The Count of Monte Cristo is a work by the great French writer Alexandre Dumas, which tells a story about revenge. The location starts from Marseille, the destination of the San Marino. For the long journey, these two books have become indispensable for Sheffield.

To adjust, he felt that the protagonist in it had the same mood as Lafayette.

I really don’t know. A few days ago, just because of a piece of legislation, the southern states lost two billion U.S. dollars in labor. It’s no wonder that even if it happened thirty years ago, it only needs to be mentioned today.

Most Dixie people are extremely angry about this incident. Thirty years ago, this was an astronomical amount of money.

What's wrong with these two billion dollars? Isn't it delicious to use it to buy ribs? What's more, labor was so expensive back then, and it was almost the entire property of many southern families.

"I want to earn two billion in this life, and if I live long, this number will increase." Sheffield set a small goal for himself but immediately overturned it, just in case he lived as long as the famous philanthropist Mr. Rockefeller.

100 years old, taking into account inflation, this goal is a bit of a loss.

"Men who march forward to the French motherland, the day of glory has come! Despotism and tyranny are oppressing us, and the motherland is groaning in pain. You can see the fierce soldiers, killing people everywhere. They come from your arms.

Here, take away the lives of your wife and children. Citizens arm themselves, and citizens fight to the death." Sheffield was in his room, humming the French national anthem Marseillaise. He was almost approaching his destination. If nothing goes wrong, two days later,

The ship will dock.

Sheffield, who fully expressed his artistic talents, did not care about the unfriendly degree of Marseillaise to his own class, and devoted himself to it. When it came to entertaining himself, he did not need to ask anyone for advice.

Of course, the recent conflict cannot be calm, but for the Secretary of State and his party on the same ship, this is an internal conflict within the United States. Furthermore, Sheffield's age is a good cover and can be explained away as being young and ignorant.

Of course, this is mainly because Sheffield, the pillar of the motherland, is a man with a lot of money and can be trained. A few mistakes cannot be said to be mistakes.

"If you are dissatisfied, the United States is a free country. You can curse the darkness, corruption, and inaction of the government. It doesn't matter!" One day before arriving in Marseille, Sheffield, as a man of his word, said

, naturally you have to return the book to the other party, borrow it just as it is said to be borrowed, this is not robbery.

As the ship slowly docked, Sheffield changed the topic and said with his head held high, "It's okay to scold the United States and the federal government. After all, these are natural human rights, but you can't scold me. The United States and the government are intangible things.

And I am a human being, if you dare to be dissatisfied with me, it is my natural right to destroy you."

"I wish you a happy stay in Europe!" Sheffield reached out and took off his top hat as a slight gesture. He dressed neatly again and got off the ship surrounded by a group of black-gold employees. He never thought about using these ordinary people to have the ability to change everything.

In his eyes, passengers are all beings who can't even hit their knees when they jump up. What's the point of calling them?

There are already people from the Sheffield French Branch waiting at the port. Although they work in farming, the Sheffield family is also a farmer with international trade thinking. Agricultural and animal husbandry products were the only unimpeded products before the United States. Rockefeller's oil in England

The branch company was called the Anglo-American Oil Company, and the one in Germany was called the Deutsche-American Oil Company. There were also other companies established.

American companies like Rockefeller who were able to enter Europe were still rare in this era. In this sense, the factory owners in the north were not as international-minded as the plantation owners in the south.

"Hey, Cade!" John Connor walked at the front, hugged the people who came to greet him, and said hello in French, "It seems that you are very comfortable in France."

"That's not all. It's just a little too plain and less exciting than going to sea." Cade shook his head slightly, looked at Sheffield and said, "Is it Master William? The train ticket to Paris is ready.

"

"Thank you!" Sheffield nodded his thanks and looked back at the bustling dock. Otherwise, he had no interest in traveling in his life. He simply felt that traveling was a waste of time and had no plans to stay in the world-famous Marseille.

I mean, I can’t wait to get on the train to Paris right away.

During this period, he also stamped his feet vigorously. During this month, he could see nothing but the sea, and nothing but a deck under his feet. He suddenly felt down to earth, which was a bit unreal.

Cade smiled and said nothing. He is not a talkative person. In fact, although he has no shortage of blood on his hands, he has a good temper. He himself keeps this matter very separate. Work is work and cannot affect it.

Life.

The Champs Elysées on the Seine in Paris. The reason why Paris is so famous today must be thanked to one person, the French Emperor Napoleon III. Although he lost some of Napoleon's people, he played a great role in the planning of Paris.

big effect.

Sheffield believed that he could not be blamed for the defeat in the Franco-Prussian War. After all, France would continue to lose to Germany in subsequent history. Just get used to this kind of thing.

At a corner, John Connor found the address and knocked on the door in front of a three-story apartment. It wasn't until he felt that he had found the wrong place that a young girl in pajamas opened the door and brought him

With a trace of tiredness, he opened his mouth and asked, "Who are you?"

John Connor took two steps back and looked around. Did he find the wrong one? Brick looked at Sheffield who was standing not far away.

"Julie, who is it!" A well-kept middle-aged man, also wearing pajamas, appeared and glanced at the group of uninvited guests outside the door.

"That's him!" Sheffield took out his pocket watch. It was now ten minutes before eleven o'clock in Paris. He walked past the crowd and came to the man. He looked at the girl who opened the door and grinned secretly. This lady was no older than

I am too big.

After a flurry of activity, ten minutes later, Sheffield stood in front of a huge mirror, looking at the lines on it suspiciously, recalling the height and figure of the lady who had just opened the door, and finally understood the two less obvious circular marks.

Understand, it is true that old people never grow old.

"My dear son, what should I say before coming to Paris!" Harry Sheffield still didn't change his dress, holding a goblet in his hand and sitting precariously on the sofa, looking very relaxed and at ease.

"I can't reach you!" Sheffield looked at the other person who thought he was handsome and unrestrained, and chose to tell the truth.

Harry Sheffield nodded, drank the red wine in the glass directly, and said after thinking, "As you know, there are a lot of things going on here in Paris, I'm exhausted, and my body has been exhausted recently."
Chapter completed!