Chapter 90: Business as usual
Life is comfortable and easy, and most importantly, the climate is good, at least in most parts of Texas. Many hurricanes are also absorbed by Louisiana. Such a precious land is equivalent to the Soviet Ukraine and the northeast of the Republic. Compared with the former two, Texas is in the south, and the superior conditions are further improved.
Anyway, Sheffield thought about it and didn't think there was any place in the United States better than Texas. It was just that the gun ownership rate was a little higher, but it was a regional feature to protect one's farm. As long as one's own safety was guaranteed, Sheffield didn't oppose civilian gun ownership.
The most desolate place in the United States right now is naturally the Great West, but this place is extremely important, and Sheffield must visit it in person, so he has a lot of schedule to arrange. Fortunately, he is not an impatient person, otherwise he might not be able to handle it.
"Can't you manage the black community? Provide more police forces, otherwise what's the point of this?" Sheffield complained about the current layout of Chicago. Of course, like other major cities, Chicago has a large proportion of black people. Since the Civil War, blacks have been free and liberated, so they can move around freely.
The United States had no centralized executive power, and black people flocked into major cities. This, of course, resulted in a sharp deterioration in the relationship between the Northern Yankees and blacks, and they no longer had the sympathy they once had for Southern blacks.
That's how it is. All good intentions are based on the premise that it's easy to talk. The Confederacy was obviously based on the ancient Roman model. Plantation owners built armed forces and used slaves to work. The Yankees felt that this couldn't be done. Now that blacks have been liberated, it's natural for the black community to want to go to big cities.
At this time, ordinary white people in the North could no longer bear it and could not tolerate the resulting decline in law and order, and of course mainly due to the increasing number of black faces.
Sheffield naturally had no sympathy for this situation. It was all your fault. If possible, Sheffield wanted to promote equality in the South. Anyway, the plantations in the South no longer needed such a large labor force, and it was time to get rid of them.
Once large-scale mechanized farms are successfully launched, the manpower required will only decrease. After all, technology drives development. As a Dixie native, Sheffield feels that the Yankees should shoulder some social responsibilities. You can't ignore this matter in the name of liberating the black community.
Edith Rockefeller naturally felt that Sheffield's problems were not a big deal. There was no black community where she lived. It was a very safe community with the best police force and environment. In a situation where distance creates beauty, she felt that Sheffield was making a fuss out of nothing.
"The Tianlong people are so confident when they speak!" Sheffield complained in his heart and stopped talking. He was ready to return to the Agricultural and Animal Husbandry Association and replace a group of professionals to negotiate the acquisition of the steel plant, but? Turning to Edith Rockefeller, he asked, "My dear madam, are you not going home? I'm going back to the Agricultural and Animal Husbandry Association."
"To be honest, I don't really understand what your farmers in the planting industry usually do. Can I go for a visit?" Edith Rockefeller didn't know whether she didn't hear Sheffield's order to expel her or she deliberately didn't hear it, but she said she wanted to visit the Farmers and Livestock Association.
"Do I dare to say no? Then go!" Sheffield smiled bitterly. He helped a lot in Chicago. If he wanted to go to the Farmers and Livestock Association, could Sheffield still chase him away? He seemed to be such a polite person.
"I just want to find a place to talk about business issues, such as fashion! You also said that I can't rely on my family's reputation, I also need to have my own career, and this career has to be high-end." Edith Rockefeller glanced with a cold expression and said that she went to the Farmers and Livestock Association just for official business, and you shouldn't think too much when you see a mature lady.
That would be great! Sheffield cleared his throat and told John Connor, "Go back to the Farmers and Livestock Association!"
In fact, there is nothing to visit in the Agricultural and Livestock Association. Theoretically, there is no bad land in the United States and crops can be grown anywhere. Both workers and farmers are strong in Illinois, so it is natural to set up a special office here to monitor the prices of agricultural products.
The building of the Farmers and Stockmen's Association was unremarkable and did not look like an important place at all. Only after entering did one realize how crowded it was. This surprised Edith Rockefeller, because as far as she knew, there was no such place near Chicago.
"Master William!" As soon as he came in, a group of employees from the Farmers and Animal Husbandry Association greeted Sheffield loudly.
"Mrs. Edith Rockefeller!" Sheffield extended his hand and introduced them. "Many of you are from Chicago, so you should be familiar with us. Everyone, just mind your own business. Madam is just curious about how farmers like us work."
Mrs. Edith Rockefeller! This sentence made Edith Rockefeller very happy, and her attitude towards the staff of the Farmers and Livestock Association also improved. The little bad guy was quite good at talking.
She naturally didn't know that because of his habits in his previous life, Sheffield had never cared about changing surnames or not, and liked to call people by their real names. Edith Rockefeller was simply overthinking it. He had no intention of trying to please the other person, he just happened to scratch her itch. It was a complete misunderstanding.
A farmer in Sheffield had no concept of fashion. He just displayed things he had seen in his previous life and even used gestures to brag about them, acting as if he had seen the world.
"I have always believed that beauty cannot be based on harming the body. Besides, I don't see what's beautiful about corsets!" Sheffield talked eloquently, as if he had some unique insights into fashion, but that was not the case at all.
"I can guarantee that the new type of underwear will be popularized because women like to wear it and men like to look at it. It's that simple!" Sheffield used his decades of abstract painting skills to demonstrate his understanding of the underwear revolution in front of Edith Rockefeller.
Although the painting style was obviously close to abstract art, Edith Rockefeller could tell what the other party had drawn. Thanks to her extraordinary imagination, "Isn't it too revealing?"
"I'm wearing underwear and I'm seeing my man. What's there to expose?" Sheffield asked back with confidence.
"Then why did you show it to me?" Edith Rockefeller raised her eyebrows and asked aggressively.
Hmm! Sheffield cleared his throat, wanting to make it clear that this was all a misunderstanding. Didn't we agree to handle this business as usual?
(End of this chapter)
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