Six Hundred and First Women Who Do Not Lie

Text 0601 Women Who Don’t Lie

The dance party became higher and higher, and the atmosphere became lower and lower.

In the middle of the dance at 8 o'clock in the evening, the big shots who really have the right to speak have finished the first round of etiquette, and finally they can hand over the dance floor to young people who don't know hunger and cold, and get together to talk about romantic things.

Green led Seeger into a circle of six people, leaned back on the sofa, and lit a cigar comfortably.

Old fur tycoon Smantz gasped and coughed heavily: "Damn old hammer, I'm going to pinch your broken smoke!"

"What do you know? Coughing helps clear up the phlegm in your lungs, old butcher who doesn't know what's good or bad." Green lazily pinched his cigarette butt, "The whole town is saying that your life is not long, which means that quitting smoking and drinking will cure the disease at all. Not your disease. You need special stimuli like young women, Indian scalps, and Cuban cigars."

"I will live longer than you!" Old Smantz spat, raised his head, and looked at Sieg behind Green strangely, "You just said young women, don't you..."

"Shut your mouth, old man. Even if the Sons of Liberty are incorporated into the Continental Army, the people of Kidalil are not something you can covet."

"Kidariel?"

Sig smiled: "Gentlemen, I am Sigrit, Sigrit Christina Teresia, Mr. Kidaril's tutor, and the chairman of Boston Holy Spring Girls' School."

Green interjected: "Teresia is a well-known educator in Boston. This time she came to Hartford to establish a branch school. In addition, Kidaril admires her intelligence very much. I would also like to guarantee that she has the resources we joined. A mind beyond comparison.”

"I didn't expect that Miss is actually a wise man..."

Green wanted a glass of passing spirits and swallowed it down his throat: "Miss Teresia, what do you think about that unattainable Ms. Xavier?"

"It's a very proud beauty." Sig sipped a light cider, "After that amazing toast, I saw that she just politely danced with Mr. Governor for a section, and then sat there There. In the past hour or so, she probably rejected 30 people?"

"She is waiting for someone, but none of the people she really wants to see will come to her." Green picked up the cigar again, thought for a while, and threw it back. "Miss Teresia, you know exactly what I want to ask."

"Want to hear me tell the truth?" Seeger narrowed his eyes.

"……explain."

"The truth is, what that lady said is all the truth." Seeger put down his exquisite wine glass, "The project of 600,000 yuan is not something you gentlemen can afford, especially the construction period of this project is as long as 200,000 yuan. Even if you barely participate, you will be dragged down by the long investment stage, there is no doubt about it.”

"The so-called bright future is also true. With the development of the steel city plan, Hartford is destined to become an investment hotspot. Drake's 600,000 pounds will attract countless 600,000 pounds, and a super chaebol will attract More super chaebols."

"This place must be prosperous. The docks, ports, highways, and even the few railways in the entire New World will connect this place with the whole world. People who live here will enjoy the huge dividends of the development of a town into a city. Everyone can Sit back and reap the rewards.”

The beautiful blueprint was presented in front of the audience without warning, and they couldn't help sinking in. Only Mr. Green, who had been in contact with Seeger for two days, seemed to have heard something else from Seeger's indifferent tone. .

He asked tentatively, "So... we're supposed to welcome her, wait for Drake's money to flow in, and gold to fall into our pockets?"

"Probably." Sig rubbed the rim of the cup with his fingertips, "Mr. who has such thoughts... will probably die soon."

"...will... die?"

"Of course not really dead, although I don't rule out that possibility, but most of the gentlemen here should just become ordinary rich or poor people.

When you are excluded from the freshman Hartford, I should be accurate in using the word dead? "

Green woke up, and so did the tycoons who owned Levi Street.

"Does Miss Teresia think we will lose in the subsequent competition?"

"Don't you guys imagine that you can't lose? In a commercial city full of super rich and their allies, do you also imagine that your little alliance can be unbreakable forever?"

Seeger laughed mockingly.

"Mr. Governor must have seen this ending. After all, he is a politician. His family will never be dragged down by the fighting in the next two decades. Instead, he can rely on the rapid development of this city and this state to accumulate sufficient political resources. Capital, try to challenge higher life achievements.”

"The people of the whole city are also standing on the opposite side of you. They are the insignificant rich and poor. They are the group of people who can really enjoy the benefits of Drake's plan. You can't let them reject Drake, even if you want to fight against Derek. Lake, they will become your enemies without hesitation."

"As for you..." Sig looked playfully at the tycoons in the circle, "Should you entrust your fate to the unknown future? Or should you bet on the irresistible present?"

"Actually, it's only now..." Old Smantz made a hissing phlegm in his throat, "I'm just a small fur trader, with a legendary fortune of more than 600,000 yuan, but the real cash is less than 100,000 yuan. Ten thousand."

"I don't think I'll be able to survive the big plutocrats. Now, as long as Drake's money doesn't actually flow into Hartford, it's still our Hartford."

Green re-patted on the coffee table in front of him: "It's time to act, gentlemen. We hold 16 of the 23 seats in the city council and 20 of the 63 seats in the state assembly. As long as we Together, Drake's pounds don't go to Hartford."

"Let the Brits go back to England, we fought for eight years and now... it's just a continuation of the War of Independence!"

"God bless us."

"God bless us."

"God bless us!"

One after another the tycoons left the table one after another, holding their cups and blending into other circles naturally.

A warm waltz was played on the dance floor, and the young people laughed and hugged together, just watching it made people feel intimate.

Green didn't move, and neither did Sig.

She stood demurely behind Green, with her hands folded on her stomach, and she looked at the dancing young people with a smile.

"I made some bad incitement just now, Mr. Green."

"Incitement?" Green frowned, "Could it be that your analysis just now was a lie?"

"No, no, no, I swore to God when I was ten years old, that I would never lie to anyone in my life, and would abide by the virtue of honesty."

"Then what exactly is the incitement you're talking about?"

"Some verbal misleading, such as... death."

"You explained that it wasn't real death."

"That's why I said it was misleading. These symbolic words that represent the status of the family, live or die."

"Most of the gentlemen on Levi Street specialize in the manufacture of raw materials for rough processing, for example, your family deals in rough iron blanks, Mr. Smantz's family deals in furs, and Mr. Tomilov in the parking lot specializes in woolen yarn. "

"You are the downstream backbone of the industrial chain. You need to invest a lot of labor, arrange extensive storage, and bear high freight costs. The actual profit margin is far lower than that of the precision industry and the most upstream manufacturing industry."

"For those large chambers of commerce, you are necessary and valuable. Occupying your living space will not bring them profits. Instead, it will make their structure bloated and redundant, reducing administrative efficiency and increasing administrative costs. "

"I guess most of you... as long as you don't stupidly obstruct or provoke enemies you can't defeat... most businesses will survive, and some will even be better than they are now. Of course, the seats in parliament must be handed over .”

"However, under the great tide, sacrificing political interests for economic interests, this kind of situation is at most called survival for the family, and it should be far from enough to be called dead."

Holding the wine glass, Mr. Green looked puzzled and shocked: "Since... since... why is Miss Teresia?"

"Because assuming that 16 Levi can survive at least 15, you must be the only one who died, and there will be no second possibility."

bang!

"Why?"

"Because looking at North America and Europe, the great Drake Chamber of Commerce has never set foot in the steel industry. When a large chamber of commerce enters a new field, it will not start from scratch like a small and medium-sized chamber of commerce. It is completely inefficient to do so."

"Their way of doing business is very simple. Find a high-quality chamber of commerce that can be used as a foundation, acquire or destroy it, and then absorb its mature management, workers and equipment, inject capital to reorganize, and expand its scale."

Sig looked at Carmen who was sitting alone in the distance with a smile: "Now, Mr. Green, do you know why the Drake Chamber of Commerce chose Hartford instead of New Haven, which has excellent shipping conditions?"

Green turned around like a ghost.

"That woman must not be allowed to succeed! Brits go back to England, Hartford can drive them out once, and they can get rid of them a second time! We are so united!"

"Ah... unity..."

The playful, ironic voice reappeared, such as the whispering and whispering voice of the little devil in the myth.

Seeger had just the right amount of surprise on his face, opened his eyes wide, covered his mouth, and directed Green's gaze in the direction of Carmen Xavier with the utmost deliberation.

Carmen welcomed the first batch of heavyweight visitors tonight. The textile tycoon on Levi Street, Ivic Tomilov, brought his family members to chat and laugh with her.

We are so united...

Mr. Green seemed to hear an echo coming from the back of his mind.

If we can get rid of them once, we can get rid of them a second time...

Drake's pound won't go to Hartford as long as we stick together...  

As long as we unite...

The dam burst.

"Ivic Tomilov...you...traitor!"

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