Chapter 131 Full of Energy
Edison's public apology can be said to be a case of form over substance, or a lack of a deep understanding of politics. In short, this is no longer a technical dispute between Edison and Tesla, but the consequences are far more far-reaching than those of the current war. Since this bloody battle, more people have realized that the topic of civil war cannot be touched again.
Hitting the wall of political correctness was Edison's lesson. Compared to a certain Texas landowner who was celebrating, the real leader of General Electric was still pondering the logical chain involved.
"Father, it seems that there is no way to stop the voltage standards in the southern states? Can't we think of a way?" In Morgan's office, there was only one person who dared to interrupt the thinking of this big man. In Morgan's eyes, he was a very qualified successor, his son Morgan Jr.
Morgan, who was standing beside the bed, slowly came back to his senses. Looking at his son who had a strong thirst for knowledge, a smile appeared on his face. He said slowly, "Where there is growth, there will be decline. Don't worry about anything. My son, I have been very satisfied with your growth over the years. I also believe that in your hands, the family business will never be the same as the Vanderbilt family. When old Vanderbilt closed the railway bridge in New York and watched the New Yorkers crawling at his feet, it was certainly very satisfying, but he was met with hatred. Temporary setbacks do not mean that they will never be smooth."
"Father, I'm also afraid that the progress in the electrical field will not be smooth and will cause you trouble!" Little Morgan lowered his head respectfully. He has always been convinced by his father's keen judgment and tried his best to make his father look at him differently.
"If the electrical industry is not going well, you can look at other fields. I am not sitting idle! Any industry needs to be put in order. And I am not the most insightful person. When I was young, I went to New Orleans. The most insightful person was Mrs. Anna's husband!" Morgan stretched out his finger and shook it, denying the heir's compliment, and said in a reminiscent tone, "Do you know the Sheffield family?"
"The Sheffield family is probably the largest private landowner in the United States. No one knows how much private land they own. They have a wide influence in the South, and the person in charge of the business is Madam Anna." Little Morgan frowned and said a few words, then asked, "Anything else?"
"You're right, there are no more!" Morgan agreed with Morgan Jr.'s answer, then changed the subject and said, "In fact, this Texas landowner was not like this thirty years ago. His family's property was of course managed by a man, but this man participated in the Civil War and was injured. He died not long after."
"If he were still alive, his insight would be better than mine. When he was alive, he accumulated wealth much faster than me." Morgan shrugged and said indifferently, "Madam Anna is only the one who guards this legacy, not the one who created it. Do you think this is successful? My son, I don't want you to just inherit my wealth that is as rich as a country, but also to create more wealth."
"If I use the power of my allies to encircle and suppress the capital, of course I will win, but there are variables. That is, how deep is the cooperation between the Rockefeller family and the Sheffield family? Will they help? Normally, they shouldn't help, but I don't have much contact with Rockefeller. We are leaders in different industries, so I can't predict his thoughts. If I try my best to fight the two families, it seems not worth it, so I am a little hesitant!"
Morgan told the younger Morgan all about his current troubles, which fully demonstrated his importance to his successor. "A family like the Sheffield family, which is rooted in the land, may not seem to be a big deal. But it is extremely difficult to defeat. Land is the most practical property. It may not make money quickly, but it is difficult to uproot it. It cannot be solved by one or two mergers and reorganizations."
Morgan Jr. nodded solemnly. He believed completely that what his father said was true. If calculated by the assets under his name, Morgan's wealth might not be as good as that of Rockefeller. But if you count Morgan's connections in people's eyes, that is, the Morgan Alliance in the popular sense, the situation is different.
As a banker, Morgan has a high position in the financial industry. He can use funds far exceeding those of his opponents. The financial industry itself is for this purpose, but the money is not his own after all. It can be used against ordinary opponents, but it is not good enough to deal with too strong opponents. Allies are allies, and they also need to consider risks.
Finally, Little Morgan sighed, regained his composure, and said, "Then let's put the electrical industry aside for now. There are other industries we can invest in anyway."
"No, it's okay to make some harmless jokes, and there are people who are more willing to do this than us, so we just need to give them some support." Morgan showed a mysterious smile on his face, "But this has nothing to do with us, and it can't be blamed on us. It's lunch time, let's eat and chat, we have to learn to relax!"
Soon, Morgan pulled his heir out of the office, and he could still hear some nagging, "You must learn to enjoy life. You can never make enough money. Of course, you can't miss the opportunity. Now is not the right time!"
Thousands of miles away in the Texas prison, the pot-bellied warden McAdams staggered up to the podium. It was indeed a bit difficult for him to hold his body. But it didn't matter. Many years ago, he was also a person who worked hard for Sheffield United Company and shed blood. In the end, he was treated as the boss and became the absolute ruler of private prisons.
A drop of water should be repaid with a spring. Although McAdams may not know this saying, it does not stop him from being loyal to the United Company. This time is just a new opportunity.
"You bastards, pigs, scum, look at this?" With a rational opening remark, McAdams held up the sentence reduction notice in his hand, and immediately made thousands of criminals silent and listen attentively, even though the warden, whom he rarely saw, was cursing him.
"You spend every day in prison in a daze, and every bastard wants to get out one day earlier. But now the opportunity has come. Time, the most precious thing, is in my hands. Whether your name can be put on it depends on your own efforts!" McAdams seemed to be holding the Bible, at least in the eyes of criminals, the Bible was not so precious.
"If you want to regain your freedom sooner, you have to work hard. If you can meet my requirements, speak out loudly now!" McAdams waved the sentence reduction notice vigorously, "Did you hear me..."
"I heard it!" thousands of workers shouted, looking at McAdams' hand with burning eyes.
"That's good to hear!" McAdams nodded approvingly. This mobilization was unprecedentedly smooth and the criminals were full of energy.
Oh, a little tired!
(End of this chapter)
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