Chapter 504 The Beginning of a Private Revenge
What Sheffield hopes is that the era of the Republican Party being the only dominant force in the United States will become history, and that from now on we will enter an era of true balance. Of course, some Republicans may not be mentally prepared for this and feel it is a bit hasty, but the Democrats who are ready to take over also feel it is hasty. This is the same for both sides.
The last time the Republican monopoly was broken, President Cleveland fired 200,000 Republican civil servants in one go. He made great contributions to the Democratic Party's reorganization of the federal government. Now another twelve years have passed. Sheffield believes that liquidation is inevitable. It is just a matter of who will be the one and what will be the one. The same emperor appoints his own ministers, and this is true everywhere.
Compared to the Democrats who were immersed in great joy, Sheffield was very calm, just winning for four years. He had been through so many elections and had accumulated enough experience of failure. This significant victory did not make the slave owner feel much sense of substitution. As mentioned before, he was just the financial backer of the Democratic Party, and the Democratic Party was not his. Would he devote himself to the cause until his death? That did not exist!
"The weather is getting cold. Let's take the children to New Orleans. I'll go to New York first and come back soon." Sheffield blew lightly at the top hat in his hand to blow away the dust on it, packed his luggage and prepared to rush to New York.
"You've won everything, so why are you going to New York?" Edith Rockefeller was very curious and asked her children while holding their hands.
Having experienced a complete childhood, William Rockefeller obviously learned some useful lessons from the beatings of society, and a small consequence was that he and Sheffield were not very close recently. But after hearing the conversation between his mother and father, he still showed his curiosity.
"Go and beat the man when he's down. You're not going to do this just because I'm doing charity, are you? I'm a supporter of the Democratic Party, and now I have to do my job within my ability." Sheffield smiled evilly, "Even if I go to comfort the Republicans, will they believe me? Are there any idiots in this world who believe in the opposite side!"
Speaking of this, the slave owner paused slightly. What he just said seemed too deadly. Sometimes there are such groups of idiots.
In the late Soviet Union, from the late 1980s to the late 1990s, many Russians had this kind of naivety that was almost idiotic. In their view, the beacon of humanity across the Pacific Ocean was Russia's savior. If Russia wanted to embark on the road to revival, it must listen more to the voices from across the ocean.
These people imagine the United States as a model of efficient capitalism, a friendly country that is willing to help Russia develop its economy and gradually succeed. Based on this imagination, a bizarre logic naturally emerges: if Russia wants to become as rich as the United States, it must listen to the advice of American diplomats and economists. If Russia becomes rich, then it is naturally the best. If the country is still poor, it can only show that the root of the problem is that the Russians have not taken the advice of the West seriously enough.
These people don't even think about what the relationship is between their country and the United States of America? A country that almost cornered the United States 20 years ago actually thinks that its former enemy will let bygones be bygones.
When young people went to Europe to clean toilets, scientists became impoverished, and athletes trained by the country with huge sums of money sold their bodies, the Russians finally woke up a little, but it was too late.
In fact, from the perspective of the 21st century, what Reagan did was similar to what real estate businessmen did. He used all his strength to hit the Seven Injury Punch. When Brezhnev heard that hippie culture was spreading from the United States, he was ecstatic and thought that the United States was not far from being destroyed. In the late Soviet Union, the Kremlin was ruled by old men. Isn't the White House also ruled by old men? Reagan became president at the age of 70, and Bush, who took office eight years later, was very young?
"Why can't the Republican Party come up with a Gomap to lead the Democratic Party from one victory to another?" Sheffield looked at the scenery outside the car window that was quickly moving backwards, and felt that fate was so unfair to him. He had worked hard for twelve years to achieve such a small result, and he still had to be cautious.
New York City is the undisputed center of the United States. Its busy streets and well-dressed crowds all prove how glamorous this place is. But as for the homeless people in the dark corners and the vulnerable beggars, are they also considered human beings?
Morgan Jr. took Sheffield's arrival very seriously. In terms of corporate scale, the United Company itself was worthy of attention, not to mention that the other party was now in high spirits. It was unknown what kind of promise he would get from Alton Parker.
Morgan Jr. was wrong. Sheffield got nothing except a promise to settle a personal grudge. He was just one of the beneficiaries of the tariff issue, and he could not be blamed for sharing the benefits.
Sheffield did not refuse Morgan's intimate gesture. He came here to ask for help, so he naturally lowered his attitude. The two of them seemed very familiar with each other, reflecting the indestructible friendship of the monopoly bourgeoisie. They entered the Morgan Building almost arm in arm.
"From this perspective, the value of this headquarters is extraordinary." Sheffield often looked down at New York from the window of Morgan and his son, and sighed, "It feels different to be up high. I think I can consider building a building in New Orleans to experience this feeling."
"This is not a difficult task for you." Morgan poured two glasses of red wine and handed one to Sheffield. Then he said, "You must be satisfied now. With the relationship between Sheffield United Company and the Democratic Party, the federal government will definitely not cause trouble for you in the next four years."
"I'm a descendant of a farmer, and I earn a little hard-earned money. Why are you bothering me?" Sheffield took the wine glass handed over by Morgan and drank it all in one gulp, praising, "You bankers know how to enjoy life. No wonder New Yorkers regard you as the representatives of successful people."
After a few pleasantries, Sheffield suddenly asked a question, "Is Pullman Company your business?"
"A company that manufactures train carriages. Yes, I own some shares in it." Morgan Jr. remained calm on the surface. Just a few days after the election results came out, the other party came to New York and asked about the industry he had. What did this mean?
Thinking of this, young Morgan became uneasy. In the eyes of the real upper class, the reputation of United Company was not much better than that of DuPont. How strong could the reputation of a good friend who stood shoulder to shoulder with DuPont in the field of gunpowder be?
Morgan thought, would Sheffield be so proud of himself that he would come here to blackmail the Democrats just because they won the election? It's only been a few days, even if he wanted to blackmail me, it's too early, right?
As his mind raced, Sheffield stared at Little Morgan, his mouth twitching slightly as he said, "I'm not here to rob."
"William, you are so humorous. Given our relationship, how could you think of robbery?" Little Morgan forced a smile and complained in his heart. Sheffield must have thought so in his heart, otherwise he would not have seen through his thoughts at a glance.
"That's true. How can robbery in the upper class be considered robbery? This is called reorganizing the industry order." Sheffield was calm and composed. He saw through it without saying anything. "Pullman is a giant in the domestic carriage manufacturing industry. The Morgan family has a huge influence in the railway field. It is normal for them to have a layout in related derivative industries. I don't have any railways. Even the Texas Railway belongs to others. I have no interest in this carriage manufacturing company. I just come here to ask my dear friend for a small favor."
"I don't understand, do you have a shortage of carriages? Isn't United Company mainly focused on shipping?" Young Morgan drank the wine and put down the empty glass, not understanding the purpose of the man in front of him.
"Call the president of Pullman Company and fire him. This is the small favor I ask you to do." Sheffield said with a smile on his face, "This person's existence has delayed our cooperation. I won't bother others when I see him."
"The president of Pullman Company is..." Morgan Jr. frowned and paused, "Robert Lincoln? What are you going to do?"
"What talents does he have? He became an assistant deputy head of a regiment without having experienced the baptism of war; he obtained membership of a famous law firm without completing his law studies; he was appointed Minister of War without any military qualifications; he became the ambassador to Britain without knowing anything about diplomacy?" Sheffield snorted and said to himself, "It would be a waste for such an idiot to be a miner, just because he is the president's son?"
"Even so, do you know Lincoln's prestige? If I did this, how would the Republicans view me?" Morgan Jr. spread his hands helplessly and said, "He is the son of the President of the United States."
"Then on behalf of the Confederate States of America, I ask you to fire the son of the former president." Sheffield pouted and said to himself, "I am still the Pasha of the Ottoman Empire, and I don't mention this identity. He became the deputy commander as soon as he appeared. I tell you that it was only because Lincoln died early, otherwise the United States might have become an empire."
"You are taking revenge for the Civil War! It's been forty years." Little Morgan's face was full of an expression of "Are you kidding me?"
"Yes, you can understand it that way." Sheffield replied lazily, "What's wrong with forty years? Look at my grandmother's health. Robert Lincoln didn't live as long as her."
Morgan's brows knitted tightly together. Taking revenge for personal gain? Sheffield, who clearly sensed Morgan's stream of consciousness, nodded solemnly in response. Yes, it was taking revenge for personal gain.
"Ask Mr. Robert Lincoln to come to my place." Young Morgan picked up the phone and made a choice after weighing the pros and cons.
(End of this chapter)
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