My America

Sheffield hopes that the Republican Party will become history in the era of a dominant country in the United States. From now on, it will enter a truly balanced era. Of course, some Republicans may not have made this psychological preparation. I feel hasty, this is the same for both parties.

The last time the Republican monopoly was broken, President Cleveland fired 200,000 Republican civil servants in one breath. Khan Ma made contributions for the Democratic Party to sort out the federal government. Now that twelve years have passed, Sheffield believes that liquidation is inevitable. It is just a matter of who is the size.

Compared to the tremendous joy of Democrats, Sheffield is very Buddhist, but has only won four years. He has gone through many elections, and has accumulated enough failure experience. This significant victory does not have a great sense of substitution for the slave owner. As I said before, he is only the golden leader of the Democratic Party. It ’s not his, bowed to death and died? This is not the case!

"It's cold. Take the child to New Orleans. I'll go to New York and go back immediately." Sheffield sighed in the top hat in hand and blew away the dust from it.

"All won, what are you going to do in New York." Edith Rockefeller was very strange, and took the hands of a pair of children and asked.

Starting from a complete childhood, William Rockefeller clearly learned some beneficial experience from the social beating, and there was a small consequence that he and Sheffield were not very close recently. But after hearing the conversation between mother and father, he still showed curiosity.

"Go beating the water dogs, you won't because I am doing charity. I'm a supporter of the Democratic Party, and now I want to do a little work within my ability." Sheffield smiled evilly, "Even if I'm comforting Republicans, they will believe Am I? Will there be stupid people in this world who believe in the opposite! "

Speaking of a slight pause, the slave owner just said it seemed too dead, and sometimes this idiot group also exists.

In the late Soviet Union, from the end of the 1980s to the end of the 1990s, many Russians had this kind of innocence that was almost idiot. In their view, the human lighthouse opposite the Pacific Ocean is the savior of Russia. If Russia wants to embark on the road of revival , You must listen more to the voice from across the ocean.

These people imagined the United States as a model of efficient capitalism, a friendly country willing to help Russia develop its economy and gradually move towards success. Based on this imagination, a grotesque logic emerged logically: If Russia wants to become as rich as the United States, then it must follow the advice of American diplomats and economics. If Russia becomes rich, then naturally the most However, if the country is still poor, it can only explain the root cause of the problem, because the Russians did not take the proposals made by the West seriously enough.

These people don't think about it. What is the relationship between their country and the United States of America? A country that has been pushing the United States into the corner for nearly two decades in the world, even thinks that the previous enemy will be ignored.

When young and middle-aged men go to Europe to brush toilets and scientists are in desperation, athletes trained by the country's heavy money go to sell their bodies. The Russians finally got a little sober, but it was too late.

In fact, with the vision of the 21st century, Reagan did much the same thing as a real estate businessman. He made seven blows in one breath. When Brezhnev heard that the hippy culture had spread from the United States, he was ecstatic to think that the United States was far from finished. far. At the end of the Soviet Union, the Kremlin was an old man in power. Isn't the White House an old man in power? Reagan became a president at the age of seventy, and the old Bush who is in power eight years later is very young?

"Why can't the Republican Party produce a Ge map to lead the Democrats from victory to victory?" Sheffield looked at the fast-pulling scenery outside the car window and felt that fate was so unfair to himself. It has to be careful to achieve such a little result after working hard for twelve years.

The metropolis of New York, the well-deserved center of the United States, the bustling streets, the well-dressed crowd, all prove the glory here. As for the homeless people in the dark corners, the begging vulnerable groups, are they also considered humans?

The arrival of Sheffield made Morgan Jr. attach great importance to it. In terms of the scale of the enterprise, the joint company itself deserves attention, not to mention that the other party is now proud of it, and I do n’t know what promise will be received from Alton Parker.

Morgan Jr. was wrong, except that she received a promise to publish her private enmity, Sheffield could say that she got nothing. He is only one of the beneficiaries of the tariff issue, and the things with equal interests cannot be counted on his head.

Little Morgan was very intimate. Sheffield did not quit. This time he came here and was always asking for people. Naturally, he lowered his posture. The two seemed to be very familiar with each other, reflecting the indestructible friendship of the monopoly bourgeoisie. Entering the Morgan Tower almost in a staggered manner.

"From this perspective, the value of this headquarters is extraordinary." Sheffield often looked down on the window of New York at Morgan and Son at Morgan, and sighed. "The mood of standing on a high place is different. I think I can consider New Orleans built a mansion and felt this feeling. "

"It's not difficult for you at all." Little Morgan poured two glasses of red wine and handed a glass to Sheffield, and then he said, "This time you are satisfied, with Sheffield United and the Democratic Party. Bundled relationship, there will definitely be no trouble for the federal government in the next four years. "

"I am a descendant of a farmer, earning a little hard money, why should I be in trouble?" Sheffield chuckled and took the drink from the little Morgan and sipped it out. He lamented, "You bankers just enjoy life. No wonder New Yorkers all treat you as a representative of successful people. "

After a few words of greeting, Sheffield suddenly asked a question, "Is Pullman your industry?"

"The company that manufactures train cars, yes, I have a part of my shares." Little Morgan heard on the surface, and just a few days after the election results came out, the other party came to New York and asked about the industry in his hands. What does it mean?

The thought of this little Morgan is not calm. The reputation of the joint company is not much stronger than that of DuPont in the eyes of real high society. A good friend who is shoulder to shoulder with DuPont in the field of gunpowder. Where is the reputation of being strong?

Morgan Jr. thought, Sheffield would n’t be overwhelmed, would he come to blackmail the Democratic Party to win the election? It's only a few days, even if you want to blackmail, is it too early?

In a hurry of thoughts, Sheffield stared straight at Little Morgan, his mouth slightly twitching, "I'm not here to rob."

"William, you're so humorous. With our relationship, how could you think of robbing it?" Little Morgan laughed, slandering in his heart. Sheffield must have thought so, otherwise he wouldn't see his thoughts at a glance.

"That's also true. Can robbery in high society be considered robbery? This is called reorganizing the industry order." Sheffield's old **** is here, seeing is not breaking the road, "Pullman is a giant in domestic car manufacturing, and the Morgan family has influenced the railway field The power is huge, and the layout in the related derivative industries is very normal. I do n’t have a railway in my hand. Even the Texas Railway is someone else ’s. I ’m not interested in this car manufacturing company. I ’m just asking my dear friend for help A little busy. "

"I don't understand, do you have a gap in the carriage? Isn't the United Company mainly focusing on shipping?" Little Morgan drank the wine and put down the empty glass. He didn't understand the purpose of the person in front of him.

"Call the president of Pullman and fire him. This is the little thing I begged you to help." Sheffield grinned. "This person is delaying the cooperation between us. I don't bother others when I see him." "

"Pullman's president is ..." Little Morgan said frowning and paused. "Robert Lincoln? What are you going to do?"

"What talents does he have? Without the baptism of war, he became assistant deputy head; without completing law studies, he obtained membership in a well-known law firm; without military qualifications. He was appointed as Secretary of the Military; he knows nothing about diplomacy, but he has become a minister to the United Kingdom? "Sheffield hummed and said to himself," This kind of idiot is a waste of miners, just because he is the son of the president? "

"Even so, do you know Lincoln's prestige? If I did that, what would Republicans think of me?" Little Morgan said helplessly, "He is the son of the President of the United States."

"Then I will ask you on behalf of the Confederate States of America to dismiss the son of this former president." Sheffield whispered, "I'm still Pasha of Ottoman, and I didn't hang this identity on my lips. As the deputy commander, I tell you that Lincoln died early, otherwise the United States might become an empire. "

"You are retaliating against the Civil War! It's been forty years." Little Morgan's face was full of expressions you had made mistakes.

"Yeah, you can understand that." Sheffield replied lazily. "What's wrong with forty years? I see my grandmother's body. Robert Lincoln's life is not as long as hers."

Little Morgan's eyebrows were tightly screwed up. Sheffield, who clearly felt the stream of consciousness of Little Morgan, nodded solemnly in response, yes, it was in the communique.

"Tell Mr. Robert Lincoln to come here." Little Morgan picked up the phone and weighed it, and he made a choice.