Chapter 247 Is it his turn to object?
"What are you going to do to my sister?" The young man went back and was stopped by a group of bodyguards. He yelled at Sheffield and beat his chest.
Yo? Isn't this the same as saying "Don't bully the poor young man"? Sheffield looked back and instantly remembered the other person's attitude of changing his ways over the years. It wasn't that he was disdainful, but he just rolled his eyes as usual. This bastard always appeared from nowhere when he shouldn't have.
Can't I just stay aside and watch the plane? If that doesn't work, I can just hit him a few times. I thought to myself, "There are many people like this. They don't live well themselves, and they don't let others live well either."
"Your brother is really problematic. I will ignore him. Leave your home address and I will come to see you tomorrow." Sheffield changed his mind and said, "It's not safe for you as a girl. I will do this. Natalia, just wait for me at home."
By the time Mo Qi Shao Nian Qiong was released by the bodyguards, Sheffield had already obtained the information he needed and left.
"Natalia, you have to know that there are a lot of bad people. A girl must protect herself well." Natalia's brother taught his sister earnestly, with a full parental style.
It's better to find a man to protect yourself! Natalia nodded solemnly, and followed Sheffield's convoy away with her eyes, covering her chest with her hands, her heartbeat speeding up a little.
But in the eyes of the brother who never bullies the poor, this was clearly a sign of being frightened by a rich man.
"Brother, go home. Don't you still need to study? How can you get a good job without studying hard?" Before her brother could speak for her, Natalia was the first to urge her brother to go home.
For the entire United States, the effect of conquering the blue sky is still fermenting. When citizens received the news, their first reaction was disbelief. However, after learning that it was witnessed by tens of thousands of Austin citizens and countless photos were circulated, it caused a sensation in the entire country. Although it was only for a short minute, mankind finally succeeded in soaring in the blue sky.
The act of conquering the blue sky will also spread across the borders of the United States to the whole world. All of this has nothing to do with Sheffield. After getting dressed up, he ordered before leaving home, "Submit patent authorization to the federal government immediately, and recruit talents interested in this from various universities. As for the establishment of a branch company, choose the southern suburbs of Houston."
Sheffield remembered that Houston had a nickname called Space City, and even the team here was called the Rockets. Geographically speaking, the closer the space center is to the equator, the better. The Soviet Union suffered a great loss in this regard. In the space race, the objective difficulties it needed to overcome were actually much greater than those of its opponent, the United States of America.
Low latitudes are the best geographical locations for satellite launches. When launching satellites in the equatorial region, the launch vehicle can make full use of the Earth's rotation, making it easier and more economical to send the payload to this geostationary orbit. In other words, if the space launch site is close to the equator, the rocket's thrust can be saved, and the same fuel can push the geosynchronous orbit spacecraft farther.
As this pattern was discovered, new space launch centers were located increasingly southwards and closer to the equator. This was most evident in France, which established a space center directly in French Guiana.
"Call home and ask Aunt Padra if there is any family land south of Houston." Before leaving, Sheffield paused for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses and said, "If there are any documents from various companies, just give them directly to Annie."
He now had to find something for Anne to do to prevent other trivial matters from disturbing his performance today. Before leaving, Sheffield temporarily changed to a carriage and did not drive out. After all, cars were new things and the goal was still a bit big.
Because they were in Austin, Sheffield didn't need to bring a team of bodyguards that could not be seen at a glance. He just took a few of them, plus Martin Luther King who had returned from Chicago, and went directly to the civilian community in Austin. "The steel mill you manage is pretty good. There is actually no other reason to call you back this time. The United Company has bought a lot of land in Central America. The local population is complicated. You are black. If you come forward, it may make things smoother. After all, your skin color is a protective color. How do you feel in the North?"
"Those Yankees are terrible!" Martin Luther King said fiercely upon hearing this, "Hypocritical, just like what the boss said, the Yankees are hypocritical, they also look down on black people, but they don't say it out loud."
"This is also related to your black ethnic group. If you want to change this impression..." Sheffield wanted to comfort him, but when he thought about the situation after a hundred years, it seemed that nothing had changed, so he temporarily smoothed things over, "Even if they look down on you, as long as you have money, you can still have a better life than ordinary white people. Have you booked the opera house?"
Given the fact that there are already black people in the country, it is actually a good thing to systematically destroy the black people's ambition. At least it will not make this group dangerous. So black people have no sense of responsibility, no family values, and it doesn't matter if they take drugs or go to jail. Food stamps can solve the problem. As long as they don't die, it's fine.
"Boss, leave this to me. I will make sure you have a pleasant holiday." Martin Luther King said with a flattering smile, "The band and sumptuous dishes are ready."
"Then go to the opera house and prepare something light. Don't serve me Texas steak. You know I hate that kind of high-fat food the most." Sheffield said as if it was a matter of course. "When you go to Panama, you will represent the United Company. Apart from discussing more with the local Black Gold branch manager, you don't need to bow to anyone. Your family has been senior employees of the United Company for three generations. You don't need to give in to anyone, understand? By the way, are you going to take your wife with you?"
"Hey, boss, my wife can't be with me in such a tough environment!" Martin Luther King showed a look that every man can understand, and said with a mean smile, "It's better for my wife to be at home."
"You're not insinuating me, are you?" Sheffield glanced at the civil rights fighter. Was he implying that he left Annie in the villa and went out to meet other women?
Martin Luther King said that this was absolutely not the case and got off the bus directly at the opera house that he passed by, looking very funny.
Sheffield found Natalia's home as agreed. Natalia's home was ordinary, just an ordinary family of that era. Soon a beautiful figure appeared. Today, Natalia was wearing a clean and decent white dress.
"It seems different from yesterday? Have you dressed up carefully? The skirt is very beautiful." After staring at the girl for two seconds, Sheffield remembered what Karl Lagerfeld had said, "Your grandfather likes me wearing a white long skirt the most." Today, he thought that his grandfather's aesthetics should be consistent with his own, and he had no resistance to white long skirts.
"Isn't she beautiful? No matter how beautiful a skirt is, it depends on who wears it!" Natalia smiled slightly and said something that Sheffield agreed with.
He held the girl's hand and walked into the carriage together. This scene happened to be seen by several middle-aged men who had just returned. One of the rough men looked surprised and said, "Natalia already has a suitor. Nabokov, who is this boy?"
"Who?" Nabakov looked up and saw several carriages had already started. He could only see that his daughter seemed to be following a boy out. He said blankly, "Maybe she is a classmate from school."
If Sheffield could learn any experience from his past life, it was that because of the local characteristics, he could brag seriously, as if he had seen everything with his own eyes. He told the girl in front of him strange stories with sincerity, making Natalia intoxicated and listening with relish to things she had never been exposed to before.
The decadence of capitalism is of course necessary, even though there are only two people sitting in an opera house that can accommodate two hundred people, watching the Cinderella stage play above.
Every girl has a Cinderella dream, and Natalia is no exception. She thought that Sheffield took her to see the stage play because he might want to say something. Her heart was beating like a deer and she couldn't calm down.
"Austin is neither big nor small, and my home is not here. We have met three times on different occasions, which shows that we are destined to be together!" Sheffield took Natalia's hand and said in a low voice, "Natalia, are you willing to be with me?"
What William Durant, Ford...! Even if Rockefeller Jr. and Morgan Jr. had something to discuss with him, he would still be busy! Taking a deep breath, smelling the unique smell on the girl, Sheffield seemed to be drinking too much.
Is this a confession? Isn't it too early? Neither of them understands! Natalia instinctively wants to refuse. At this time, in the center of the stage of the opera house, two opera singers are having their final dialogue. Prince: Oh, my favorite girl, I love you! Leave here with me and be my wife, will you?
Alice: Oh, I do!
"I do!" Natalia looked into Sheffield's eyes and agreed inexplicably.
These two actors must get a pay raise! Sheffield pulled Natalia into his arms. It's easy to just confess to a girl you like.
"I heard that this girl's brother doesn't seem to like our boss very much?" Martin Luther King, who was standing at the entrance to the opera house, asked Jesla because he had just returned, "Is that true?"
"He objects? What right does he have to object!" Jessla said with a gloomy face, "They like to be together. In my opinion, they are a perfect match. How dare he object?"
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
