Chapter 21 Octopus William
Sheffield kept asking himself, what on earth is he trying to do? First of all, he had to admit that he had no interest in shaping a beacon of humanity. Besides, there was no need to shape it. It could be packaged through brainwashing. The evidence was the history of the development of the United States.
Moreover, from the perspective of his origin, he was a vested interest holder in the United States, and not just an ordinary vested interest holder. Thirty years ago, his family was a well-known presence in the entire southern slave states. His grandmother's family was even more famous for having a foothold on both sides of the Atlantic Ocean. Unless he was crazy, he would betray his class.
He admired people who could betray their class, but he would never do that. Because Sheffield was a layman. In fact, even his grandfather, whom he had never met, Sheffield did not think that this senior was necessarily hostile to the United States. It just involved a very basic question: who has the final say in the United States.
In other words, who should really stand at the top of the pyramid and watch the busy lives of the masses? The industrial capitalists think it is them, while the plantation owners think it should be us. It is such a simple disagreement.
"Have you ever had contact with the Yankees? What do they think of my family?" As graduation was approaching, determining goals had become a problem that Sheffield had to face, but he was still a little confused and had to listen to other people's opinions.
"I have met a few of them. They said that the Sheffield family is the DuPont of the South, even more pervasive than DuPont, like an octopus, extending its tentacles to everything it can see." Carter said this while smiling and making the gesture of an octopus. He did not stop until Sheffield looked at him straight, then he stopped with a dry smile.
"What are you laughing at? Are you thinking of something happy?" Sheffield asked jokingly, coldly.
"Octopus?" Sheffield was not bothered by the awkward silence until the other party stopped talking. Suddenly, Ya Ran smiled and said to herself, "This is a good metaphor, but my family seems to have made achievements in agriculture, animal husbandry and industry, which is broader than the DuPont family."
If it were like an octopus sticking the earth firmly in its tentacles, it would seem to be a very exciting setting. Sheffield was thinking about this problem very seriously, and it must be said that this idea had taken root in his mind.
Seeing Sheffield's uncertain face, the remaining twelve people looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes. Just as they were about to ask questions, Sheffield asked first, "I haven't been around recently. Have you bullied others?"
Sheffield's words were like Annabelle's warning to herself, except that the target was changed. Now he was warning others. After getting all the negative responses, he said, "Pick some potential stocks with poor family conditions but great academic performance, and help them more in life. This can also build a good reputation. It's all about money. Even Rockefeller, the nouveau riche, understands this."
"This is also the purpose of our club. Don't worry, William, we will never forget this." Carter spoke first, and was immediately greeted with voices of agreement.
"You are looking for assistants for your own future, and you can also earn a good reputation and be praised. Why not do it?" Sheffield said, with a look of "Please forgive me for being so honest". "In ancient Rome, didn't they also let the free people and the landlords stand together? Otherwise, if the slaves rebelled, how could they be suppressed?"
Sheffield later read Bush's autobiography, which did not mention Bush's outstanding talents. It only said that he was an honest and sincere person. Regardless of whether this is true or not, can sincerity make one a president? Moreover, what does the laundry detergent incident have to do with sincerity?
But he is the president of the United States. Bush's growth trajectory shows the importance of family and blood relationship network. Just like everyone here, these people cannot do everything by themselves, and they must need assistants to assist them. This is the meaning of the existence of the free class.
However, in modern society, the distinction between slave owners and free people is too straightforward. In fact, it is also possible to call them the middle class. We can create an illusion for the middle class and pretend that they are the masters of the country. This is the current priority.
Stalin once said that voters cannot decide anything, but the vote counters decide everything. In the past, many immature people like to equate democracy with votes, thinking that democracy will definitely exist if one person has one vote. In fact, they don't understand that in the so-called democratic election, the preliminary screening is much more important than the final referendum. As long as a pre-selection plan is carefully designed to work before the election begins, it can be guaranteed that no matter how the people vote, the people who come to power will not represent their interests. They will only represent the interests of people like Sheffield.
It doesn't matter if someone really comes out to disrupt the situation. We can still operate like we did with Hillary. As for the last resort, there is always a mentally ill person who happens to appear.
Just thinking about it, Sheffield felt that the most leisurely time in his life was about to pass. He still had a lot to do in the future. His short-term goal was to realize the old man's expectations, reverse the imbalance of power after the Civil War, and make the South's position the dominant position when the United States was established.
As for long-term status, Sheffield hopes that the nickname of the Sheffield family octopus can become true to its name. The pervasive tentacles really become claws that reach out to the world.
"Don't come to see me recently. I'm busy writing my graduation thesis. You can go and listen when the time comes." Sheffield has stood up. He seems to be a little tired from the long journey. Although it is just a formality, he has to at least look presentable.
"William, isn't it natural for you to graduate? It seems that you are the only student in the Department of Oriental History. Just say whatever you want, who dares to stop you?"
"My thesis has nothing to do with history!" Sheffield said lazily as he walked to the door. "It's just my personal hobby. I chose this subject because I have free time."
The door slowly closed, and everyone else regained their relaxed demeanor, but they tacitly agreed not to mention a word about what happened in Sheffield, as if this person had never been there.
"Guess what he will write about? Social welfare? Or civic duty? Or his family's specialty? Economic discourse!"
"Who can guess this? He is a hard person to figure out. Maybe he wrote an article about the environment. Who can guess this?"
Everyone talked a little, and the awkward atmosphere was dispelled in a few words. With Sheffield's departure, the sense of oppression on them seemed to magically disappear.
(End of this chapter)
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