"Boom."

Liam swallowed, fear overpowering anger, he had seen the "elite" of the Civil War in Boston, and the elite was nothing more than a group of state police or ruffians who joined the army for a hundred dollars.

Liam was the first to see a real modern army, a group that was supposed to be in Prussia, France, or Great Britain in Europe, and that was how it appeared in Texas.

Liam looked at the patent documents in his hand, looked around again, and suddenly remembered that the man across the table, like the Boston consortium, was not a "good" Yankee banker or a "savage" Dixie slave owner, but a real "industrial" mafia.

"Let's go!"

Fear, anger, and reluctance mingled in Liam's heart, and for the sake of his own life, Liam had to board the ship with his stupid cousin and members of the Boston consortium.

"Mr. Smith, you can come out, their civilian steamers don't have guns, and there are no guns to threaten the harbor at this distance."

After the paddle steamer had traveled about half a mile, John shouted to the harbor command building behind him.

"John, I didn't say you, your movements and laughter just now were too stiff, and that full of mockery was not reflected."

Tom walked out of the command building, walked to the position that Liam had done, beckoned two strong bodyguards, propped himself up in a chair to prevent himself from falling from behind, and crossed his legs on the table in front of him, the foot on top of it was still shaking, and the leather shoes on both feet kept colliding with each other, making a clicking sound without any rhythm or regularity.

"Don't use your hands as pillows and still be so stiff, it's too monotonous, it should be like me."

Tom put his hands on his chest, carefully buttoned the gray matter in his nails, and took out a small knife and sharpened his nails.

"Do you think I'm joking? By the way, let me tell you a little secret, our company recently established Heroine Pharmaceutical Company, and also applied for amodonlin. Patents for astracyrin, cyanomycin and other drugs, we will be competitors in the future, hahaha~"

"Poof~"

Looking at Tom's appearance, Milia, who was standing aside with a smile and a red cheek, couldn't hold back any longer and laughed.

Of course, no one in the audience laughed out loud except for Milia, and the others didn't laugh out loud even if their eyes were red.

John doesn't laugh because of his personality, while the reason for others is simple - fear of death.

"John, you're too stiff, not cheap enough, you have to be like me, behave like a slut."

"It's just that it's your first time after all, and you're performing okay, come on next time!"

"The next time I perform, I silently thought in my heart, I'm a slut, I'm a b~i~t~c~h~"

"Milia, come and get me a manicure."

Milia slowly walked over to Tom's place, took Tom's file, and began to polish Tom's nails.

"Why did Mr. Smith have to come to the port, and teach Mr. Muller such strange movements."

"People have hobbies, for example, I have a hobby."

"What hobby?"

"Did you just see that uncle?"

"I see."

"I like to see the expressions of these self-proclaimed "superior people" and "blue-blooded people" when they have to swallow their anger because of the most primitive desire to survive, which is simply a delicacy in the world. ”

"Then why is Mr. Smith hiding? Wouldn't it be better to do that in front of him? I think Mr. Smith must have done a better job than Mr. Mueller and would have humiliated that uncle even more. ”

Tom reached out his other hand and tapped it on Miria's little head.

"Where are so many why, fix your nails well."

"Don't knock me on the head, it hurts."

Of course, Tom will not say that he is afraid of death, after all, he can't be searched on this occasion, and there are a lot of people on the other side, what if there is a "fool" who only needs to die.

This kind of accident should be avoided as much as possible.

"By the way, I wonder if those Yankee families in the north have received my gift package? I'm really looking forward to it! How do you expect these sanctimonious people to react? ”

As for what kind of gift package it is? This has to be said a few days ago.

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A few days ago, two great American women learned that in Texas, the hardest hit area of sexism and racism, there are companies that are willing to hire female employees, and they are hired with high salaries.

This news was like a thunderbolt on the ground, giving these two feminist fighters who had just been used, played, and abandoned by Yankee once again see the dawn of hope.

"The hero company of the Smith family will definitely be the heroes of women in the United States and even all mankind, they are so enlightened and advanced!"

"I believe that his founder must be a fighter with respect for human rights and women's rights, and we must meet him and ask for his help!"

In this way, Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan Brownell Anthony, who have left a strong mark on American history and even human history, suspended all speeches, put down the activities of the women's liberation movement in their hands, and took the train to Texas, to Houston, and to the Smith Building.

They wanted to meet this Texas human rights hero and seek his support and help.

Of course, they were also very polite, and sent their own greetings by telegram before they arrived, explaining their intentions.

Tom didn't know these two great American women at all, but after the telegram greeting them, they looked like American "superior people" who had read poetry and books in terms of their choice of words and sentences, and Tom was full of curiosity about these two women, and after learning about their lives, he couldn't help but smile.

"Think the abolition of slavery in the North is a human right? Want to follow the abolitionist boom of the Civil War and develop women's rights? ”

"Still unconditionally helping the Northern Yankees in the war?"

"As a result, I didn't expect the Yankees to promise to support women's rights after the war, but they kept silent after the war was won."

"Hahaha, how can there be such a stupid human rights fighter!"

"What do you say, Milia? Are these two old women stupid! ”

"Judging from the content of the post, the two of them have a lot of respect for you, Mr. Smith, isn't it good to say that?"

"I'm just seeking truth from facts, and power is to be fought out by the barrel of a gun, not by a demonstration."

"How can a woman fight a war and win a man?"

"Think for yourself, you little idiot, go and give these to John, and by the way, tell the fertilizer factory to buy a little more oil residue from the east coast, as long as the price is still so low, give me a hard time, and the small problem that the northern market is difficult to open up will be solved immediately."

"Okay, Mr. Smith."

Milia walked out of Tom's office with a stack of papers, and Tom looked out the window at the smoky chimneys of the chemical plant and then at the ocean in the Gulf of Mexico.

"The right without the support of military strength is just a flash in the pan."

"How can a woman who is defeated by men in war get her rightful rights?"

Looking at the industrial "dirty" scene outside the window, Tom couldn't help but think about where the modern feminist is really based in the future?