Chapter 30 Forgive You
It is normal for a country as big as the United States to have different accents. Sheffield started by speaking with a big rant, ignoring the glares from many people. The words had already been spoken, and that was what he thought in his mind anyway. There was no need to distinguish between the residents of the northern states, as they were all Yankees.
"Just because you whistled at this gentleman's female companion?" Sheffield looked at John Connor for a long while, and his eyes fell on the source behind him, a young employee of the Black Gold Company. He was not very old, probably in his early twenties, which was the age of the eldest and the second. Many years of life outside might make people very casual.
This is not a big deal. The Haitian base itself is very close to Cuba, and it is inevitable to integrate into the enthusiastic atmosphere of the Latin people over time. However, it seems that another group of people are not very adaptable to this.
This should be considered a cultural conflict, but the reason why there is no cultural conflict between the Yankees and the Dixies is that both sides do dislike each other's soldiers, which is very real.
"I need an apology!" The man holding his female companion's arm raised his head slightly, but this sentence was not said to the whistleblower, but to Sheffield who had just appeared and fired a map cannon, including many passengers.
Is it hard to offend the public? Sheffield stretched out a finger to push up the brim of his top hat, and then looked at the man who asked him to apologize. He then glanced at the passengers with different expressions. Sheffield shook his head nonchalantly and said, "I don't have this habit. Please be patient. This will cause unnecessary conflict."
Sheffield's demeanor was still calm, but in the eyes of many people, this calmness clearly looked down on them. Who was this little brat who dressed like an old man? Did he think he was born a noble?
Many men and women expressed their dissatisfaction at the same time. They accused Sheffield with their overwhelming numbers. Sheffield had to take a step back to avoid being drowned by the saliva. He said lightly, "Yankees are still so barbaric. You have always been like this. Without enough people, you are as obedient as kittens."
"You're going too far. I wonder which upstart's kid is so rude."
"That's right. The Dixies were just defeated in the Civil War. Why are they acting so superior?"
"You'd better not escalate the conflict! Alas!" Sheffield sighed and felt his shoulders sink. Two revolvers and hands holding guns were placed on his shoulders. A dozen employees around him all pulled out their guns and pointed them at everyone indiscriminately. After sighing, he saw that everyone was as quiet as a chicken and said as if it was none of his business, "I reminded you a long time ago not to escalate the conflict."
It seems that being happy every day is more effective. When looking at these people, each of them has become much more gentlemanly and dares not face his own gaze.
"Don't do anything rash. This is the top passenger ship in the United States. Many of the guests have connections." The man's female companion spoke at this time, forgetting that she had just praised her companion's heroic behavior in her heart and admired everyone's bravery.
"Connections?" Sheffield rolled his eyes. Connections? Isn't it just a network of relationships? The Republic calls connections "networks of relationships" and the United States calls networks of relationships "connections". In fact, they are the same thing.
However, when this woman said this, she no longer had the aura of being hard to offend. Sheffield looked at the source of the conflict from top to bottom. It was good, but it was not something that would make people unable to walk after just one look. Could it be that these employees have been in Haiti for a long time? Do they automatically get extra points for looking at any woman? Considering the ethnic composition of Haiti, this is not impossible.
"In fact, I can understand showing off your bravery around a woman, but this time you picked the wrong person. In fact, your companion doesn't need to cause a conflict to show his bravery in front of you." Only then did Sheffield's eyes move away from the towering height of the woman's body, and he began to reason with his lips. "In fact, as long as he is a wealthy and powerful person, he is approachable and enthusiastic to others, and he treats you with all his heart, why would he need to use such means? Look, I stared at your chest for so long, and he didn't do anything, did he?"
"I'm sorry that I'm so direct, but this is the most honest thing I can say. Maybe you don't understand." Sheffield said the words of apology, but he didn't look apologetic at all.
"Maybe you come from a wealthy family, but human dignity is priceless." Although he was pointed at by a bunch of guns, there are always people who are willing to fight for justice, although they hide in the back and dare not come out.
Sheffield's eyes narrowed, and he burst out laughing. Without even thinking, he said, "Everyone has a price. How can something as intangible as dignity not have a price? In 1860, the price of an adult African in New Orleans was nine hundred dollars. With your bodies, you are probably worth one-third of the price of an African, no more. You are only worth this little money, and you still think you are priceless. It's ridiculous."
If you ask someone else this question, they probably won't be able to answer it, but if you ask him this question, it's like walking into a trap. He knows too well what a person's price is.
"Master, do you want me to pry open his mouth and check his teeth, and then give you an estimate of the price?" The savior John Connor grinned, and his hand without the gun was full of small movements, and he seemed to be eager to try.
"You think I'm a nigger?" The man who had a conflict with Heijin Vocational College was full of anger, his face turned red.
"Look, the Yankees are so hypocritical. I just told a piece of history, but this person is still discriminating against blacks. Aren't you a family that loves blacks? Let me do the math for you. There were four million blacks in the southern states. You made a law to calculate the labor force, including minors and the elderly. Even if you charge $500 per person, you have caused a loss of $2 billion to the South."
"Compared to the loss of this money, I think you Yankee thieves are not being too harsh." Sheffield put his hands on his hips and said confidently, but then he stopped showing his hatred. "But this is all in the past. We are all citizens of the United States. I will forgive your unreasonableness this time and let it go."
"Ma'am, the long journey is very boring. I can see that you are also a person who likes literature!" Sheffield took a quick look and saw two books leaking out of the culprit's bag. He pointed at the two books and said, "Lend them to me first and I will return them to you after I finish reading them."
"Thank you!" Sheffield got the tool to kill time as he wished, turned around and walked away, saying, "Put away your guns, this is the top passenger ship in the United States, everyone should be a gentleman."
"Under other circumstances, I would have thrown you into the sea to feed the sharks." John Connor lowered his voice and said to the couple, "Like the young master said, I will forgive you this time."
(End of this chapter)
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