These people were sent into the police system, but the time was a little earlier, and the purpose was a little clearer. Anyway, the police of the United States are like this. Sheffield is doing this out of respect for history, respect for the United States as the police, and the country.

Facts put the United States' police system on the right track.

No matter who he is facing now, he can touch his conscience and say that he has a clear conscience. If a safe environment is really created, who will the Habsburg factories produce guns and sell them to? If they can't sell them, they will lose money.

What.

The flesh and blood steamed buns are also steamed buns, and they are better than going hungry! Showing a clear path to the members of the Ku Klux Klan, Sheffield said with a sincere look, "I believe there will be a day when you can appear in public."

"Thank you so much, Master William!" Conley, the convener of the various states, felt the same as a poor boy from a wild background who suddenly had the opportunity to join a famous and decent family. From now on, they are already well-established people.

"The world is divided into black and white, and the police system is the most intuitive law enforcement agency. Members of the Ku Klux Klan who cannot enter the police system can definitely do some less legal businesses, and then you will be able to manage yourselves. Isn't this good?

"What?" Sheffield waved his hand and said casually, "It's up to you to determine the intensity of law enforcement at that time. Only when you have the power to enforce the law can you define who is breaking the law."

This is the truth. To these people, Sheffield, considering that they are all Dixie people, can be regarded as teaching them everything they have. As for how much they can understand and how to learn and apply it, it depends on their understanding.

Sheffield hid his merit and fame deeply, covering his chest and asking himself, his heart, which was not very red in the first place, turned darker.

This time Sheffield did not stand up to see him off. His politeness was limited to strangers and people of his own class. The former had nothing to lose. The folk customs here in the United States were so simple. If anyone dared to pull the emperor down, he would draw a gun and kill himself.

Thanks to the latter. We are all friends in the class trenches. Sheffield can disrespect this person, but he will not dislike the other person's money.

Therefore, a mixed-race plantation owner like McHale can still get the respect of Sheffield, and the other person's appearance problem is not serious. If you find a Yanma generation, others will not be able to tell. Pushkin's descendants in Russia are also respected.

Among the blond and blue-eyed girls, who can tell by their appearance that their ancestors are black?

As for people who rely on themselves to make profits, to put it simply, the existence of these people is roughly the same as that of his black man named Yang Ji, who hopes to spread the dog food on his own. Although it is not polite to think so, the essence of the fact is that

so.

In Oak Manor, Sheffield was so busy that even if he was a talkative king, one batch of things coming one after another would be enough to make him upset.

"Actually, for the small countries with these goals, my personal suggestion is to use some black people from the United States to work. This will make it easier to hide our goals. Our family is very strict about the management of subordinate employees, but the employees of the Black Gold Company are in Haiti, and the goals are also very big.

!" Holding the plan brought by McHale, Sheffield, as the single largest shareholder, put forward his own suggestions, "Regarding the black community, no matter what their inner attitude is, people have come in, and they should use it. Many small countries in Central America.

, mixed race is extremely serious, and our own employees are too eye-catching. Besides, these countries are nominally independent countries after all. We have indirect control, so it is best not to come forward ourselves."

If Gale comes here, maybe Sheffield will change his rhetoric even if he thinks so. He won't have to hide it in front of McHale, and he can also show that he pays more attention to other aspects of the skin color issue. He can also deal with it.

McHale tried to comfort him.

"By the way, McHale, you can settle in Houston. Texas is divided into Latinos." Sheffield almost sank into the sofa and said weakly, "This can save a lot of trouble."

"Is there anything difficult about it?" McHale said hesitantly. The environment in the United States is indeed quite harsh, and it is completely different from that in Brazil.

"What's the problem? There are Indians in Texas. The law is very effective in front of most people, but not so effective in front of some people. You see, Virginia pays so much attention to skin color. Who doesn't know that as the first British

In the colonies, many big figures have Indian ancestry?" Sheffield waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "The federal system is all Indian, how many people have you seen mention it?"

After hearing Sheffield's words, McHale felt relieved. Strictly speaking, his skin color problem was not serious. It was just that his mother's Latin appearance made it more eye-catching in the United States.

"William, to be honest, your attitude really reassures me." McHale breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Where is Miss Anne, has she gone to school?"

"There is a telegram from Paris, she went to pick it up!" Sheffield stretched his shoulders and said tiredly, "But judging by the time, we should be back soon!"

After a while, McHale left Oak Manor, leaving a gift before leaving. Sheffield opened it and saw a whole box of cigars, grinning and saying, "I don't smoke, actually you might as well give it a try."

"What's wrong with you?" When Anne returned to Oak Manor, she saw Sheffield, who was in a state of ecstasy. She frowned and said, "Drink? Please take a look at something. I can't reply without your approval."

"What is it!" Sheffield took the telegram and scanned it at a glance. He fell into a long silence. His eyes darted around as if he was thinking about something. He blurted out, "What's the relationship between Coubertin and your family?"

Sample?"

"It turns out they are all members of the royalist party. He is from a noble family, but I don't know much about it, except that we had social relationships with my father when he was still alive!" Anne frowned and said slowly, "But he is the best among the nobles.

He is an outlier who always advocates sports matters and talks about being a strong sports country."

This is not an anomaly among the nobles! Sheffield rolled his eyes. He had never seen a beggar who didn't have enough to eat to care about sports, but this matter is not without its benefits. And there are many benefits!

What an opportunity to establish a character? This is an opportunity that Sheffield and others can't wait for. Sports is the best opportunity to unite people, especially for the United States now. However, the country's affairs have nothing to do with Sheffield. He only knows that he can be famous.

, it is still very cheap to gain popularity.
Chapter completed!