December 25th, Christmas Day.

The Western definition of this day is similar to the Chinese New Year, because in general, Westerners attach much less importance to New Year's Day than to Christmas.

Christmas celebrations vary in Western countries, with the British handing out Christmas presents in the morning and church choirs singing Christmas songs to deliver blessings from door to door, while the French are a little more tender.

Christmas in France is a day of reunion, when all family members gather together to resolve any conflicts.

The United States is a multi-ethnic country of immigrants, so the customs in the United States are more complicated, and all immigrants still maintain their traditional ways of celebrating, and there is no convention.

But overall, Christmas is a peaceful and peaceful one, and during these days, everyone will put a break from their busy work, take stock of the gains and losses of the past year, and look forward to the coming year.

If Owen Hart had not been shot in the street, then Achill Theresa would have been in a happy mood to celebrate Christmas with his family, but now Achill Theresa is not in this mood, since knowing that Owen Hart was shot in the street, Achill Theresa feels that he is shrouded in a huge shadow, and there are dangers everywhere, even if he stays at home, he can't find a moment of peace.

Archill Theresa is the executive president of the Texas Cotton Farmers Association, and when the Texas Cotton Farmers Association made the decision to break the contract, Archiel Theresa was the executor of the plan.

In fact, Achill Theresa already knew that tearing up the contract with the Horse Clothing Factory would definitely cause a strong counteraction from the Horse Group, but Archie Theresa did not expect that the retaliation of the Horse Group would come so quickly and so violently that people were caught off guard and could not bear it.

Achill Theresa knew very well that if he didn't do something, it might not be long before he would be on the streets like Owen Hart.

So Achill Theresa was really not in the mood for Christmas, and although she knew that this request was a bit excessive, she still asked for a meeting of the whole committee of the Cotton Farmers Association to be held on the morning of December 25.

At 9 a.m., Achill Theresa arrived at the headquarters of the Cotton Farmers Association under the protection of more than a dozen cowboys.

Perhaps because of the holiday, the headquarters of the Cotton Farmers Association, which used to be crowded, is unusually deserted, the door of the Cotton Farmers Association still has colorful Christmas rings, the Christmas tree in the hall is full of bells and little stars, and the table at the door has a colorful sticker with the words "Merry Christmas" cut out, which should have been put up last night, but it is obvious that people are no longer caring about it.

Forty or fifty talkative cowboys sat in the spacious hall, and they were in high spirits, and every now and then someone shouted to give the "Yankees" some color.

Achill Theresa knows that these cowboys are not talking big, and that they are not afraid of death as long as someone gives them some proper encouragement, which has been fully demonstrated in the last war.

But the more this is the case, the more Achill Theresa reminds himself to be cautious, if the Cotton Farmers Association really wants to retaliate against the Horse Group, it must be the rhythm of an all-out war, as a local association, Archie Theresa knows very well that they do not have the strength to compete with the Horse Group, because if the Horse Group is willing, even if the Texas cowboys are strong, they can't get out of Texas, and the Texas Cotton Farmers Association can't stop the Horse Group's infiltration of Houston.

Compared with the grumpy cowboys, the members of the Cotton Farmers Association are much calmer.

Most of them are big farmers in Texas, each of them has an average of more than 5,000 hectares of land under their name, and cotton planting is their main business project, so tearing up the agreement with the Horse Group once caused a lot of controversy, but Owen Hart used his authority to suppress those dissenting opinions, so tearing up the agreement will become the final "collective decision".

Now that Owen Hart is gone, even the most staunch supporters of Owen Hart are now in a heavy mood, if the threat of the Steed Horse Group was as far away as the European continent for the people in this conference room, then now this threat is as real as the turkey eaten last night, when the potential threat is so bloody in front of everyone, even the bravest warriors can't help but feel cowardly.

Not to mention that it is no longer appropriate for them to use the word warrior to describe them, they are not cowboys, but a group of businessmen.

Sitting in his place for a full five minutes, seeing that no one had taken the initiative to speak, Archill Theresa had to break the silence.

"I think everyone already knows what happened yesterday afternoon, and now there is a very important question in front of us, what should we do next? Whether to fight against the ZAMA Group to the end, or to continue to supply as the ZAMA Group said in the telegram, I hope everyone can have a clear and rational attitude. "Achill Theresa gets straight to the point, now is not the time to go around in circles.

"We should be tough to the end, Texans are never threatened, Mr. Hart can't die in vain, and since the people of the Stallion are unruly, we can also send people to New York." The man who spoke was Augst Montgomery, and his personality was the same as his name, as hot as the weather in August, and Montgomery was very resolute when deciding whether to tear up the contract with the horse clothing factory.

Achill Theresa knew why Augst Montgomery had such a grudge against the northerners, and in the Civil War, three of August's brothers died on the battlefield, so the Montgomery family and the northerners had an irresolvable blood feud.

"Yes, we should not be intimidated, but at the same time we should not bear all the consequences alone, we should send a telegram to Mr. Samuel, and now is the time for him to take a stand." Another member was equally resolute.

"Yes, it's safer."

"Yes, we should have broader support."

"We can't just surrender anyway, we have to let the Stallion know that we are not easy to mess with."

There was a lot of talk among the commissioners, and as Achill Theresa had expected, no one wanted to act like a coward at this time.

"Well, in that case, Claude, I'll send a telegram to Mr. Samuel later, and tell him what's going on here." Achill Theresa can't change everyone's decision.

Claude Emerson was the secretary general of the Cotton Farmers Association, and when he heard Archer Theresa's words, Claude Emerson immediately stood up: "Yes sir, I will send a telegram to Mr. Samuel's office later, but I can't guarantee that Mr. Samuel will reply immediately, because Mr. Samuel is still on the beach in Miami." ”

Oh, I almost forgot, it looks like Mr. Samuel is still on vacation right now...

Achill Theresa didn't immediately ask for Samuel's response, and when Achill Theresa made this decision, it was obvious that the solemn atmosphere in the conference room was suddenly relaxed, and several committee members looked at Archiel Theresa with a hint of schadenfreude and mockery in their eyes, and Archiel Theresa knew what their eyes meant.

"Then let's move on to the second issue as soon as possible..."Archie Theresa knocked on the table, ready to really show his attitude: "We are all very sad that Mr. Owen Hart died in an accident, but the deceased is gone, we all have to look forward, as the largest association in Texas, the Cotton Farmers Association needs a new president, so our second task is to elect a new president, so that we can reunite the Cotton Farmers Association to resist the evil forces from New York." ”

In fact, this is the real purpose of Achill Theresa's request for a meeting, of course, everyone will say big things, because the knife is not on his neck, and there is a tall man on top of it when the sky falls, so he does not have to be responsible for his own words, and once he has to stand on the front line to face the threat from New York, Achill Theresa wants to see if the committee members still have the blood just now.

"Elect a president... There's no need, I remember that our constitution has a similar provision that if the president is unable to exercise his responsibilities, then the executive president has to act as the president, so Achill, now is the time for you to take responsibility. Augst Montgomery immediately proposed.

The people who can enter this conference room are not stupid, just kidding, no matter how powerful the Horse Group is, it is impossible to kill all the Texans, someone has to plant cotton for them, so at this time, it is resolute not to elect the president, otherwise with the voice of Augst Montgomery just now, what if Oxter Montgomery is elected president?

Becoming the president at this time is similar to taking the initiative to apply for the execution of the death penalty, who is stupid.

"Do we have such a rule?" Achill Theresa asked knowingly.

"Yes, we do." Claude Emerson knew the text well and immediately gave an affirmative answer.

"That's it, Mr. Archer, you're now the president of the Texas Cotton Farmers Association." Oxter Montgomery slammed the table, trying to put a final cut on the matter.

"Yes, Mr. Archer, you are now the Executive President, and you are highly respected, and you deserve to be our new President."

"That's right, that's it, and we're sure you'll lead us to defeat the New Yorkers."

"There's no one better suited than you..."

The commissioners agreed, but Achill Theresa never knew there were so many supporters.

"Thank you very much for your trust, and personally, I am very willing to serve as the president of the Texas Cotton Farmers Association, to protect the interests of all the people in the Cotton Farmers Association, to win more orders for the Cotton Farmers Association, and to make more money..."

Generally, people who sing high notes are to be raised first and then suppressed, and Archiel Theresa is no exception: "... But it's a pity that I'm afraid I can't serve the Cotton Farmers Association anymore, as you all know, I'm 60 years old this year, I'm an old guy who has been half-cut into the ground, I feel that my thinking has not kept up with the development of the times, not only can I not protect the interests of the Cotton Farmers Association, but now it has become an obstacle to the development of the Cotton Farmers Association, so I thought and thought, it's time for me to leave..."

At this age, what else is there that can't be seen through, power is important, but life is priceless, so Achill Theresa would rather resign than serve as the president of this Rausch son on the cusp.

"No, Mr. Archer, you can't do this, we need your wisdom..."Oxter Montgomery was dumbfounded, he really didn't expect that Achill Theresa actually chose to pick a son.

"Mr. Archer, we need you."

"Are you going to run away in fear?"

"Don't let us look down on you, Mr. Archer..."

The conference room became chaotic in an instant, and the committee members said everything, which was actually summed up in one sentence: you can't go, we need someone to stand in front and block the gun for us...

Before leaving, Archiel Theresa wanted to tell the truth: "Friends, I know that I will disappoint you with this decision, but I also want to ask you to see one thing clearly, ten years have passed since the Civil War, confrontation is no longer the theme, cooperation is the desired goal..."

"Shut up, you coward!" Auguste Montgomery interrupted Archiel Theresa.

"You're going to have to shut up! Don't you know why we've come to this point? After today, the Texas Cotton Farmers Association will cease to exist, you know? "Achill Theresa's face turned grim, and he went toe-to-toe with Auguste Montgomery.

Unlike Auguste Montgomery, who joined halfway, Achill Theresa and Owen Hart, who was shot, are the founders of the Cotton Farmers Association, and the Cotton Farmers Association can continue to this day, and Achill Theresa has contributed a lot, he and Owen Hart have racked their brains to strengthen the Cotton Farmers Association, so the Cotton Farmers Association has come to this point, and Archie Theresa's heartache can be imagined.

Forced by the angry eyes of Achill Theresa, Auguste Montgomery did not dare to make a sound, and the conference room was so quiet that you could hear the wind outside the window.

"We are gathered here today to pay for our previous stupidity, which is the Horse Group, which we didn't look down on before, and in just a few years, they have become the largest economy in the United States, and a Chinese kid from the Far East can actually become a guest of honor at the presidential palace, and look at what we are doing now? Day after day repeating the boring life of the past, hiding in the corner of the room and crying like an abandoned resentful woman, if you are proud of what we are doing today, then you can continue, but I have decided that I am going to sell my farm and go to New York, where I think the future of America will be represented. ”

Archill Theresa took one last look at the stunned crowd, took his top hat and buckled it to his chest, bowed slightly like a curtain call, and then turned and left the conference room without looking back.