On the evening of February 2, 1866,

Downtown Houston,

Smith Building Meeting Room,

Four men and one woman sat together in the conference room.

"I didn't expect Tom Smith to have such detailed rules and regulations when he established the company, which is comparable to the U.S. Constitution."

"Hahaha, my nephew has even written a will."

A handsome six-foot man looked around at the other three men, whose white hands were somewhat less like those of a Texas man than the other three middle-aged men who looked to be in their forties or fifties and had calluses on their hands.

This handsome young man is Chris Adams, the representative of the Boston consortium sent to negotiate with Tom Smith to buy Hero Pharmaceutical.

The remaining three men are Tom's grandfather and uncle, and the women are Tom's mother.

"I'm curious what a will such a young child would look like?"

"If it weren't for my nephew's messy rules and will, my sister wouldn't be sitting here discussing with us about the acquisition of Hero Pharmaceutical's shares. It's Texas, and it's a man's remiss to put women at the negotiating table. ”

Could it be that he gave some of the shares of Hero Pharmaceutical to his mother? Per cent? Or ten percent? ”

"No, no, it's the hero company, and my nephew left the shares of the head office to his mother in his will. And it was written in the rules and regulations that his mother was the vice president. ”

"Oh, I'm a little curious, how much did he leave for his mother?"

"Tom owns 100% of the shares of Hero Company, 70% goes to his mother, and the other 30 is divided equally between his sister and two younger sisters."

"Wow, you don't give real shares to women in Boston, and your nephew isn't very American."

"It's not reserved for women in Texas either, but my nephew is a little special."

Chris took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, it was half past seven.

"A very good pocket watch, is it French or German?"

"Swiss enamel cloisonné solid gold pocket watch, handmade by Breguet masters"

Made from France? German goods? The German royal family all use Swiss watches, which is really a turtle.

Chris didn't want to deal with these Dixies anymore, and he couldn't figure out why the family had arranged for him to come here, these red-necked nouveau riche didn't even know their cousins.

"Swiss? See you for the first time. ”

"I think you should also think carefully about our proposal, five million dollars to buy 60 percent of the shares, or ten million dollars to buy the entire hero pharmaceutical company, we only need the pharmaceutical company, as for your fertilizer and oil companies have nothing to do with us, you can still operate independently."

"I guess I'd better wait for my nephew to come, after all, Hero holds 80 percent of Hero Pharmaceutical, and the three of us and John Muller each have five percent."

"Can a sixteen-year-old still influence the decision-making of the Texans? Please, this is not a Texas ......."

”

Tom pushed open the double doors of the conference room and walked into the conference room in his cheap suit of his own design. The only woman in the room, Tom's mother, Penny, stood up when she saw Tom come in, walked up to Tom's side, and hugged Tom with a doting face.

Chris looked at the teenager who interrupted him in shock.

"This is Texas indeed!

"Thank you, Lord, I thought something had happened to you, my cookies."

"Mom, I'm fine, you go out first, and then leave it to me."

"Okay, mom will go back and pray to God for your success."

After Penny left, there were now five men in the room, and the meeting could really be between two men.

"I thought I really wanted my daughter-in-law to be involved in this kind of thing."

"I'm sorry grandpa, I'm late, there was a little accident on the way, I went to deal with it just now."

"Texas girls just need to cook and have children, nephew is not I said you, why create such a strange system, and let younger siblings participate in this kind of share competition."

"I came out of my mother's body, and I felt that only my hometown could wait for me to make decisions when I was away. We Texans just can't wait to make all decisions, never waiting for anyone and not caring about right or wrong. ”

Indeed, my brother and sister have been repeating the same sentence for the past two days: "Wait for my son to come back and make a decision, the Lord will bless us!" ””

"Hahaha, I'm also a Texan man, how can I really leave things to a woman to decide!"

Tom has become accustomed to the disgusting sexism of Texas, and in the eyes of these people, women should simply cook and raise children.

Tom looked at the acquisition contract in his hand and couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Let me take a look, if you want to buy a pharmaceutical company with a profit of more than $2 million in half a year, how do you get your confidence? A company with an annual profit of four or five million dollars, if I split the equity and sell it to the bastards of Wall Street or the City of London, at least not sell it for 100 million? ”

"Mr. Tom, you may not know that on Wall Street, pharmaceutical companies don't sell much money, and your drugs have been copied in various states, and they won't pay you a penny for the patents."

"You don't think we make money from aspirin, do you?"

"I know that you have relied on all sorts of new painkillers to hit the opium and marijuana market in order to make so much money in such a short period of time, but have you ever thought that we in Boston also have excellent painkillers? And, as far as I know, there is not a single "sales agency" in the northern states right now willing to sell your new "painkillers". ”

When it comes to acquisitions, Tom's elders are standard "Texans" who don't understand all the jargon.

"Then why do you Bostons go all the way to buy up our Texas hillbilly companies? I guess I can't find a way to make these patent-pending special "painkillers"? It's not that I'm underestimating you, but it will take at least 30 years for you to get how to make aspirin, and maybe by 1897 you'll know how to make aspirin. ”

"You don't really want to talk to our Boston consortium about the acquisition? Do you know what the Boston consortium stands for in the United States? Could it be that you want to go to war with us Bostonians? ”

"I'll keep you a little secret, if it were me, I'd take care of all the railroads around Houston and the derailment wouldn't be on the shoulders of you Boston tourists. Rather than just setting up an ambush on the highway near Houston. ”

"What are you talking about, I don't understand, Mr. Tom?"

"It's just a joke, a joke. I'm happy to accept the Boston family's takeover, and look, I'm signed the contract. ”

Tom signed his name on the contract for First National Bank of Boston's acquisition of Hero Pharma Bank, snapped his fingers again, and John slowly walked into the conference room, walking towards Chris Adams with an unkind face.

"Ten million dollars, I really want to know if the great-grandson of the Father of the Nation is worth ten million dollars."

"What do you mean, Mr. Tom?"

"Next time you prepare a killer, don't use pistols and rifles, I recommend that you use the latest Spencer serial gun, which is a new product in our United States in recent years."

Tom Smith slowly walked to the window and opened the curtains, and outside Smith Square there were three burning carriages and dozens of hanged Yankees.

"Welcome to Texas! Yankee soft eggs! ”