Chapter 63: Changing Situations at Sea

These plantation owners who have just withdrawn from Brazil or are about to withdraw will not necessarily sell their plantations directly, just like when they left the United States before, not all of them cut off their ties with the United States. But one thing is certain, they all have a huge amount of funds in their hands, which may not be US dollars, but may be some other hard currency.

To be honest, there are very few countries in the world that can compare with the United States in terms of raw materials to support industry, not to mention Brazil. But this does not mean that these countries do not have their own unique features. You must know that as the first wave of colonists, Spain was the first to land in America and occupied the best places. The thirteen states of the United States at the beginning were truly only for farming.

The places colonized by the two Turks all have either gold mines or silver mines. Although later facts proved that mountains of gold and silver cannot compete with steel and coal, money is money. If they say they have no money after years of hard work in Brazil, no one will believe them. What's the point of talking about no money? Sheffield is so busy. If they have this time, they might as well investigate the land on the west coast.

Sure enough, from the very beginning these returnees had no objection to Sheffield's proposal, they just asked how to do it.

"This is how the world is. The smaller and weaker a country is, the easier it is for us to control it. William is absolutely right about this. We don't use plantations in our own country. No one can see us operating in these remote countries. Even if they can see us, no one will care." Gale said as he stretched out his hand to scratch his hair. He said meaningfully, "In the industrial field, we have never been involved. If we show a posture of entering in a big way at the beginning, we may lose precious funds. Every bit of the money we bring back is hard-earned."

That's really too much hard work! Sheffield's face flashed with a strange look. Even the simplest and crudest exploitation is hard work, so is there anything that is not hard work? For ordinary people, being able to make money while standing is a luxury. Ordinary people only have the right to make money while kneeling. These people are considered to be making money while lying down. Are they still not satisfied?

"We are also working for the stability of these small countries. Don't look at me like that. I'm telling the truth. At least we are more civilized than the local plantation owners. Of course, we shouldn't be too harsh on our peers when entering these countries. Only when we unite together can we grow bigger and bigger." Sheffield spread his hands and said, "Think about it, we have opened up a market of 70 to 80 million people for these small countries. Those hard-working employees should thank us, otherwise they would starve to death."

Shameless beyond shame, Sheffield's words shocked everyone as soon as they came out. Gail's words just showed that no one's money came from the wind. Sheffield directly put a layer of moral halo on his behavior, as if he was not doing it for his own benefit, but for the suffering masses all over the world.

No one spoke for a while, because they didn't know how to respond. This reaction made Sheffield shake his head in his heart. These young people were really far behind their parents. You know, the plantation owner had argued loudly with the Yankees in the past, "The treatment of black people on the plantation is much better than that of workers in the factory. Much better."

"As far as I know, there are actually quite a few companies operating in places like Colombia, Honduras, and Haiti. Our biggest enemy is probably not local capital, but domestic capital." McHale, who had been silent the whole time, glanced at the reactions of others and said slowly, "How to defeat them should be what we should consider."

Because of his background, McHale usually doesn't express his views at such gatherings. The reason why he returned to the United States, a country that is more sensitive to skin color, is very simple. His social circle consists of these people. If these people return to the United States, his network will no longer exist, so he came here with the mentality of giving it a try.

"Good question. However, with your many years of experience in running plantations, you should know a very basic thing: food has a shelf life, especially fruits. On the sea, the sea conditions change rapidly, and anything can happen." Sheffield raised his eyebrows, tapped the table with his fingers, and said in a serious tone, "It would be fine if they just stop, but if they insist on responding to the federal government's lie that it encourages competition, the sea will not be calm."

"Will you mobilize the slave hunting team? Hijack their ship?" Gale tilted his head, his face uncertain.

"What slave hunting team? Sheffield Black Gold Company!" Sheffield corrected calmly, "In fact, there is no need to go too far. Isn't it normal to delay for a few days? When the cargo ship arrives at the destination, the things inside will rot or mold. After a few times, they should know what choice is the most advantageous. We will also give a fair price and hand over to the Yankees who want to withdraw."

"Yes, we have more connections in the ports of the southern states than the Yankees do. We have the geographical advantage in our hands. If we can think of a way to use it, we will be able to become competitive against other opponents. As long as they don't make money, they will naturally not bother with us." Gail clapped his hands, obviously agreeing with Sheffield's analysis.

"Among the ports facing the small countries in Central America, there is no more suitable port than New Orleans. Here, we have the final say. Even if the Yankee company can arrive on time, I can prevent them from unloading the goods at this port. The goods on top will still be left to rot." Sheffield snapped his fingers and glanced at everyone and asked, "My dear friends, do you have any other questions? If not, can we go check out the port now? Plan its future use. If you want to build a new warehouse, you should see it with your own eyes."

"Okay!" Everyone nodded and prepared to follow Sheffield to the port for a horse race.

Carriages pulled by fine horses galloped out of Oak Manor. The ding-ding of horse bells reminded pedestrians on the road to get out of the way. Anne leaned on Sheffield's shoulder, looking very relaxed. "I will go to school soon. I have to go!"

"No!" Sheffield answered very straightforwardly, "I am a frequent visitor to Austin Girls' School. You won't have any problem going there."

"What are you doing at the girls' school?" He felt his left shoulder lighten. The girl, who had just been as calm as a little kitten, stood up at a speed Sheffield had never seen before and asked with a stern face.

Did I say something wrong? Just as Sheffield was about to say something, the carriage slowly stopped and a noise came from afar.

There is a very famous organization that will appear soon.

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