August 31, 1866,

The 243rd day of the year is 122 days before the end of the year.

It's almost exactly two-thirds of the way through the year.

The Smith factory has been in operation for more than three months, and the goods produced in the factory area are still being hoarded.

Only the Kinkela fertilizer has a small sales volume in Texas.

But Texas, which has only about 100,000 agricultural workers, can't absorb all the fertilizer in the Smith factory area.

There is currently no outlet in the Smith Factory District that can eat such a large amount of merchandise.

Tom, a millionaire, is about to become a loser.

But Tom didn't worry about the sale of goods at all, and instead focused on dealing with the mafia problem in various cities in Texas.

After tackling the Houston mafia, the mafia in several other cities within Texas is even less important.

After all, not every city in Texas has a good port for trade, making it a suitable breeding ground for the mafia.

Tom can now say out loud that he is now the Emperor of all the cities of Texas.

In any city in Texas, there is no longer a threat to its existence.

As for places outside the city? Those farmers?

Forget it, Tom is not suitable to fight with these slave owners with thousands of muskets, and Tom still has to win over these people.

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Austin,

On a high platform:

"Smith Fertilizer - Golden Fertilizer Fertilizer!"

"No loss, no evaporation, zero waste!"

"Jin Ke La chemical fertilizer, can absorb less than two meters of nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium!"

"Jin Ke La fertilizer, one bag can be used as two bags!"

"Texas needs Kimkora! This is our own Texan fertilizer! ”

A group of beautiful girls in bikinis, dancing their proud figures, sell the golden fertilizer in their hands to the surrounding farmers.

The surrounding farmers don't know whether it is better to look at the fertilizer or the bikini?

Across the street from this booth is the majestic government building of Texas.

Next to the government building, in a building called the Austin Smith Building, which is not inferior to the government building in appearance, a group of five big and three thick red necks gathered in the conference room.

Standing on the podium, Tom began his preaching with the "Proposal" and the "Texas Anti-Narcotics Plan" in his hand.

"If the poison flows into the world, it will be very harmful, and the law should be strict. If you still ignore it, it will be that after a few decades, Texas will have few soldiers to defend against the enemy, and there will be no money to replenish. ”

"Texas is plagued by all kinds of illegal trade, human trafficking, illegal drugs, and even our agricultural products, all of which are smuggled and don't get the price they deserve."

"The mafia that controls the smuggling trade is wantonly infringing on the interests of our Texan people."

How could a group of barely literate farmers understand what Tom was saying, and a red neck clasped his ears, stood up, and asked Tom a question.

"Mr. Smith, you said before that as long as we support you, you will make the fertilizer cheaper by 10%, are you joking?"

"What is smuggled or not, we only care about how much money is used to make Jinkela fertilizer."

"Also, is it true that you said that the loan you gave out can also be interest-free for a month?"

“……”

Under the lead of picking his ears and red neck, everyone asks if the return promised by Tom before is real.

“*******，*******？”

"I will definitely fight for a better Texas all my life, how can the price of a little fertilizer and the interest on the loan touch my devout love for the state?"

"Rest assured, the conditions I promised you before are true."

"After the deed is completed, it will definitely be arranged for the position."

"In a few days' meeting, please join me in casting your solemn and precious vote for a better Republic of Texas!"

After hearing Tom's assurance, dozens of rednecks all looked happy and began to fantasize about the good life brought by the cheap fertilizer and the interest-free loan for three months.

As for what tobacco spirits franchise and narcotics are a problem?

Don't be funny, these red-necked farmers, pick out any one, and have more muskets in their house than any Chicago mafia.

Each farm also has enough self-sufficient tobacco and other addictive products to grow, and there is its own moonshine brewing pond at the bottom of the farm.

The rednecks don't care about the monopoly of narcotics and tobacco spirits.

When Tom asked them to sign the foreign investment tax exemption bill and the letter of conferral of the title of patriotic entrepreneur, it was also because Tom's inventory at the New York fertilizer factory gave them in advance that they signed it.

Tom also bullied and bullied the little cute governor and those cultural people, these old hats with strong armed forces and five big and three thick are not easy to bully.

After the meeting, Tom took the Rednecks to visit the Smith Company's booth, and the dazzling array of unsalable goods attracted the attention of every Redneck.

It fully demonstrates the industrial strength of Tom Smith's Smith Company, the only large factory owner in Texas and even in the Dixie area.

A few days later, the Texas state meeting took place as scheduled.

At the meeting, Tom Smith's two proposals were almost unanimous, but the other was debated by the rednecks.

"Fellow Texans, it's time to make a decision."

"How should we, the Lone Star State, respond to the intensifying anti-Yankeo action in Dixie, or support the Yankee side of the United States of America, or support the allies in the Civil War, or ...... with the Europeans?"

A state legislator's speech officially kicked off the state House's debate on the future direction of Texas.

"I think it's better for us to hang up on our own merits, and there's no point in helping either side......"

"I think we can take this opportunity to be independent and see what practical help the Europeans can give."

"Just those bullshit Europeans? At the beginning of the Civil War, reinforcements were promised, and the result? ”

"The Europeans who care about his grandmother's legs, are we afraid of Yankee?"

"If it's a big deal, fight to the death! We had a lot of dealings with them back then, and now we have our own military factory, are we still afraid of him?! ”

"Fuck it!"

"Yes, it's a big deal that the fish die and the net is broken, and those miscellaneous pieces are desperate!"

“……”

Tom sat alone in the far right corner of the last row, silently watching a group of rednecks who looked like they were about to fight, and scolding the Yankews with red faces.

Tom is now only concerned about narcotics and law and order in Texas, which is the key to Tom's future profitability.

After about twenty minutes, the gang finally vented their dissatisfaction with the outside forces, but in the end, they did not discuss the final attitude of Texas.

Without the speech of a heavyweight congressman like Tom Smith, or the high degree of convergence of interests among all lawmakers, it would be difficult to discuss the outcome.

Anyway, this kind of major event is not something that these delegates can decide after a single discussion, and Tom estimates that the next state legislature will be nothing more than a "scolding street" for foreign forces.