Looking at the white slaves who had been trained like three grandsons, Rockefeller stuffed the last big column into his mouth and smiled slightly.

I was also reprimanded by Captain Li at that time.

But it turns out that as long as you do things well, life here is not as terrible as it is said.

After all, the white slaves are the private property of His Majesty the Emperor, and if they are really killed, they also have to explain the situation to the Bureau.

For no reason, even for the purpose of amusement, the red eagle will intervene.

Rockefeller somewhat understood why Accra fell two years ago, ah no, when it was liberated by the Great Tomorrow soldiers, those workers in his own oil company would rather be white slaves than accept the protection and armament of the British ** team.

"Huh?"

Rockefeller frowned, a little surprised.

In the crowd, there was a white slave that made him look a little familiar.

After thinking about it carefully, the young man was not a man with a head and a face.

The reason why there is some impression is entirely because the other party has repeatedly harassed him.

It started years ago when the young man somehow bypassed security and entered his office in a New York building to sell a printing press of his own invention.

In all fairness, that press was really distinctive and creative.

Normally, it can be regarded as a very remarkable invention, and it has a certain improvement in office efficiency.

However, at that time, imported Ming printing presses had already flooded into New York.

Daming's printing press works fast and well, the price is very moderate, and the most important thing is that it is extremely reliable.

No one would have bought his original printing press.

Of course, Rockefeller will not be wronged, and directly asked the security guard to fork this guy out.

Later, a few months later, the kraft-like guy stopped Rockefeller on the road again.

Under the beating of the security guards, he also repeatedly promoted the new transmitter and telephone he had invented......

But Rockefeller didn't see anything cost-effective compared with Mingguo products at all.

Take the telephone as an example, for a product with the same performance, his price is three to five times higher than that of Mingguo's product.

Spending money to buy this kind of thing is an insult to one's identity as a capitalist, let alone spending huge sums of money on investment.

Over the next year or so, the young man repeatedly harassed Rockefeller and other tycoons.

However, his new inventions have always been repeatedly beaten by Ming products, and there is no market at all.

Later, Rockefeller didn't care about the young man anymore, but he happened to hear from the security guards that the idiot who always peddled patents in the rich neighborhood was completely bankrupt.

After being called on by the bank several times, he had to get out of the house and go to the Rhode Island Naval Base to work as a sailor.

Given the horrific mortality rate of war today, Rockefeller also regarded him as a dead man.

I didn't expect this kid's life to be quite hard.

Instead of dying in the brutal war or missing arms and legs, a few years later, I met the young man again on the other side of the world, in the distant city of Simberia.

After Li Xijun finished reprimanding the newcomers, he beckoned Aunt Rakshasa to add another bell so that these newcomers could eat some hot food first.

There will be hundreds of sleepers to be laid by them, and they will not have the strength to eat enough.

"Your name is Thomas? Thomas edison? ”

Rockefeller had a good memory, and he vaguely remembered the name of the troublemaker.

A young man named Thomas Edison was standing in the line obediently waiting for food.

Although honest, it is not obvious that he is a former British Army soldier, but seems to be more humble than the average white slave.

Indeed, four years of military service have smoothed out Edison's edges.

He is no longer the determined young man who claimed to be a genius back then.

In the British Army, white North Americans who spoke American English would be severely discriminated against, not to mention, there were also people who privately said that Edison's nose resembled a Jewish nose.

Mortar shells, barrel throughouts......

These four years were a real nightmare for Edison.

Suddenly, he heard someone pronounce his name, and he covered his ass skillfully with a spirit.

"You're Mr. Rockefeller?"

It took Edison a moment to recognize the worker in front of him, and he exclaimed in surprise.

It's no wonder that Edison didn't recognize it at a glance, but Rockefeller was far from the image of the oil tycoon with his nostrils in the sky.

He was wearing a gray labor protection suit, stuffed with chemical fiber velvet inside, an L-front hat on his head, and the words "net weight 70 kg" printed on the crotch.

Fortunately, Edison still can't speak Daming Yayan and doesn't know square words, otherwise he would have been scared and trembling by "70 kilograms".

Once bitten by a snake for ten years, I was afraid of the well rope, not to mention that it was not a well rope but a python.

Rockefeller noticed the young man staring at his pants and said disapprovingly: "Don't look at these pants as unseemly, but they are actually more comfortable than the best pants in New York malls......

When Rockefeller said this, he was suddenly stunned, and a flash of inspiration occurred in his mind.

Yes, many of the things that were abandoned in the Ming Kingdom were great good things in poor Europe!

In particular, Rockefeller once heard the Chinese workers complain, saying that it was in Daming, and now the garbage disposal in big cities is becoming more and more troublesome, and the municipal department is still advocating what kind of garbage classification, which is really annoying to the individual......

Industrial waste and household garbage, which are regarded as troublesome by the Ming people, can be dragged to Europe for landfill, incineration, or even trafficking......

There's a huge profit margin in this!

"Thomas, I heard you served in the British Navy?"

Rockefeller saw that his face was nervous, and hurriedly added, "This is not political censorship, I just want to know, do you still have acquaintances in the British Navy?" They don't need to be high-ranking officers, as long as they can survive to the end of the war, they can be more or less useful......"

Rockefeller had decided that he could use his personal relationship with Fan Wencheng to write a letter to Princess Julie.

With the business talent that Princess Julie has always shown, she will definitely agree with her ideas.

At that time, he will definitely be able to reduce his sentence, and even be entrusted with important tasks.

After all, when it comes to smuggling, even junk, who could do better than a former oil tycoon?

Fengdu, Xinlu, Xinhu, and even Jinling, Tianjin, Guangzhou, Shanghai, Hanoi, Edo, and Vladivostok, I am destined to be the man of the Ming Dynasty's garbage king!

Rockefeller suddenly felt that the whole world was brightened.

And the Thomas Edison in front of him, although he looks honest now, Rockefeller knows that this guy is actually a piece of business material, and he can be his deputy......

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