Chapter 29 Yang Ji Thief

Sheffield naturally had an impression of the so-called father, but that was all. Since the old lady said so, Sheffield would naturally do as she was told, but she didn't think there would be any unexpected surprises. The genius deliberately pretended to be a pig and ate the tiger, which was just literary processing.

Given Annabelle's family tradition, if her so-called father was really capable, Mrs. Buddha would have wanted to let the entire United States know about it the next day. How could she have avoided the topic when it came up?

"You obviously resell a lot of Eastern European Slavs at home, but how could you miss Tesla?" Since they are preparing to use the patent stick, patent authorization in Europe is naturally very important, but they also need to tap into internal potential.

Tesla had been in the United States for ten years and had been a naturalized citizen for five or six years. To be fair, Tesla had just won the alternating current battle against Edison and was officially becoming famous at this time.

Sheffield knew that although Tesla had thousands of patents, his financial situation was not good. On the contrary, in the face of Edison's suppression, he had to take many tricks.

At least Tesla's talent should not be inferior to Edison. Is there any difference? How many people in the whole United States can compete with Morgan?

After all, the entire United States can now make an Orthodox Slav feel a little bit of home, and Sheffield believes that there is no other place except Texas.

"I will arrange Tesla's matters, but young master, Madam is arranging your itinerary, and you can board the ship with the others then." Padella walked over slowly, saying with his usual gentle smile.

"First, investigate Tesla's personality, beliefs, lifestyle and other factors. You can contact him, but only for official business. The rest will be planned when I come back." Sheffield nodded and said, "Tell me the departure time when the time comes. I will follow all the arrangements made by my grandmother."

Soon, Sheffield knew what was going on. It was impossible for the top businessmen in the United States not to be involved in politics. This was also a tradition in the United States. The old man's actions were also closely following current events, stemming from the Venezuelan crisis.

The current United States has both those who firmly believe in the American Century and those who admire Europe in their hearts. The newly appointed Secretary of State is the latter. Last month, President Cleveland proposed to promote the hard-line Olney as the new Secretary of State. O'Neill firmly believes that the "American Century" has arrived and the United States must actively expand outward.

The Secretary of State is now waiting to board the ship at the New York port. His purpose is naturally to go to Europe to explain the United States' intentions, which is simply diplomatic work. Diplomatic work cannot be as straightforward as military work, adhering to the idea of ​​you lose and I win. If there is such an idea, based on the current strength comparison between the United States and the British Empire, the country that will be beaten and bloodied must be the United States.

Looking at the chimney of the ship named San Marino, Sheffield's feeling was not very good. Because he was surrounded by at least fifty strong men. The outfits of these black gold employees were no longer western cowboys. They all wore suits and sunglasses. Sheffield, who was surrounded by men, rolled his eyes and had to reach out to push down the brim of his hat. Even so, his top hat was still very conspicuous.

In name, Sheffield is now an inconspicuous accompanying member of the United States Agricultural and Livestock Association. Of course, the external purpose is to conduct an annual inspection of the European agricultural and livestock market, going through the motions to deepen the relationship between the two sides. After all, Europe is an important destination for the export of agricultural and livestock products of the United States. To exaggerate a little, many Europeans rely on American grains to survive.

The Dixie people in the South were much more international-minded than the Yankees. After all, the industrial products of the North could not be sold to Europe. If it were not for the tariffs, even the local residents would not be willing to buy them.

He was naturally mainly working for his family, and as for the position of the United States and the American Century mentioned by the Secretary of State, these were of course also very important, but not as important as his own family affairs.

"If I had time, I would really like to go to Wall Street." As the ship started, Sheffield looked at New York, which was getting smaller and smaller, and felt no regret. He could come back and see it again. He returned to the cabin. His long days of drifting at sea had just begun.

Wow! Sheffield tossed and turned, and he deeply understood the meaning of sea voyages relying on the helmsman. As it was his first time going out to sea, it was not surprising that he was a little uncomfortable. Perhaps the sea god was telling him the importance of paying extra money.

Immediately a waiter from the passenger ship came in. As a top passenger ship in 1895, the waiter also expressed his professionalism without any impatience. It would have been better if they didn't ask for tips.

"Tipping is simply the cancer of the United States!" Sheffield wiped his mouth. He really didn't want to continue adapting to the ocean in the cabin. He stood up and prepared to find a larger space, even to enjoy the sea breeze and maybe even recite a poem.

As a top passenger ship of the era, it naturally had a spacious hall for people to dance, but that was a sport for British gentlemen. Unfortunately, almost all the passengers on the passenger ship that sailed from New York were citizens of the United States. Several mixed-race men and women were dancing Latin dance, twisting their graceful bodies, and showing their youth to the music.

This greatly disappointed Sheffield, but there were so many people in the hall that it was obvious that it was not the people of the United States who were wrong, but he was the one who was out of place.

"It's Connor and the others!" The Black Gold employee behind him pointed to a corner more than 20 meters away. That location was closer to the Latin dancers. Sheffield glanced and nodded, "Got it. Don't disturb them."

Following several staff members, Sheffield found a seat and sat down. His eyes were immediately attracted by the wine on display. He thought to himself, if I get drunk, will the boring journey be less?

Just as he was about to take action, he heard a series of sounds of things falling. He turned around and saw a group of people including John Connor, the savior, with the same name as him, posing eagerly, as if they were ready to have a fighting match with each other.

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"Is it really such a coincidence?" Sheffield stood up impatiently and walked towards the confrontation between the two groups of people. The Black Gold employees behind him naturally did not dare to neglect him. They stood up one after another, with their hands in their pockets ready to respond.

In just 20 meters, the fight had almost progressed from verbal combat to physical combat, until Sheffield and his group joined in. John Connor came to his senses and remained silent when he saw the newcomers.

After listening to the other party's two sentences, Sheffield grinned and said, "Even if I'm two hundred miles away, I can smell the stench of the Yankee thief. What's going on?" When he asked the last sentence, his eyes were already on John Connor.

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