been a problem for Sheffield as long as the structural sentences are understood. Even if words like democracy and freedom are replaced with words like social responsibility, human potential, and high-spirited spirit, the problem can be solved.

"Being a member of the International Olympic Committee is just an empty title!" Sheffield did not forget to mention this title while shouting out the empty title. He talked about the significance of the ancient Greeks, the mother of European civilization, developing sports more than 2,000 years ago. "No medicine can replace the body's own resistance..."

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"The significance of this Games is also to select outstanding representatives of the United States to compete with athletes from European countries!" Sheffield glanced at the Southern Cross flag of the Confederate States of America as he said this, while still selling the image of a patriotic businessman of the United States.

"The prize money will be even more generous by then. Mr. Rockefeller and I will provide the necessary funding for going abroad to participate in the Olympics." As soon as these words were spoken, there was a cheer among the athletes, including athletes from northern states. For the sake of the prize money, today's politically incorrect scene just passed.

Finally, Sheffield ended his toxic chicken soup speech that was full of lies and inconsistencies, and began to wish the athletes from various states who came to participate in the competition good results. This sports meeting was finally held successfully, and the gladiators finally had the opportunity to sweat in front of the slave owners.

(End of this chapter)