Chapter 322 Assassination of the President
This battle of throwing feces lasted until November. This time, Sheffield made everyone understand that he was really different from the Democratic state governments in the southern states. Not only did he not show any signs of decline, but as time went by, more and more newspapers received letters from the United Company's lawyers. This was definitely not just talk.
The constant flow of lawyers' letters almost made these newspapers shout that monopoly imperialism is invincible. Then they enthusiastically regarded the lawyers' letters as medals of honor to prove that their newspapers were not afraid of power.
The largest company in the South came forward in person to cover up the governments of the Democratic states. The bigwigs of the Democratic Party in the South knew this very well, so they naturally did things in a high-profile manner and kept a low profile, taking the opportunity to build a fence and make good use of the time bought by the United Company.
The slaveholders' pastime these days is to watch others scold them, and then use the New Orleans Morning Post to scold them back. Even Edith Rockefeller often calls to ask him to keep quiet.
"That's a dream. I didn't do anything wrong!" Sheffield flatly refused while holding the phone. "They have freedom of speech. If they want to criticize the federal government, that's their freedom. If they want to criticize me, they have to go to court. I will definitely bring them to court one by one. I will not compromise on this matter."
"Some Republicans also asked me to communicate with you and ask if we should stop quarreling in public opinion." Edith Rockefeller sighed and said insincerely, "I have no choice but to ask you. Of course, whether you can bypass them or not is your freedom."
"Even if I let them go now, I will still be an enemy of free speech. So the price I paid cannot be in vain, and I naturally cannot forgive them." Sheffield spoke a truth that only slave owners can, and he felt that his literary literacy had risen sharply recently because of the recent verbal battles. "The greatest evil is not doing evil, but doing evil incompletely. Physical annihilation is what an imperial country does. A republican country like ours pursues a spiritual victory, and I must win."
After hanging up the phone, Sheffield continued to read the newspaper. A beautiful figure pushed the door open and left. Natalia walked slowly and sat next to the man. She said slowly with hesitation on her face, "My brother is not having a very smooth time finding a job."
When Sheffield, who was holding the newspaper, heard this, the image of "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't despise the young and poor" flashed through his mind. He turned over and teased with a smile, "I remember your brother was a confident and favored child. What happened? He was beaten up when he entered society. Now I finally know that this real society is far more complicated than when I was in school."
"Seeing him looking so sad all day, I feel bad too." Natalia sighed and glanced over, saying coquettishly, "He's my brother, why don't you care?"
"As a slave owner, I can't interfere with a real talent like your brother. It would be bad if I delayed his development!" Sheffield wanted to hold back his laughter, but he couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud. "Haha, your brother has always hated the rich since he was a child. Now he knows the happiness of being rich, right? He probably still doesn't know. The happiness of rich people is beyond his imagination..."
Isn't the situation that Natalia's brother is facing now a very common one? Are the things learned in school the same as the real society? They are completely different! Almost everyone who graduates from school will be beaten up by the real society and receive a re-education in their values. What's the big deal?
Sheffield looked like he was enjoying the show, which made Natalia angry. She snorted, "You don't even help my brother. I guess you just don't like me."
"Hey! Aren't you looking for trouble? You are you and your brother is your brother. These are two different issues." Sheffield rolled up the newspaper and said helplessly, "Besides, your brother looks so arrogant. Does he need my help?"
Although Sheffield has always been in a good mood, he has been scolded recently, so his mentality has naturally been affected a little. If a scene of his brother-in-law being beaten by society appeared at this time, he would naturally be happy to see it.
Natalia jumped onto Sheffield, holding the slave owner's head with both hands, gnashing her teeth and said viciously, "Do you care about my brother?"
Humph! Sheffield raised his head with difficulty and said vaguely, "Who cares!"
Under heavy pressure, Sheffield had to prepare a recommendation letter and asked, "What is Ogle's major?"
"News media!" Natalia did not get off, but answered while sitting on Sheffield's legs.
"Why learn to be a night soil collector?" Sheffield commented with a sarcastic smile, "You don't really think those night soil collectors are so glamorous, do you? If I send out this letter of recommendation today, will it help someone who causes trouble for me in the future?"
"No, no!" Natalia held Sheffield's head and kissed him hard, boo...
For William McKinley, the first year of his second term was definitely not a comfortable year. The public opinion environment of that year made him very worried. First, the women's rights issue broke out, and then newspapers from the North and the South started a war of words. All kinds of bad news were always in sight. Now, the war of words between the United Corporation and the public opinion has become the most acceptable thing. At least gossip news is always better than public opinion focusing on politics.
William McKinley, who had been in a state of mental tension, finally had a chance to relax and began his original vacation trip. In fact, apart from the turmoil in public opinion, various indicators of the United States were still rising, and the citizen class was very satisfied with the current life. Even he, the president, understood why the citizen class was so angry.
But now it had nothing to do with him. He was ready to enjoy his vacation. He had been looking forward to this break for a long time. On this day, McKinley came to the Expo site under layers of guard and delivered a passionate speech. The next day, McKinley and his entourage took a special plane to visit Niagara Falls, located at the border between the United States and Canada, according to the scheduled schedule. Afterwards, he attended a grand reception held in the Expo concert hall.
The reception was attended by guests from all walks of life, all dressed in fine clothes, paying tribute to the president who came here. The economic depression seemed to be a thing of the past, and the United States of America, which entered the 20th century, became bigger and stronger every day than before. Against this background, everyone had a good impression of the current president.
William McKinley, accompanied by his wife, also greeted the guests. Courtesy and modesty always win the favor of the citizen class. Although William McKinley did not know this oriental word, the principle was the same. He accepted all the guests who came to him and used this occasion to show the president's affinity.
Guests from all walks of life gathered. They lined up in a long queue, waiting for the opportunity to shake hands with the president they had long admired. This opportunity was rare, and they could brag about it to their relatives and friends when they returned home.
As he got closer, Leon Jorgos had already seen the current President of the United States, William McKinley. He suppressed his excitement and mingled in the enthusiastic crowd, getting closer and closer to McKinley. He held his breath, suppressed his excitement, quietly took out the gun from his pocket, wrapped his right hand with a white bandage-like cloth, and hid the pistol inside. He nervously looked for the traces of the guards and found that they were scanning the crowd waiting to shake hands with the president, and did not notice his actions at all, so he was secretly delighted.
Facing McKinley's right hand, he stretched out his left hand. While McKinley was stunned, he quickly pushed McKinley's hand away with his left hand, pulled the trigger with his right hand, and shot McKinley twice in the abdomen. McKinley's snow-white shirt was quickly stained with glaring blood.
"Oh, my God!" The gunshots were followed by people's screams. Everyone was stunned by the sudden change. Amid the screams, the surrounding guards rushed forward and pinned Leon Jorgos to the ground, capturing the criminal who attempted to assassinate the president on the spot. Another group of people hurriedly carried the shot president away.
The news of the president's assassination quickly snatched the shit-throwing war between the United Corporation and the newspapers. There was no news more explosive than the assassination of the president. Citizens who did not know the details for a while prayed in their hearts that the president who brought prosperity was safe.
"That nasty Yankee was assassinated!" Gale pushed the door open and walked in, gloating like pouring beans, telling Sheffield and John Connor about the big event that had just happened, his face beaming with joy, unable to suppress his excitement.
"Oh, Gail, can you pretend to be sad? This is the president of our country." Sheffield's face changed for a while, then he restrained his expression and angrily rebuked Gail for his disregard for the overall situation, and said softly, "Let's talk about this issue later."
John Connor stood there. He had just received the order and came in. He said cautiously, "Boss, what do you want from me?"
"It's okay, nothing's wrong now." Sheffield shrugged. We can't tell the savior, let's talk about finding an opportunity to kill the president, right? Now someone is taking over the business, we don't need to do it ourselves.
Sheffield just remembered that his important mission as a historical defender was to maintain the historical order and get rid of the president. But now it seems that the president only lived for two more months and still could not escape the crushing of historical inertia.
Now that it has happened, the issue we should think about now is not assassinating the president, but we should take the opportunity to resolve some issues.
(End of this chapter)
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