Chapter 1515: Lessons Learned From Moving Capital Cheese

"Stopped?" Knowing that the investigation against Qinghua had stopped, Li Zitao's head was full of mist.

Truman?

Adams?

Otherwise, Jefferson took the initiative to stop, but this doesn't make sense!

The question didn't bother him for a long time, because Madelone appeared at Li's apartment in person that day and asked to meet him.

It seems that the new chairman of the African-American Committee has different ideas of his own.

"Let him come up." Li Zitao said to Farandi, "Please invite him to the study."

Let Tia prepare black tea and pastries, and unplug all the telephone lines, Li Zitao quietly sips tea and waits for the guests to arrive.

Wearing a suit and a gentleman's hat, Madelung had a resolute expression, clear and deep eyes, and exuded a persistent and meticulous temperament.

"Mr. Li, we finally meet." Madelung took off his hat and smiled.

Li Zitao added tea to the cup in front of him, made a gesture of invitation and said, "Try it, the top-quality black tea from the Far East, I rarely use it to entertain guests."

The annual output of this thing is too small, and Li Zitao can only get two or three taels. It's really a meal for a drink, and he can't get it even if he has money.

"Thank you." Madelung put the hat on the table, and carefully picked up the teacup and tasted it carefully.

This is a dedicated person, old-fashioned, stubborn, conservative, with his own thoughts and rules of life, and difficult to be influenced by the outside world.

Li Zitao already has a preliminary understanding and judgment of him from his attire, tone of voice and movements when talking, sitting posture and small movements of tasting tea.

"Can I call you Mo Sen?" Li Zitao put down his teacup and asked with a smile.

Madelung first puts the teacup into the cup holder, the handle of the cup forming a perfect 45-degree angle with himself.

Slightly sitting sideways, with a slight smile on his face, he said, "Of course, that's what my friends call me."

OCD!

Adding one in his mind, Li Zitao asked with a half-smile, "Are we friends? Mo Sen."

"if you are willing to.

"Madelon's decisive answer made him a little uncertain.

What made the other party's attitude change? Even if those bills caused him a lot of trouble, it was just trouble.

After all, for Jefferson, it was nothing more than a small amount of money.

What Li Zitao never expected was that the problem was these 'little money'.

The Jeffersons weren't as wealthy as he thought, and their political heritage didn't carry over to the business world.

There are many reasons, family training, lack of interest in business.

Jefferson's arrogance and prejudice against businessmen, and his marriage with the rich all the time, etc.

A lack of money is certainly not a lack of money, but it is somewhat difficult for Wald to treat hundreds of thousands of dollars as small money.

If it were his rich wife's family, hundreds of thousands would not be a problem.

It's just that the marriage between the two parties has signed a 'contract' before they get married, how much is the monthly fee, and who should keep the property after marriage.

If there is a divorce, the division of dowry and property, these have detailed provisions.

Maintaining a family requires all kinds of expenses. If it weren't for Wald's private house, which had enough money, Madelone would have to wait a little longer to receive the call.

Getting him to speak to his wife or natal family would be more difficult than killing him.

Seeing him lost in thought, Madelung offered to say, "Charlie, as a friend, I can offer you some help, especially with my position."

"If we become friends, can you continue in this position?" Li Zitao doubted this.

"Of course, Jefferson is not as powerful as imagined, and the shadow of our ancestors will eventually run out." Madelung said without respect.

He never thinks that he is a vassal of anyone, and the two parties are just a cooperative relationship.

The other party lacked basic politeness and respect for him, and the result could only be the same.

Looking at the man in front of him, Madelung actually respects him in his heart.

Anyone who desires success and is willing to work hard for it respects another who also strives.

"Actually, we're alike, Charlie," Madelon said suddenly.

"Oh?" Li Zitao smiled and listened attentively.

"I'm also a minority."

Hearing what he said, Li Zitao looked at him in surprise and said, "I didn't see it."

"My father is a mixed race, and my mother is a young lady from a British military officer's family. Fate brought them together. In order to break through the obstacles, they eloped."

It's another bloody story, but for Madelon, these are all his personal experiences and memories that he will never forget.

His mother's family is quite powerful in Britain, but will never recognize his identity.

Even his mother was kicked out of the family by his grandfather, who valued tradition and bloodlines, and never got his forgiveness until his death.

"Although my skin color is the same as theirs, from the bottom of my heart, I will never be recognized." Madelung's words were agreed by Li Zitao.

This is exactly how he feels these years. No matter how nice the other party says, he still has vigilance and rejection deep in his heart.

The instinct from the subconscious will be substituted unconsciously when thinking.

In recent years, Li Zitao has paid little attention to these issues.

Thinking about himself, isn't the instinctive intimacy when he meets a Chinese, the impulse to trust the other person, isn't it the same?

So, as long as he doesn't provoke himself, he really doesn't care about those gazes.

The heart has returned, but this is only for Li Zitao.

For Madelon, he wasn't even sure where he belonged.

His grandfather was a descendant of early African immigrants and Latin Americans, and his grandmother was a wise and kind Swedish woman of part-Germanic ancestry.

At that time, the love between the two was not allowed, and they almost died countless times because of it.

The union of his parents was opposed by everyone.

That's why they fled here.

"A newborn country of freedom, America." Speaking of freedom, Madelone's face was full of mockery.

What he experienced since he was a child made him clearly understand that the so-called freedom and justice are lies.

And what he wants to do is to change all this.

However, before he can really take action, he has to climb up desperately.

Only with enough power can he do what he wants.

"Aspiring idealist." It's not that Li Zitao wants to hit him, but that his ideas are too unrealistic.

Climbing up, right?

Abraham Lincoln, led the industrialists to move the farmers' cheese.

James Garfield, as a "diehard", appointed his opponent as Secretary of State, and even more intentionally gave up the position of tax collector, and the spoils were unevenly distributed.

William McKinley, the monopoly giant behind the monopoly, was outraged.

There is also the future little Kendi, what about the president, isn't there enough lessons learned from the past?

There is a price to be paid for the cheese that has been moved, and no one is an exception.