Chapter 343 Jessla's Mission
"Oh, there is no suitable agent!" When it was late at night, Sheffield tossed and turned. Naturally, he did not appreciate Wilson's little tricks against the elite class.
Although he knew that happy education would ruin a generation, he didn't care so much for the sake of his class's stability. He must promote it sooner rather than later. But Wilson was an anti-elite education person. Not only did he have nothing to do with happy education, he even wanted to popularize elite education to the citizen class. Isn't this preparing to dig up the ancestors' graves of slave owners?
But even so, Sheffield still felt that he should help Wilson, at least indirectly. Life is not a game, and it is wishful thinking to want to find another person who holds exactly the same views as you. It is not easy to find a politician with similar positions, so we can only seek common ground while reserving differences.
At least on the issue of black people, Sheffield and Wilson had a lot in common. Wilson was very academic, which led to many idealistic views, but he was not idealistic at all on racial issues. He said one thing and did another. He hoped that other countries would have self-determination, but he attacked ethnic minorities in his own country. This is what a politician should do. Politicians should be shameless.
Real estate businessmen do have some similarities to Roosevelt's style of scolding foreign countries and then scolding domestic people, but it is not conducive to publicity.
This was the first time Sheffield had accommodated another person, a man! During these days at Princeton University, he deeply concealed his true nature and talked with Wilson about the issue of national self-determination.
Wilson already advocated national self-determination at this time, which was something Sheffield had not expected.
"Every nation should have its own motherland. If different nations stay in one country, huge conflicts are inevitable!" Wilson vowed. "In fact, taking the Qing Dynasty where Stuart was born as an example, the Manchus should give up their ruling power. This kind of rule is not long-lasting. They should return to their own land. If the two groups do not come into contact, they will live in peace."
Sheffield made a tactical retreat, with several expressions on his face in an instant. He said dryly, "For many countries in the Asian continent, the problem has existed for a long time. American countries were all established by immigrants, and different places have different rules. Even Europe has multi-ethnic countries, such as the Austro-Hungarian Empire. So Mr. Wilson, this issue is very complicated."
Are the Han people willing to let the Manchus withdraw from the Great Wall? Many people should be willing. The early Tongmenghui hoped to recover the Han territory, which was based on the existence of the Qing Dynasty. If the Qing Dynasty was gone, the Han people at that time would definitely not agree. There is only a small amount of land south of the Great Wall, which is smaller than British India. There is a huge resource gap. It would be stupid to agree.
If only the Han areas are in hand, there will be huge gaps in all aspects. If the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is not in hand, you have to depend on others for water. If the Northwest is not in hand, energy issues are easily blocked, and if the Northeast is not in hand, you can't even have enough food. On the contrary, Mongolia's mineral resources are already the least painful, but if Mongolia is lost, it will increase security risks.
Now in the United States, Sheffield naturally did his best to make his country stronger, but there was no need for him to be fanatical and deliberately betray his motherland. Wilson's national self-determination fooled many Chinese people, which was really a source of endless harm.
"Once they achieve national self-determination, the Chinese will certainly be grateful to our country and may even become allies of the United States." Wilson continued to narrate. Not to mention that he moved the slave owners but did not dare to touch them, he certainly moved himself.
Thank you? Sheffield wanted to laugh in his heart. If the netizens of the Republic of China in the future knew Wilson's thoughts, thank you! We should thank Wilson's eight generations of ancestors, who would rather not be an ally of the United States than want their country's land to become as big as India.
No wonder this self-satisfied thinking later became the norm of the United States' diplomacy and created the mainstream American foreign policy thinking, that is, American values are applicable everywhere and should be promoted. In summary, the United States intervenes in other countries for the sake of the interests of democracy and freedom of other countries.
But even so, Sheffield still donated $200,000 to help Wilson develop Princeton University. There is always a need for adjustment between the financier and the agent. There is no other Sheffield in the world, otherwise he would pay to support another himself to run for president.
Just like Stuart, from a personal perspective he loved China very much and had done nothing wrong to China personally, but at the national level, what the Soviet Union gave to China was not available to the United States, so Stuart was destined to be a tragedy.
Sheffield stayed at Princeton University for a total of one month. He successfully controlled Wilson's thoughts and also controlled Stuart Leighton. Then he went directly to Chicago. He was now in urgent need of brainwashing. If he stayed here for too long, it might affect his slave owner traits.
The wishful thinking of the politicians in the United States almost polluted the pure hearts of the slave owners. How could this be possible?
It was a good opportunity to take advantage of this time to see my daughter who had been born, and Edith Rockefeller, who had already had a son and a daughter. Edith Rockefeller was such a practical weapon that giving birth was not a problem for her at all. Moreover, the United States did not have the habit of confinement after childbirth, so she recovered very quickly.
"My daughter's name is Catherine Rockefeller!" Edith Rockefeller said happily as she watched Sheffield carefully holding his daughter. "You seem to be very doting on your daughter. You are much more careful than when little William was born."
"A boy should suffer more setbacks and should be beaten when necessary. Girls are different and should be well protected." Sheffield's male chauvinism broke out, but he still deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I hope Catherine grows up safely and happily. Of course, I will never treat her badly no matter what she wants. The women in our family actually only need one skill, which is spending money!"
"Her last name is Rockefeller!" Edith Rockefeller reminded calmly, "She has the same last name as me."
"This is an important factor in your eventual divorce!" Sheffield grinned, thinking that this oil princess was too bad at talking and didn't give her man any face at all. After all, she had been carrying the burden for such a long time, and even if he had no credit, he had worked hard.
Putting his sleeping daughter down, Sheffield gestured, and the two left the cozy bedroom and sat down in the living room to chat. Edith Rockefeller then asked with interest, "Where is the head of the bodyguard who often follows you?"
"I asked him to do something. It's safer to use one of our own people." Sheffield forced out a strange smile, but he was obviously unwilling to talk more about it. He changed the subject and said, "It seems that since Morgan mediated the coal conflict, our president has rarely appeared in public recently."
"Morgan really stole the show this time!" Edith Rockefeller nodded in agreement. "Morgan received widespread praise for mediating the two sides of the coal strike. The White House may be a little uncomfortable, especially for Roosevelt, who expressed his concern for the coal strike twice, but in the end Morgan got everything. No one would pretend that nothing happened."
"Great! This strike was not in vain. Let me ask you a question. There were conflicts between private armed forces and miners in the mines in Pennsylvania. Was it your brother who did it?" Sheffield suddenly thought of this question. He hadn't thought about it when he first heard about it, but when he thought about the Rockefeller family's early operations in Pennsylvania, he finally felt that there must be something fishy about this matter.
"How about I ask for you?" Edith Rockefeller rolled her eyes at Sheffield and said, "Do you think I can find out?"
Of course, there was no way to find out. Even if Rockefeller Jr. did it, he would not tell his sister, because once Edith Rockefeller knew about it, Sheffield would be close to being an insider.
The missing bodyguard leader, Jesla, had already set foot on Panamanian soil. With important instructions from his boss, he came to plan an important operation in person. After communicating with the manager of the local Black Gold Company, he asked, "After the project starts, where will our workers live and what will their relationship with the locals be like?"
"As for the relationship with the locals, to be honest, it's not a very good one. The local Panamanians are very disgusted with our black workers and the workers transported from Puerto Rico, and our workers have indeed done a lot of things that are intolerable. Many crimes were suppressed by us and the Panamanian government." The manager knew that Jesla came here on behalf of the boss, and did not dare to explain the situation here in detail.
"Oh, where do our workers live? Give me the distribution map, and there's nothing else to do." Jesla nodded and asked the canal project manager for a map, on which the locations of the United Company's workers were marked.
Gatun Lake is an important part of the canal project. Strictly speaking, it is a semi-artificial lake that uses the original river channel to store water. The original waterway, which was not so large, was expanded by casting a dam, saving the cost of excavation, ensuring the smooth flow of the canal and supplying water to the canal sluices during the dry season.
Jesla carefully compared the location of the dam and the residence of the canal workers. He did not come out of his room for several hours. The table was covered with calculation papers. Under the dim light, the tip of the compass in Jesla's hand was fixed on the location of the Gatun Lake Dam, and a black line was drawn directly to the location of the construction site dormitory.
(End of this chapter)
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