"What's in it for me to join you?"

"Huh? Aren't you adamantly against the Yankee government? ”

"Yes, that's right, I can't wait to tear the Yankee government apart tomorrow."

"We, the Ku Klux Klan, are also firmly opposed, aren't we like-minded friends?"

"Friends? Poof, hehe. ”

Tom couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard Nathan's words.

Nathan, who was standing opposite, was also a little confused by Tom's reaction.

In Nathan's mind, after listening to his "ambition", Tom will directly and excitedly join the Ku Klux Klan, become the rich man of the Ku Klux Klan, and unconditionally support all the affairs of the Ku Klux Klan.

"I'm against the Yankee administration because it makes money by building factories in Texas."

"I support your Ku Klux Klan, do you have any interest?"

Nathan was a little puzzled, the Texans he met on the road all said that Tom was the key to getting Dixie back into the slavery nest, could it be fake?

"Interests or something, is it more important to restore our Dixie's former glory?"

"The glory of the past?"

Tom shook his head helplessly, and instead of looking at Nathan again, he turned around, picked up the fishing rod, and continued to be an "Air Force" angler.

Tom was a little disappointed that the founder of the famous Ku Klux Klan in later generations was such a brainless megalomaniac.

What a waste of the songs that Tom's idols wrote for them in later generations.

"How can you cry, everything will be fine, everything will go, you have to think."

Tom subconsciously hummed the famous work of the leader of the East Asia branch of the Ku Klux Klan in his previous life, and Tom missed the Internet life again.

Nathan did not give up pursuing Tom's support, in Nathan's view, Tom, a young and promising rich man, but the best successor of the Ku Klux Klan in the future, must find ways to win it over.

The point is to have money, after the slavery was broken, Nathan went from a medium-sized manor owner with dozens of slaves to an ordinary red-necked overnight, without any business talent, he continued to fail in various investments, and his assets were about to be squandered.

The Ku Klux Klan must have a rich man.

"Mr. Smith, do you really not want Dixie to return to his former glory?"

"The glory of the past? The glory of the past. ”

Tom sat on the Maza, looking at the calm Brazos River, and remembered the days of his last life in Texas.

"Biting!"

Tom felt the pressure on the rod and began to wit the fish in the river.

After a while, Tom felt that it was a big fish from the strength of the rod.

"It's a big fish, take a hand, pull me along."

"Oh! Oh! ”

Nathan also fished a lot when he was rich, and was much more skilled than Tom, and with Nathan's help, a four-pound sunfish was pulled out of the water.

"It's beautiful."

The sunfish's brilliant scales looked extremely dazzling in the sunlight, and Tom put the fish into the bamboo building next to him with satisfaction, and happily patted Nathan on the shoulder.

"Nathan, thank you."

"You're welcome, Tom."

Friendships between men are sometimes so wonderful, and Tom suddenly thinks of a crazy plan when he is just pulling fish.

It's true that the current Ku Klux Klan is not helpful to Tom, but can't Tom transform the Ku Klux Klan into a new Democratic Party?

Even Nathan, a racially supremacy bastard, has a physique and fishing skills that Tom envies, can't he be transformed in three ks?

"Nathan, I'm asking you a question."

"Say it, Tom."

"Do you want to be president of the United States?"

"No kidding."

"Do you think I'm joking?"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, my friend, and I will definitely support you to become the next president of the United States."

Tom wiped his hands, helped Nathan straighten out the collar that had been messed up by helping with fishing, pulled off the tie of the bodyguard next to him, and helped Nathan tie a beautiful Windsor knot on a white Ku Klux Klan party uniform.

"April 13, 1866, may be a great day for you that will change your life."

"You want to rely on these false things to restore the glory of Dixie by exploits that do not belong to you."

"But that afternoon, for me, or for any farmer who could really sway Dixie, was an ordinary Friday that couldn't be on it."

"You have to remember that if you really want to be president of the United States, you have to do what I say......"

The next morning, Nathan, who had been chatting with Tom all night, left Houston with the campaign tactics that Tom had taught him.

Before Nathan could make his mark in Dixie, another train full of human rights fighters arrived in Houston.

They, no, it should be them.

They were several of the top leaders of the American Association for Equal Rights — Lucy Stone, Henry Brown Blackwell, and Julia Ward Howe — and a group of fighters for the American women's liberation movement that came with them.

Tom doesn't treat these feminist fighters as perfunctory as he does with Nathan.

The train full of more than a dozen feminist fighters slowly entered the station with a screeching brake sound, and several middle-aged women in luxurious clothes slowly stepped off the train.

"Lucy, Henry, Julia, I'm here."

Tom, who had been waiting here for a long time, took his younger brother Loki and others to greet several feminist fighters.

"Dear friends, you really miss me."

Tom couldn't help but say that he relied on his arm span of more than 1.8 meters to hold the three most powerful women among several feminist fighters in his arms, and his expression could not hide his excitement.

After "freeing" the three fighters from his arms, Tom also took turns giving the three feminist fighters a veneer ceremony.

Tom's overly cordial behavior surprised the other feminist fighters around him and Tom's younger brother.

When did your boss/boss have such a good relationship with the other party?

"Mr. Smith, we should be meeting for the first time, right?"

Even the top of the three feminist fighters were a little confused, and the implication of this question was that Tom was a little too kind.

"Like-minded people are friends, like-minded people are friends."

"Although we have always exchanged letters before, every time we donate funds to the American Equal Rights Association, we also entrust someone to do so."

"But I firmly believe that like-minded we, certain comrades-in-arms who are good comrades-in-arms!"

"Comrades-in-arms who fight together for the cause of equal rights for the United States and even all mankind!"

Tom's masculine, handsome, angular North German face, combined with this decent remark, instantly raised Tom's status in the hearts of many feminist fighters, and his image became infinitely better.

"Mr. Smith, it's great that you have such an ambition."

"So what exactly did you say about the way that American women can be completely emancipated?"