Chapter 539: Killing the Chicken to Frighten the Monkey
"Boss, what should we do? If we kill them, we must erase all traces." Jesla thought hard, determined to come up with a suitable solution.
"Hey!" Sheffield waved his hand nonchalantly, saying, "Always wanting to kill people is not what modern gentlemen like us do. Take Ogle for example, how can I really kill him? What about the others?"
Hooking his finger to let Jesla come closer, Sheffield lowered his voice and said, "Why bother looking for a place? Throw it into the molten steel, and you won't even be able to find a cell. It will all become part of the development of the great United States."
For the sake of their relationship, Sheffield could still sincerely give the other party another chance, which was already tolerant enough. But Sheffield never talked about reason, but about interests, and his own interests. As long as it was beneficial to him, whether it harmed the national interests was irrelevant.
Low tariffs may increase the pressure on some companies, Sheffield did it. There are also many kind-hearted black people, Sheffield cut it off directly, he is a man whose head is determined by his ass, and even to Gu Cheng, a fellow tribesman in his previous life, his help is limited to verbal guidance, and as for providing some assistance, don't even think about it.
Of course, if Gu Cheng can help him in some way, that's fine! For example, now Sheffield has decided to hand over the most important task to Gu Cheng, who has set foot on the territory of the United States for the first time in a few years, to help the slave owner kill people.
With an order, the workers of the Illinois Steel Plant, under the mercy of the boss, got two days of paid vacation and went home to give birth to slaves with their sweaty bodies. The entire workshop was empty and was taken over by members of the Black Gold Company. In the heat wave of the steel furnace workshop, one after another people wearing black hoods were pushed out. There were nine people in total, including Natalia's brother Ogle.
Although they couldn't see, they could feel the heat coming towards them. They were pushed up the stairs by a group of bodyguards. Sheffield sat upstairs and watched the scene, fanning himself with a fan, his face sweating. Fortunately, it was almost winter, otherwise it would not be a pleasant experience to come to the steel plant in the middle of summer.
Finally, all the night soil collectors who were tied up were brought up. Sheffield nodded, and one of them was pushed out, his hood was taken off and he was pressed on the seat in front of the slave owner. This treatment was definitely extraordinary. Who else could it be but the slave owner's brother-in-law Ogle?
The hood on Ogle's head was taken off, and his eyes were stung by the red-hot steel furnace. It took him a few seconds to see the person in front of him clearly. Who else could it be but his nominal brother-in-law Sheffield?
Don't despise the poor young man! Every time Sheffield saw this man, this sentence would automatically come to his mind. Thinking back to the few times they had met, Sheffield was very puzzled. When had he offended the other person, or was this man born to hate the rich?
"William Sheffield!" Ogle yelled with gritted teeth after seeing who the person in front of him was. With this shout, the other excrement collectors who were still wearing hoods reacted, as if they knew who had brought them here.
"It's me!" Sheffield admitted calmly, leaning forward and looking away from the rope on the other person's body. He changed into a more labor-saving posture and said, "Think about it carefully. We have known each other for more than ten years. I don't think I have ever offended you. In fact, you were able to become famous in the media field in New York because Natalia asked me to write a recommendation letter for you. But you are so good, looking for trouble with me for no reason. Even if you don't like me, don't you care about your sister's feelings? Why do you have to go against me?"
"Oh, put these people on the hooks!" Without waiting for Ogle to answer, Sheffield pointed at the bodyguards around him and asked them to work. These black and gold bodyguards were like slaughterhouse employees. They pressed the button to move the hooks over and hung these twisting people on them. Out of humanitarian considerations, the ropes tied to these people played a certain role.
Otherwise, they would have to pierce the scapula, and the conditions at the steel plant were limited. The hook that hung the steelmaking furnace was too large to complete the needlework of piercing the scapula. Starting over again would only make these people more miserable.
There are professional black and gold bodyguards who made a buckle directly on the rope, which can be directly hooked. From a professional point of view, Sheffield, as the boss, is very satisfied.
Ogle struggled to stand up, but was immediately forced to sit down by two bodyguards. He cursed, "Sheffield, what are you doing? These are lives. Do you want to kill people?"
"You're still a journalist, but your wording is not rigorous. You've written too many pornographic journalism articles. Even a blade of grass has life. Were you soft-handed when you pulled it out?" Sheffield smiled coldly. "I deeply regret writing a recommendation letter for you. If I had known that you had spent a lot of energy slandering United Company in New York, I would never have helped you. As a result, you bit me back several times in the past few years. Unfortunately, it didn't work."
Sheffield curled his lips and sneered, "Just like this time, you stood on the DuPont family's perspective and slandered the United Company. I don't care about it once or twice, but my patience is limited. I can't let you go on like this forever, so this time I invite you to come over and get to know me."
"You took advantage of the San Francisco earthquake to massacre black people. Am I wrong?" Ogle stared into Sheffield's eyes and questioned.
"So what? You exposed this before the national election. What if it affects the Democratic Party's election? Can you bear the responsibility?" Sheffield said disdainfully. "The election results speak for themselves. I won. You are wasting your time. Where did you find the photo? Huh?"
"You are calling for lower tariffs to kill your competitors with foreign capital." Ogle did not answer the question directly, but asked confidently, "You are killing your domestic competitors."
"The whole country is cheering for the arrival of competition. Uncompetitive companies will only be detrimental to citizens. Of course you don't understand. With your trilobite-like brain, you only think about working to save money. You deserve to be a pauper." Sheffield said this and then changed the subject. "Natalia's child will be very happy in the future. He will not be like your uncle, who has accomplished nothing. It would be fine if he has accomplished nothing, but he also hates the rich. You are poor, so you are right? If it weren't for Natalia, I really should send you back to the Russian Empire to continue to be a serf."
"I don't understand. Most of the Russian population in this country was sent here by my family. Even if the United Company has no credit, it has worked hard. Why do you like to make trouble for me? Do you think that because of Natalia's relationship, I will only tolerate you? I will never do anything to you? If you think so, it is a tragic mistake. I don't care about the lives of others except my immediate family members."
"Do you know how much energy I have spent on you, a restless media person? Doesn't Sheffield Media's rebuttal article cost money? Doesn't it cost more to manipulate public opinion and suppress yours? If it were someone else, their heads would have been smashed into minced meat just in these few times, just like them!"
At this point Sheffield pointed at the eight people hanging on the hooks and said, "You are a bunch of dwarfs who can't even reach my knees when they jump up. Today I will let you return to the embrace of Mother Earth."
"Gu Cheng, throw them into the steel furnace one by one. Only the red-hot molten steel can purify their dirty souls. Now I understand how the Spanish Inquisition felt back then. This is how you should treat people with broken brains." Sheffield waved his hand and let Gu Cheng take the lead.
"These are eight living people. Do you really dare to do this?" Ogle shouted angrily. He could not change the fate of his colleagues. Sheffield asked coldly, "If I tell them now that the price of letting them live is to push you in, do you think they will agree?"
Ogle's struggling body seemed to be frozen in place, with a twisted expression on his face. He didn't know how to refute Sheffield's words. What would happen in return?
Sheffield clenched his five fingers together and made a number seven gesture in front of Ogle. He smiled and added a voice, "Puff! Throw it in and it's gone."
The hook was driven downward by electricity and was placed into the molten iron in the steelmaking furnace at a moderate speed. There was just a slight puff, and then a flame rose in the molten steel. When the hook was pulled up, there was nothing left.
In front of Ogle, a life disappeared without even struggling. This made him, who had always stood on the moral high ground, dumbfounded. He murmured, "How could you do this? They are journalists and have the right to freedom of speech."
"I also have the right to eliminate freedom of speech. People like you don't understand this." Sheffield sighed, "We were born in the same family, but how come you are like a single-celled organism compared to my dear Natalia?"
In fact, the process was not very tragic. The people thrown into the steelmaking furnace wore hoods and their mouths were blocked. Sheffield could not see their faces at all. The whole process was just a flame, a puff of smoke, and a not-so-loud scream.
But this also made Sheffield feel nauseous. As for Gu Cheng, he simply suppressed his nausea and pressed the power button. "Let Ogle finish reading. I'm going to go out and get some fresh air."
Sheffield walked out of the factory and took a deep breath. He still overestimated his ability to bear it.
(End of this chapter)
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