Chapter 500 Nothing to do today!
Looking down at the long white procession under the building, Morgan frowned tightly, and was obviously very satisfied with the scene. He came back to his senses with a cold face and said impatiently to Rockefeller, who looked relaxed, "You really look like a guest here. Look at the so-called KKK members below."
"Why are you looking at them?" Rockefeller Jr. asked back with a nonchalant look, "It's just a parade."
"It's just a parade? To be honest, I don't know what William is thinking. This incident must be related to him. Of course, he can use some means to win the election, but inciting citizens to gather is very dangerous. These potential mobs are very dangerous." Morgan Jr. was furious and very disappointed that Rockefeller Jr. was not vigilant enough. "This reminds me of the financial crisis at the end of last year. There were also long queues of people who were desperate. These bastards ran banks one after another and bankrupted them."
Isn't it because you put all the bank reserves into the stock market, turning a normal bank into an empty bank? What's wrong with people taking your cash? Little Rockefeller really wants to ask, is the bank's money yours?
However, Rockefeller Jr. partially agreed with Morgan Jr.'s idea. This kind of civil organization is indeed very dangerous. If it is not handled properly, it will become a factor of social instability. Civilians are armed but scattered, so the risk is still controllable. But as a class, if they unite, they will be in trouble.
"I believe William can also realize this. He is just using these people to build momentum. Otherwise, they would have existed in the South for a long time and would not have started making trouble now." Rockefeller Jr. signaled Morgan Jr. to relax and made an analogy, "It's like raising a dog. Usually it is tied up to guard the house, and now it is let out on purpose. But I believe William can control the situation, and he will deal with this issue after the election."
"I hope so. We should not do this kind of thing again." Morgan thought for a moment and said, "No, I still have to tell the New York Police Department to ban this kind of parade in downtown New York. It has delayed the work of many people."
Rockefeller Jr. just shrugged and said nothing, meaning it's up to you. Unlike the flamboyant Morgan Jr., he inherited the Rockefeller family's rigor and did not have the habit of showing off his presence at any time.
Even though he had decided in his heart to talk to Sheffield about this matter, he would not say anything until he got his attitude.
Rip! Sheffield yelled at Edith Rockefeller, "Get a belt."
The only sound in the room was sobbing. Edith Rockefeller looked at her son, whose eyes were filled with fear, and begged, "I beg you to stop hitting him. He is your son, too. How can you be so cruel?"
"It's good for him to beat him! I just beat him with a belt to prevent him from getting hurt outside." Sheffield held up his pants, with anger still on his face. "It's really interesting. He even dared to kick my bodyguard. How did you teach him? If you can't teach him well, I will take him away this time. Many mines are in need of miners, especially those who don't need money."
Seeing Edith Rockefeller motionless, Sheffield shouted again, "Bring me another one! Can't you see my belt is broken? You want me to go out with my pants held up?"
"Oh!" After hearing her man's intention to stop for the time being, Edith Rockefeller went to look for her belt with tears in her eyes.
After a while, Sheffield came out with a smile on his face. Outside the villa, there were many bodyguards from the Black Gold Company. Jesla said reluctantly, "Boss, it's just a child. Just talk to him."
"No, without the necessary deterrent force, he will only go too far." Sheffield moved his wrist. It was obvious that giving his son a complete childhood made the slave owner feel particularly comfortable. A childhood without beatings is incomplete!
Seeing that the election was getting closer, Sheffield seemed fine, but psychological factors caused his sleep quality to deteriorate. This morning, he saw William Rockefeller kicking his bodyguard. The next moment, he decided to give his son a complete childhood.
It's just the time for him to have a complete childhood. Flowers in the greenhouse will sooner or later experience storms. It's better to beat them yourself than to be beaten by others. At least the slave owner won't beat his son to death, but others may.
The effect is very good, at least for Sheffield. He feels that his anxiety during this period has been reduced a lot. It turns out that appropriate exercise is still necessary in life.
Acting in front of a bunch of black gold bodyguards? It's not that there is no reason for this, but the main reason is Sheffield itself. In the eyes of these bodyguards, their boss respects them very much, and this respect will only gain them greater respect in return.
Even Edith Rockefeller thought her man was buying into people's feelings and complained over lunch.
"Do you think everyone in the country is my bodyguard? We all have to give in to him? You know the public security in Chicago very well. Some dangers can happen at any time. It's a good thing to feel pain, so that he won't grow up without fear." Sheffield took a piece of bread, and then squeezed it hard. He put it in his mouth and said vaguely, "You should also let him know what to do and what not to do. Blindly spoiling him won't solve the problem."
He just wanted to beat his son today, what does it have to do with winning people's hearts? Of course, looking back now, it is quite appropriate, the slave owner who felt particularly happy after beating his son thought.
In the afternoon, Sheffield received a call from Rockefeller Jr. After listening for a long time, he finally understood what the other party meant and responded calmly, "From ancient times to the present, in any country, these people have only one role: cannon fodder. Of course, I understand that there will be a little danger, but now what I care most about is victory. It will calm down after the election."
Sheffield had no need to hide anything from Rockefeller Jr. He honestly confessed that the KKK members were to be used and discarded. After hanging up the phone, he curled his lips and said, "You are quite class-sensitive. You really know where the real threat comes from, rather than race."
"Nothing to do today!" Sheffield blurted out the famous saying of Louis XVI. So what if the most divisive election since the Civil War has occurred? It's just an election, not the second Civil War.
"As for this national election, various signs indicate that Mr. Taft, as a close friend of President Roosevelt, has served as a judge, attorney general, and governor-general of the Philippines. He has many years of experience in political handling and can be said to be a true politician. On the other hand, Alton Parker and William Bryan, who together represent the Democratic camp, can be said to have rich experience in losing elections. Although Alton Parker is a judge, he has not held an executive position for a long time, and his control over the country is very questionable. As for Mr. William Bryan, we can only admire his indomitable courage. According to some news from uncertain sources, William Bryan has become disillusioned with politics, and being Alton Parker's partner is just fulfilling his promise. We cannot blame him for this, and we should be more tolerant of the participants." The New York Times wrote before the election.
The New York Times has almost placed the White House position on the Republican candidate. Today's Nothing is happening is very suitable for the New York Times on this day. According to this newspaper, the Republican Party's suppression of the Democratic Party is long-term and there is no loosening at the moment. If nothing unexpected happens, the Republican Party will achieve a four-year consecutive victory.
The day before the national election, Sheffield prepared a candlelight dinner for Edith Rockefeller and, of course, prepared enough alcohol so that she could drink it and sleep through the night to avoid being upset by watching the progress of the election.
The sudden surprise made Edith Rockefeller forget the trauma of her son's childhood. It was as if she was attending a grand ball. With excitement, her gaze towards Sheffield seemed to melt everything.
"I don't know what to say now. If possible, I would like to go back to the past and wait for you to grow up before marrying you." When clinking glasses, Edith Rockefeller was a little incoherent, full of tenderness and sweetness.
"What you said gives me the illusion that I'm very handsome!" Sheffield laughed. He looked like an ordinary person. Apart from his wealth and billions, everything else about him was just so-so.
Edith Rockefeller decided to reward the man who surprised her tonight. The alcohol did not work that night, but Sheffield slept soundly the next day as usual to replenish the energy consumed by carrying the heavy load.
On the first Monday of November 1908, the quadrennial presidential election kicked off again. Voters from east to west across six time zones came out of their homes to exercise their right to vote and elect Augustus of the new Roman Empire for the next four years. Huge crowds gathered at polling stations everywhere. Only at this sacred moment, these voters were not workers with a hard life, farmers working in the fields, hungry day laborers, or discriminated blacks. Instead, they were the masters of this country until this time tomorrow.
Every voter is making a careful decision, choosing the one who seems to be on his or her side from among the candidates selected by those in power.
Rockefeller Manor, Morgan Building, Wall Street, factory owners, and farmers were also waiting with bated breath for the final result. The most tense presidential election since the Civil War officially began. Almost all black people with the right to vote showed up at the polling stations, doing everything they could to prevent the election from electing a candidate who was hostile to them to enter the White House.
(End of this chapter)
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