The more the dance party rises, the higher the atmosphere becomes, the lower the pressure.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the big guys who really have the right to speak have finished the first round of etiquette dances, and finally handed over the dance floor to young people who were ignorant of hunger and cold, gathered together to talk about some romantic things.

Green brought Sieg into a circle of six people, leaned against the sofa with a golden sword, and comfortably lit a cigar.

Fur tycoon Old Smantz gasped and coughed: "Damn old iron hammer, pinch your broken cigarette!"

"What do you know? Coughing helps clean up phlegm in your lungs, an old butcher who is ungrateful." Green slapped off the cigarette butts, "The whole town is spreading your life soon, which means that quitting smoking and drinking can't cure your disease at all. You need some special stimulation, such as young women, Indian scalp, 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 woman, are you..."

"Shut up your stinky mouth, old thing. Even if the Son of Freedom is incorporated into the Continental Army, the people of Kidalir are not something you can covet."

“Kidalil?”

Sieger smiled sweetly: "Sir, I am Siegrit, Siegrit Christina Teresia, Mr. Kidalill's tutor and chairman of Boston's Holy Springs Girls' School."

Green said: "Tresia is a famous educator in Boston. This time she came to Hartford to establish a branch. In addition, Kiddalil highly praised her intelligence, and I am willing to guarantee that she has a mind that we can't compare to."

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

Green was going to have a glass of passerby and put his mouth into his throat: "Ms. Teresia, what do you think about the unattainable Ms. Xavier?"

"He's a very proud beauty." Sieg sipped a faint cider in sip. "After that amazing toast, I saw that she just politely danced a short chore with the Governor, and then sat there. She probably refused 30 people in the past hour?"

"She is waiting for someone, but no one she really wants to meet will look for her." Green picked up the cigar again, thought for a while, and threw it back, "Miss Theresia, you know what I want to ask."

"Do you want to hear me tell the truth?" Sieg narrowed his eyes.

"……explain."

"The truth is, that lady is telling the truth." Sieg put down his exquisite wine glass. "A project of the 600,000 level is not something that the gentlemen can afford, especially the construction cycle of this project is as long as twenty years. Even if you barely participate in it, you will be dragged down by the long investment stage. There is no doubt about this."

"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 will surely flourish. Piers, ports, roads, and even a handful of railways in the entire New World will connect this place with the whole world. Those who live here will enjoy the huge dividends of the development of towns into cities, and everyone can enjoy their fruits."

The beautiful blueprint was presented to the audience without warning. They couldn't help but sink in. Only Mr. Green, who had been in contact with Sieg for two days, seemed to hear something else from Sieg's cold tone.

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

"Probably." Sieger rubbed the edge of the cup with his fingertips, "The gentleman who holds this kind of thought... will probably die soon."

“…will…be dead?”

"Of course it's not really dead. Although I don't rule out that possibility, most of the gentlemen here should only become ordinary rich or poor. When you are excluded from the freshman Hartford, I should be accurate in using the word death, right?"

Green woke up, and so did the tycoons who occupied Levitra Street.

"Does Miss Teresia think we will lose in the future?"

"Do you fantasize that you won't lose? In a commercial city filled with super chaebols and their allies, do you fantasize that your small alliance will never be broken?"

Sieg laughed jokingly.

"Mr. Governor must have seen this ending. After all, he is a politician. His family will never be dragged down by the fight in the next twenty years. Instead, he can accumulate sufficient political capital through the rapid development of this city and this state and try to challenge higher life achievements."

"The people of the whole city are also on the opposite side of you. They are originally insignificant rich and poor people, and they are the people in Drake's plan that can truly enjoy their benefits. You cannot let them reject Drake, and even if you want to fight Drake, they will become your enemies without hesitation."

"As for you..." Sieg looked at the tycoons in the circle with playful thought, "Should you hand over your destiny to an unknown future? Or bet on an irresistible present?"

"Actually, it's only now..." Old Smantz's throat made a phlegm sound, "I'm just a small fur businessman, and the legendary property of more than 600,000 yuan, but the real cash is less than 100,000 yuan."

"I don't think I can survive the struggles of those big chaebols. On the contrary, now, as long as Drake's money does not really flow into Hartford, this is still our Hartford."

Greene remakes the coffee table in front of him: "It's time to act, gentlemen. We hold sixteen of the twenty-three seats in the city council and twenty of the sixty-three seats in the state council. As long as we unite, Drake's pound will not flow into Hartford."

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

"God bless us."

"God bless us."

"God bless us!"

One by one, one after another, tycoons left the seat one after another, and naturally integrated into other circles with cups.

A warm waltz sounded on the dance floor, and the young man laughed and hugged each other, just looking at it made people feel intimate.

Green didn't move, and Sieg didn't move either.

She stood quietly behind Green, folded her hands on her lower abdomen, and looked at the dancing young man with a smile.

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

"Incitement?" Green frowned, "Are you all the analysis you just now?"

"No, no, no, I swear to God when I was in my teens. If there is no life or death, I will never lie to others forever, and will keep the virtues of honesty."

"Then what incitement you are talking about?"

"Some verbal misleading, like...dead."

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

"That's why I say it's misleading. These symbolic words representing the state of the family are alive or dead."

"Most of the gentlemen on Levi's Street focus on rough-processed raw materials, such as your family's business of rough iron, Mr. Smantz's family's business of fur, and Mr. Tomilov in the parking lot, who specializes in wool yarn."

"You are the backbone of the downstream of the industrial chain, and you need to invest a lot of labor, arrange vast warehousing, and bear high freight costs. The actual profit margin is far less than that of the Seiko industry and the upstream manufacturing industry."

"For those large chambers of commerce, you are necessary and valuable. Crushing your living space will not bring them profits, but will instead make their structures become overwhelming, administrative efficiency will decrease, and administrative costs will increase."

"I guess most of you... as long as you are not foolishly obstructing or provoking enemies you cannot defeat... most of the business will survive, and some will even be better than it is now. Of course, the seats in the parliament must be handed over."

"But under the great wave, sacrificing political interests in exchange for economic benefits, this situation is at most called survival for the family, and should be far from being called death."

Mr. Green held the wine glass, looking both puzzled and shocked: "Since... since... why Miss Theresia?"

"Because if 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 been involved in the steel industry. Large chambers of commerce will not start from scratch like small and medium-sized chambers of commerce, and doing so is completely inefficient."

"Their business method is very simple. Find a high-quality chamber of commerce that can be used as the foundation, acquire or defeat it, and then absorb its mature management, workers and equipment, invest and reorganize, and expand the scale."

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

Green twisted like an evil spirit.

"You must not let that woman succeed! The British go back to England, Hartford can drive them away once, and they can drive them away for the second time! We are extremely united!"

“Ah…unity…”

The bantering, sarcastic, like the whispering sound of a little demon in mythology reappears.

Sieger had a perfect shock on his face, opened his eyes wide, covered his mouth, and used the greatest deliberate intention to direct Green's gaze towards Carmen Xavier.

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

We are extremely united...

Mr. Green seemed to hear the echoes coming from deep in his mind.

We can drive them away once, and we can drive them away for the second time…

As long as we unite, Drake's pound will not flow into Hartford...

As long as we unite...

The dam broke.

"Ivic Tomilov...you...traitor!"
Chapter completed!