Chapter 373 Husband, it’s time to take medicine
For various reasons, the American Medical Association, headquartered in Chicago, did not immediately express its attention to this. Fear is like a plague, and residents always want to find something to prevent it, regardless of whether it is useful or not. Even so, the American Medical Association is still as quiet as a chicken.
"Some newspapers have published some inappropriate reports at this time. Isn't it a bit too much? Chicago is like this now." Anne, with sweat on her forehead, was calculating the accounts of various branches with a pen. She could only chat with the slave owner to ease her tearful accusations against the capitalist society.
"Let's continue calculating!" Sheffield said in a comfortable voice while leaning back in the recliner. "The Yankees are in trouble. The Southern newspapers are being very restrained in gloating over their misfortune. You should know that our last president was assassinated by a murderer who saw the newspaper. If it hadn't been for warning, you would have seen even more blatant ridicule. This kind of thing cannot be stopped. No one can control all public opinion."
Sheffield didn't have the ability to delete posts with one click, so how could he stop the Southern media from gloating? Yankees and Dixies just don't like each other, and that's real.
"For example, what is the art of speaking?" Annie moved her wrists. There were still some remaining accounts on her left hand, but fortunately there were not many, which made her secretly relieved.
"Let me give you an example of the sarcastic words in the newspapers. You know that the population of New Orleans is booming. If something happens, such as someone doing something heroic, and the person who does the heroic thing is a Yankee who has just moved to New Orleans, honey, do you know how to report this?" Sheffield asked with a smile, sitting up.
"It's just a normal report. Is there any other story behind it?" Annie looked confused. What's the point of this?
"If this was really a heroic act, the newspapers would emphasize that this person was a New Orleans citizen. If it was a robbery case and it was reported as a heroic act, then the newspapers would emphasize that this person was a Yankee, because he was a Yankee and brought his bad habits to us. In the end, the police department found out that it was a heroic act, and he became an enthusiastic citizen of New Orleans again." Sheffield sneered, "To put it simply, good things are ours and bad things are the Yankees'. If our locals do bad things, it won't be reported."
"Is this possible?" Anne was taught another lesson on her way to becoming the hostess of a joint company.
"Humans are animals without self-awareness, flattering the powerful and bullying the weak. This is very normal. I am one of them." Sheffield said while eating a watermelon. "The Yankees also see us in this way. Neither side should say anything about the other. As for the citizens of the Midwest, maybe they think both the Yankees and the Dixies are assholes."
After spitting out the watermelon seeds, Annie looked up again and started writing furiously, calculating the accounts sent by various branches, as hardworking as a lioness.
"Among the industries currently listed, the United Fruit Company has a market value of 82 million US dollars, the supermarket chain has a market value of 92 million US dollars, the Coca-Cola Company has a market value of 10.3 million, and Pepsi's profit is one-third of Coca-Cola's, but it is not listed. The more eye-catching one is the United Tobacco Company, which has a market value of 10 million at the latest since its establishment. This is really surprising!" After a long time, Annie finally calculated the reporting accounts of the listed companies and said in surprise, "Not counting the market value of most of the stocks you hold, the profits of the four companies are 53.5 million, which is comparable to many large companies when added together. If you take into account the cash compensation received from the federal government, then..."
"Don't count it, it's almost enough!" Sheffield stretched out his hand to stop him, "We still have to consider the investment. Many industries are not profitable and need this money to continue to invest. Besides, I have lost a lot of money."
The slave owner's meaning was clear. He could not keep the money. He asked, "It's the same as before. Convert the cash into gold to preserve its value. This will cause low profit margins. As for the tax issue, check if there are any loopholes in the tax filing team."
Sheffield had always just listened to the stock value and net worth, but never took them seriously. He said with some envy, "I can't imagine how much money James Duke can make in a year."
"The boss of British American Tobacco Company?" Anne was very kind and immediately remembered the name. It was the help of the domestic market of the United States that occupied 70 percent of the market share.
Or it was the result of the great popularity of the Nigger brand cigarettes launched by United Tobacco Company last year. Obviously, the profits of the tobacco industry made her husband very jealous, and this jealousy had been gnawing at the slave owner's heart like an ant.
"It could be him or someone else. His current assets are conservatively at least the same as Morgan's. This is because he spent a lot of money. In more than 20 years, he acquired more than 200 tobacco companies. Otherwise, his personal wealth is almost the same as that of the Rockefeller family. He is simply printing money." Sheffield's face was full of envy and jealousy. How rich can a tobacco company that occupies 70% of the domestic market and is also conducting international business be?
Seeing her husband's face twisted as if he was in great pain, Anne couldn't help but laugh.
"Do you think this is a conspiracy against U.S. Steel?" Morgan looked at his son with loving eyes and encouraged him. "Yes, at least you are cautious enough. It is not unreasonable to think that this is an attack by Rockefeller and Sheffield on the steel industry, but my judgment is different from yours. If this matter is done well, it will actually be beneficial to us."
"Father, what do you mean?" Morgan frowned slightly, not yet thinking of the next level of meaning.
"So far, we have not seen that United Corporation has any interest in this matter, at least not directly. If you just think that it is using water pollution as an excuse to cause trouble for the Chicago steel industry. In fact, this is not fatal. With the assets of U.S. Steel, it is very easy to resolve this matter. The real unlucky ones are the small steel mills. Their collapse will only further consolidate the status of the two giants in the steel industry." Morgan said very confidently, "This should be done by the Rockefeller family. They chose the medical industry as an industry for further development."
"Is that so? But this incident has definitely affected our steel company. Even the Rockefeller family can't do such a thing." Morgan Jr. said with dissatisfaction.
"Then you are wrong, my son. Think about the other most important industry of our family?" Morgan shook his finger and reminded, "Insurance industry, although there are a lot of capitals in the industry, some are rivals and some are allies. In the steel industry, we are only competitors with Standard Oil and United. But in this matter, if the Rockefeller family succeeds, it will not only promote the medical industry, but also the insurance industry."
If Morgan had to choose between the two industries, he would definitely choose the insurance industry, which he had more control over, rather than the steel industry, which he had less control over. At least in this matter, it was definitely another boost for the insurance industry.
"Disease insurance should be followed up immediately. Our insured persons must feel on paper that this is a very worthwhile insurance!" Morgan urged his son. Although the insurance industry newspapers said that the insurance industry would not pay this or that, he had already concluded that the insurance industry would have new developments like the medical industry.
For Morgan, Sheffield and many others outside the vortex, is this also a crisis? What many people see as a storm is just a gentle spring breeze in their eyes, which may even inspire good ideas.
But for many people in Chicago, this is a storm that destroys everything. Fortunately, we are not in a period of economic depression recently, otherwise life will become very difficult for these people.
It was because of the economic prosperity that many people had a certain amount of savings, which allowed them to seek medical treatment. Mary was a food worker who lived in Evanston, and her husband was a coke worker. Because of their hard work, although they still had some difficulties under the pressure of life, they were still able to get by compared to other families, until her husband fell ill for unknown reasons.
Although it was heartbreaking that the disease could not be cured and all the burdens of life fell on Mary, the housewife still did her best to maintain the family, supporting her bedridden husband and two children, dreaming that her husband would recover one day.
Mary, a so-called food worker, was always able to carry a little food to feed the family. But when all the rumors about water pollution came out, Mary was convinced that her husband's condition had not improved because of the water pollution.
For this purpose, Mary used her meager savings to buy medicine from a senior pharmacist. She fed her husband the medicine on time every day. She helped her husband up, holding the cup with the medicine she had just taken, and whispered, "Bute, it's time to take the medicine."
"Why do I feel like my health is getting worse after drinking this medicine recently?" Butt sat up weakly. His thin body made it hard to imagine that he used to be a coke worker.
"Don't say that. Many neighbors have bought the medicine specially prepared by the pharmacist." Mary smiled with a hint of helplessness. She thought that her husband's behavior was just a psychological effect. How could something go wrong when so many people had bought it?
"Okay!" Butt frowned and smelled it. He didn't know what the smell of this unknown liquid was, but he still forced himself to drink it while resisting vomiting.
(End of this chapter)
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