Chapter 321 Lawyer’s letter of warning!
If more than a hundred years later, the affairs of Sheffield and Edith Rockefeller were not a big deal at all, as all American citizens were paying attention to the Kardashian's butt, then in the early twentieth century, this was a big deal. The citizens of this era also demanded that the rich and public figures become moral role models.
But now the heir of the United Company and the princess of the oil kingdom have set a very bad example for the citizens of the country. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a major earthquake. What follows is bound to be overwhelming accusations. It can be said that this year, people in the media and newspaper industry are very happy. Freedom of speech has never been so thoroughly demonstrated as it is now.
"Where can I find a boss like me who gives his employees the opportunity to curse him!" Sheffield held the phone between his neck and chatted with Edith Rockefeller in Chicago about this issue.
"You are so open-minded. Don't you know that the citizens are scolding us both?" Edith Rockefeller was full of complaints. Even the newly established telephone line could not make her happy.
"What else can they do except swear? Can swearing kill someone? I've never heard of it. What can a bunch of clowns who can't even touch my knees do to us? How powerful do they think they are? In my eyes, they are no different from the black people who are being detained by the police in the southern states. A bunch of slaves think they are the masters of the country!" Sheffield said disdainfully, "You and I are just lovers, so what? They are just jealous of me, jealous of why they themselves don't have a chance to move forward with a heavy burden."
Few people are truly against privilege. Most people are against their own lack of privilege. Sheffield doesn't dare to say how smart he is, but his understanding of this point is absolutely correct.
"Anyway, I'm preparing to give birth to a child now, so I don't have time to care about them. You don't have any physical problems, so don't let those night soil collectors block you!" Edith Rockefeller changed to a comfortable position and lay down, saying lazily, "Just like you said, those people are jealous of me giving birth to a child for you. Why don't the female billionaires fall in love with them?"
"Let's wait until those dung collectors come to me. These are just a few intimate photos. They can explain everything and nothing at the same time. Once those dung collectors start making up stories, I will have the legal department of United Company come to your house and deliver a lawyer's letter." Sheffield said with a smug look, "Then I will sue them into bankruptcy and merge their newspapers."
Given the character of the bigwigs in the Ministry of Shock in this era, it is certain that they will fabricate news. I believe that within a few days, similar news will be everywhere. After all, if they can even fabricate the news of the Spanish fleet landing in New York during the Spanish-American War, what else can't be fabricated?
After comforting Edith Rockefeller, Sheffield hung up the phone. He didn't take the fake news made by the dung collector seriously. The biggest difficulty in this matter was how Anne, who had graduated and returned to Arlington Manor, would see it. After asking around with Padra, he was sure that there was no insider and could continue the transaction.
Judging from the current progress, if no one praised him, Sheffield would want to praise himself. The process of manipulating public opinion this time was perfect and almost achieved the previously envisioned goal.
Why did he say almost? That's because one thing was bound to be delayed. He had promised Anne to hold the World Expo in New Orleans, but now it seemed that it could not be held this year. If the southern states wanted to truly restore peace, a few months would not be enough.
It is naturally difficult to hold the World Expo at a time when the social environment is so tense. The World Expo promised to Anne can only be postponed. Sheffield sighed, "No matter what era, the cost of picking up girls is so high!"
In a larger sense, hosting the World Expo is naturally to demonstrate the strength of the current joint company, but the original motivation is that Sheffield boasted in front of the woman that he would host a World Expo for her.
Women are demons! The slave owners’ style is very similar to King You of Zhou who played tricks on the princes by lighting beacons during the Spring and Autumn Period.
As Edith Rockefeller said, she could have hidden in the villa to wait for the birth of the baby, but Sheffield could not hide in Oak Manor and not go out, and he was now eager to count the results of the battle.
Brought a carload of people to the Louisiana State Prison, as the heavy iron gate was opened, it was as if they were in a new world. "Some money can't be saved. This prison is not American at all. It must be renovated. By the way, how many prisoners were originally scheduled to be held?" Sheffield asked boredly, holding a cigar in his mouth.
"The prison's original maximum capacity was 2,700 people, and now it does seem a little overcrowded."
"How many people are imprisoned now?" Sheffield asked, blowing out a beautiful smoke ring.
"More than 17,000!" The warden glanced at his boss and carefully said the shocking number.
"Fortunately, it's just a little overcrowded." Sheffield nodded indifferently, and the warden felt relieved that his boss was not worried about the numbers.
"We should still expand it. Prisons can save on everything, such as food and prison uniforms, but we can't save on things used to manage these prisoners, such as handcuffs, shackles, and high walls and barbed wire. Let me think about it. If we ship these things back from Cuba, it would be better to manufacture new ones. Including this prison, all the private prisons that have been contracted should immediately produce a report and place an order with Carnegie Standard Union Steel!" Sheffield complained helplessly, "These days, no business is easy to do, and we have to run around for the prisoners."
"Boss, you care about the criminals like this. I believe even these heinous criminals will be grateful to you." The warden pointed in the direction of the cell. Indeed, there was a crowd of people behind the iron bars. Many criminals were looking in the direction of Sheffield. They must have been inspired by God and were sweet-mouthed to the slave owner.
"I hope they can be freed soon?" Sheffield didn't feel anything was wrong, nor did he think there was anything wrong with these criminals who were sentenced heavily because of his collusion with the state court.
Instead, he counted on his fingers the labor force he had obtained. Not counting the three private prisons in Texas that had no expiration date, there were currently 17 prisons contracted by various southern states. The only drawback was that few of them had no expiration date. Most prisons had a ten-year contract, and some had only a short five-year contract.
There is a contract deadline, which makes Sheffield dissatisfied. As a businessman, he naturally hopes that it will last as long as possible, preferably forever. What can a five-year contract do?
"In fact, it's good for us to stir up infighting among the criminals, but of course it can't be too obvious." Sheffield pondered for a moment and said to the warden, "When the states arrest criminals, they don't keep detailed files. In other words, the state government doesn't know how many criminals there are in the prison, so when you report it, report a lower number of criminals. This will be good for production."
In fact, this is almost the same as drawing a salary without working, but the United Company is a private enterprise, and it is certainly impossible for it to empty the prison for a little subsidy. After careful calculation of overreporting and underreporting, it is more beneficial to profits to report underreporting the number of criminals.
Because too many prisons were contracted this time, the original prison management talents were not enough. He had already sent a telegram to Manila to hand over the prison system to the military. The prison management talents of the United Company were now going back to their country. After such a long time, I believe that the military in Manila has understood how to make a profit in the prison system. The slave owner has reached the point where he has hidden his merits and fame, and now he has turned around to solve domestic problems.
The actual problem now is to cool down the process of arresting black people as much as possible. Judging from the frequency of major newspapers, it can be said that it has been successful so far. Citizens' attention has shifted from women's rights to regular gossip. Sheffield's failure to respond to his relationship with Edith Rockefeller is seen by others as a guilty conscience.
After a period of information bombardment, just when the heat was about to pass, the United Company stated through the New Orleans Morning Post that it reserved the right to pursue legal action against the rumormongers. This completely angered the night soil collector who regarded himself as the uncrowned king. Even the tough governments of the southern states compromised. This businessman dared not to accept the supervision of public opinion.
"William, why do you want to bother with these night soil collectors?" McHale asked in confusion, "There is no benefit in getting involved with them."
"Without a few months, the police department can't solve all the problems. I want to buy time for the Democrats. It doesn't matter. The United Company has always stood with the Democrats. It's no big deal to come out and help cover it up. Besides, why don't I dare to do anything to those dung collectors? As long as I'm alive, the United Company will always be mine. I don't have to worry about dealing with elections all the time. Those dung collectors are biting me today, and I will bite them all my life."
Sheffield said nonchalantly that it was a small matter and that it was worth it to tangle with the police departments of various states in order to buy time. After all the problems were solved, he would naturally have time to settle accounts with these excrement collectors.
Relying on the New Orleans Morning Post, Sheffield began a long war of throwing dung against the public opinion against him. Every piece of fake news against him was collected and used as evidence to sue the other party. He is a businessman, not a politician, and he doesn't care about lawsuits.
(End of this chapter)
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