Chapter 69 Coubertin
Sending these people into the police system is just a little earlier and the purpose is a little clearer. Anyway, the police in the United States are like this. Sheffield is respecting history and the fact that the United States is a police force and a country, and putting the police system of the United States on the right track.
No matter who he is facing now, he can say with a clear conscience. If a safe environment is really created, who will the Habsburg factory sell the guns to? If they can't sell them, won't they lose money?
A bloody steamed bun is still a steamed bun, and it's better than being hungry! Pointing out a clear path for the KKK members, Sheffield said with a sincere look, "I believe that there will be a day when you can appear in public."
"Thank you so much, Master William!" Conley and other conveners from various states felt like a poor boy from a wild background who suddenly had the opportunity to join a famous and upright sect. From now on, they were already regular employees.
"This world is divided into black and white, and the police system is the most intuitive law enforcement agency. KKK members who cannot enter the police system can do some less-than-legal businesses. Then you can manage yourselves. Isn't that great?" Sheffield waved his hand casually and said, "Then you can decide how strong the law enforcement will be. Only when you have the power to enforce the law can you define who is breaking the law."
This is the truth. Sheffield taught these people everything he knew because they were all Dixies. As for how much they could understand and how to apply it in practice, that all depended on their understanding.
Sheffield hid his achievements and fame, and asked himself with his hands on his chest. His heart, which was not very red to begin with, became even darker.
This time Sheffield did not stand up to see him off. His courtesy was limited to strangers and people of the same class as himself. The former had nothing to lose. The people in the United States were so simple and honest. If someone dared to dethrone the emperor, he would shoot himself. The latter was a friend in the same class trench. Sheffield could disrespect this person, but he would not dislike his money.
Therefore, a mixed-race plantation owner like McHale could still be respected by Sheffield. His appearance was not a serious problem. If he found a foreigner, people would not be able to tell. Pushkin's descendants in Russia were all blonde and blue-eyed. Who could tell from appearance that their ancestors were black?
As for those who rely on him for profit, the existence of these people is roughly the same as his black back named Yankee, who is counting on him to show off his love. Although it is a bit impolite to think so, the essence of the fact is like this.
In Oak Manor, Sheffield was so busy that he had no time to rest. Even if he was just a big talker, one thing after another was enough to make him upset.
"In fact, for these small target countries, my personal suggestion is to use some black people from the United States to do the work, so as to hide our purpose. Our family is very strict in managing our subordinates, but the employees of Black Gold Company are in Haiti, and the target is also very big!" Holding the plan brought by McHale, Sheffield, as the single largest shareholder, put forward his own suggestions, "Regarding the black community, no matter what their attitude is, they have come in, and they should be used. Many small countries in Central America have extremely serious mixed-race problems, and our own employees are too conspicuous. Besides, these countries are nominally independent countries after all, and we have indirect control, so it is best not to show up ourselves."
If Gale came, Sheffield might change his words even if he thought so. He wouldn't have to hide it in front of McHale, and he could show that he valued other aspects more than the skin color issue. He could also comfort McHale.
"By the way, McHale, you can settle in Houston. Texas has Latino areas." Sheffield's body was almost sinking into the sofa, and he said weakly, "This will save a lot of trouble."
"Is there anything difficult?" McHale asked hesitantly. The environment in the United States is indeed quite bad, and it is completely different from that in Brazil.
"What's the problem? There are Indians in Texas. The law works well for most people, but not for some people. Look at Virginia, where skin color is so important. Who doesn't know that as the first British colony, many bigwigs have Indian ancestry?" Sheffield waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "The federal system is all Indian. How many people have you seen mention it?"
After hearing what Sheffield said, McHale felt relieved. Strictly speaking, his skin color problem was not serious. It was just because his mother had the common Latin look that made him more conspicuous in the United States.
"William, to be honest, your attitude really puts me at ease." McHale breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What about Miss Anne? Did she go to school?"
"There's a telegram from Paris, and she went to answer it!" Sheffield stretched his shoulders and said tiredly, "But judging by the time, she should be back soon!"
After a while, McHale left Oak Manor and left a gift. Sheffield opened it and saw a whole box of cigars. He grinned and said, "I don't smoke, but I might as well give it a try."
"What's wrong with you?" When Anne returned to Oak Manor, she saw Sheffield, who was in high spirits, and frowned, "Did you drink? I have something for you to look at. I can't reply without your approval."
"What is this?" Sheffield took the telegram, scanned it quickly, and fell into a long silence. His eyes darted around, as if he was thinking about something. He blurted out, "What is the relationship between Coubertin and your family?"
"So they were all members of the Royalist Party. He was born into a noble family, but I don't know much about him. I just interacted with him when my father was still alive!" Anne frowned and said slowly, "But he is an outlier among the nobles. He always advocates sports and talks about a strong country in sports."
This is not an anomaly among the nobles! Sheffield rolled his eyes. He had never seen a hungry beggar care about sports. But this matter is not without benefits. And there are many benefits!
What a great opportunity to establish a persona? This is an opportunity Sheffield could not wait for. Sports is the best opportunity to unite people, especially for the United States now. However, the country's affairs have nothing to do with Sheffield. He only knows that he can become famous, and he can get fame very cheaply.
This is a great opportunity, and if it works well, it will be another example of what the country can do for me. And there is no cost, the cost is paid by the athletes.
(End of this chapter)
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