The three of them, supported by Tom in turn, got out of the carriage.

Before getting into the carriage, the four of them officially met for the first time.

By the time they got off the carriage, the four of them had become like-minded "comrades-in-arms".

For the first time, three middle-aged women understood what it was like to be around them.

The entourage of the four people is all partners who have been together day and night for many years, and it can also be seen from the spirit of the boss/leader that the relationship between the four has been sublimated.

If it is said that when he was at the train station, Tom's enthusiasm made the three middle-aged women feel a little embarrassed and excessively enthusiastic.

Now, the three women can not only accept Tom's self-acquainted enthusiasm, but also reciprocate Tom's more sincere affection.

Among comrades-in-arms, they should be as enthusiastic as the sea!

The group entered the renovated Smith Farm, but the farmer still showed signs of war.

The bullet marks on the door frames, the barrels of the bombed letterboxes, and the traces of some of the specially burned houses all tell the atrocities of the Yankee garrison.

The group entered a makeshift conference room in the Smith Farm, which had been specially expanded.

The conference room did not use French design to design the interior, as was the case in the Yankey area, nor did it have the various pompous artwork decorations commonly used by Yankee factory owners and European aristocrats.

Just a simple conference table, dozens of chairs, gone.

Not even a vase.

The only decorations may be a water glass on the conference table, and a few bottles of what appears to be gin.

Once everyone was seated, Tom glanced at the other female members of the American Association for Equal Rights, who had not yet spoken in depth, and then walked to the end of the long table.

Tom spoke on a two-meter-high whiteboard with his back to him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you must have understood by now, the American Association for Equal Rights. There is no fight for women's rights. ”

As soon as these words came out, including the three women who had already recognized Tom, their faces turned dark, and several young human rights fighters even wanted to refute directly, but they were forced back by the cold eyes of the three high-level executives.

All three middle-aged women knew that the American Association for Equal Rights was no longer what it used to be.

After the Civil War, the Yankees failed to deliver on their promise to give women equal voting rights with men.

Divisions have also arisen within the American Association for Equal Rights, and men within the association have reneged on their promise to stop publicly supporting the women's liberation movement.

"On the way here, I have already talked to three comrades-in-arms about this issue, those dirty politicians just want to use the power of the people to obtain benefits, not really want to improve the lives of the people, to solve the problem of slavery and discrimination between men and women, women are also one of the victims."

"Hmm."

Tom saw that some human rights fighters were a little unhappy, but Tom ignored them, and after his speech was approved by the three human rights fighters, he continued to speak.

Tom is focusing on seeking the help of these three people today, and the rest of them have too little influence.

"I came from Germany, from that backward country of aristocracy."

"Came to the pure land of America, where there are no nobles."

Although there is no Junker aristocracy like in Germany, there are also "new aristocrats" in disguise such as capitalists, factory owners, slave owners, etc. ”

"The oppression of employees, peasants, and women in America was no different from that of the Second German Reich in feudal system."

"Especially in terms of the rights of men and women, women are completely deprived of all rights."

"Have you ever thought about how to solve this problem fundamentally?"

Tom threw a highly controversial question at the human rights fighters in front of him, and it was an issue that was closely related to these human rights fighters.

Before the sentence was finished, all the human rights fighters present took the question into the question.

There are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand people, let alone such a highly controversial question.

"It's the oppression of men! It's all those hateful men. ”

"It's because women are the weak side in war, and their natural fighting power is not enough to fight men."

“……”

The three middle-aged women could no longer suppress the excited young power fighters around them.

These passionate human rights fighters expressed their opinions in the conference room of Smith Farm, and a heated debate soon began in the room.

Each human rights fighter gave his or her own interpretation of the current state of society, especially on the issue of the rights and interests of men and women.

In later generations, even the great men who died for the people could be requisitioned by princes from all walks of life on the Internet, not to mention the controversy of such highly subjective issues.

Tom interrupted the argument of the human rights fighters with a burst of laughter and applause.

"Hahaha."

"Bang bang."

Tom stood up laughing and clapped with his hands, and the eyes of these human rights fighters were also full of ridicule.

It was the first time that the three of them had seen a person who had just said that he would devote his life to the fight for human rights, and then he looked at himself as a clown.

This made them feel very strange, even weird, that the behavior of this young rich man in his twenties was too abnormal.

Tom slowly got up under the puzzled eyes of everyone, walked to the window, held a wine glass in his hand, jumped out of the window to look at the "farming" scene, took out a few boxes of cigars from his arms and placed them by the window.

"I don't drink, but in order to cope with the guests who may come here at any time, I often drink from a wine glass and pretend to be gin to taste it."

"I don't smoke, but I carry a box or two of fine cigars with me, so that I can take out my cigars and share them with them when I communicate with them."

"I'm an atheist, but I can talk to the followers around me, whether it's Jesus or Allah, whether it's Confucius or Shiva."

"Do you want to know why?"

Several feminist fighters are tingling with Tom's unique behavior and a barrage of strange questions, and they can't figure out what the young rich man smuggled from Germany means.

But Tom's tone is so solemn and dignified, not at all like those traditional men who are hypocritical but discriminate against women in their hearts.

Even the unconcealable ridicule in his eyes made the feminist fighters present not feel the contempt and disdain for women similar to those of other wealthy people in the United States.