However, the townspeople only scared him and did not actually take action.
Freddie Pavitt was relieved. He summoned Ning'an, "You are more approachable. I would like to invite you to go to the town and chat with the residents."
Ning'an's head Her flowing black hair and "beautiful" facial features have become a bit more sassy after being tempered during this period of time.
He nodded, "No problem, I'll try it out first."
It was September in Shiwei, and the autumn air was crisp.
It has been sunny for many days, but everyone knows that rainfall is high at this time, and God will turn against you if you turn against me.
The air is faintly filled with moisture before the storm.
Ning An chatted with the townspeople of Kurdex.
"Man, let me ask you this, you are a man, right?"
Ning An's eyelids twitched, he wanted to take out his gun and kill this cheap man.
"Yes." He suppressed his anger. "What do you think of the Apex Weapons Factory?"
The man shrugged, "I don't have any opinion because I'm not unemployed yet."
"Ah" Ning An was a little confused and felt like a donkey "What does this have to do with unemployment?"
The man rolled his eyes, "Don't you understand yet? I forgot, you are a cowboy, and you are not unemployed yet. You know that many people Are you all unemployed? The construction of the Dingdian Weapons Factory did not hire a single local manpower. Do you think they will be happy?"
Ning An felt that he had grasped the key point, and quickly took out a cigarette and handed it over. But he doesn't smoke, he doesn't have this habit.
He prepared this cigarette deliberately because he always saw Zhao Chuanxin passing cigarettes to socialize.
The man took the cigarette, put it under his nose to smell it, couldn't help but light it, and puffed away happily. Sure enough, he came to talk. "Since the earthquake in San Francisco last year, many people have begun to lose their jobs.< /p>
People in our town feel that the Apex Weapons Factory will not employ local people and will destroy the environment. Of course they are not happy.
You know, Putnam Lake is part of Kurdex. A shining pearl.
Even if this pearl is destroyed, we must at least make sure everyone has enough to eat, right?"
Ning An knew what was going on but didn't know why.
And that person only knows that the unemployment rate is increasing.
From 1894 to 1904, the United States made rapid progress on the road to industrialization and even replaced the United Kingdom.
During this period, financiers have actively brought together more than 1,800 companies in the United States to more than 80 by giving full play to their communicative skills and the charm of their money.
This number is staggering, considering how many large companies have grown by acquiring weaker competitors during difficult economic times.
In ten years, the total assets of U.S. financial institutions increased from US$9.1 billion to US$21 billion.
In the economic crisis caused by the San Francisco earthquake last year, when Zhao Chuanxin made a fortune,Total damage to San Francisco was $3.5 billion to $500 million, accounting for 12% of the United States' 1906 gross national product.
The money supply has been shrinking since 1904, and the massive demand for funds triggered by last year's San Francisco earthquake has intensified this trend.
Asset prices slowly declined slightly.
From September 1906 to the end of February 1907, the stock index of all listed companies in the United States fell by 77%.
In the process of money supply tightening, it seems that prices have fallen, which seems to be beneficial to the people.
But in fact, falling commodity prices have also caused companies to reduce costs and reduce production, leading to an increase in unemployment.
Everything changes quietly and quietly.
Had Zhao Chuanxin not been familiar with the history of several economic crises, he would certainly not have felt the signs of "a storm is coming", let alone Ning'an and ordinary people.
The man sighed and said melancholy, "Those bullshit bankers on Wall Street claimed in newspapers that the financial market has been picking up recently, but the number of unemployed people has not decreased at all. It can be seen that these sons of bitches are here." Nonsense."
Ning An didn't know that the phenomenon this man was talking about was directly related to Thomas Lawson, who was under Zhao Chuanxin.
Ning An got the answer he wanted and went back to reply to Freddy Pavitt.
Freddy Pavitt patted his forehead as his hair loss was getting worse. "What bullshit environmental pollution? It turns out that it was because I didn't think carefully. I thought the mayor agreed readily and represented the thoughts of the townspeople. Now that I have found the crux of the matter, It’s easy to solve it”
Just increase local jobs.
Let’s talk about Zhao Chuanxin.
After breakfast, he rode Mishan towards New York City.
He was accompanied by Marcus Nkrumah, riding a sturdy black Morgan horse.
Zhao Chuanxin could even see a hint of complaint on the horse's face.
It’s so heavy.
As for Mishan, the bonus given by elastic boots is like a person riding a moped, happy going uphill and happy going downhill.
An ordinary horse can travel 150 kilometers a day, but Mishan can travel four times that.
After entering the city, Marcus Nkrumah on horseback became dazzling, as bright as a black light bulb.
As an Asian, Zhao Chuanxin could only place second.
Looking at those malicious glances, Zhao Chuanxin felt his hands itching unbearably, and he missed the scene where the blood flowed into the river.
Until they arrived in Brooklyn, the malicious eyes turned into surprised expressions.
Most of the people living here are people of color from the bottom of society, 80% of whom are black.
In New York, which is located in a maritime climate zone, the temperature in September is not fixed.
It’s very cool today.
Marcus Nkrumah’s well-fitting and neat work clothes, and his majestic horse under his crotch, made him look polished and outstanding among his kind.
Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of paper, looked at the address on it, compared it with the street and house number, and then went to a house and knocked on the door.
The person who opened the door was a fat black woman who was one of the few at this time. She looked at Zhao Chuanxin and Marcus Nkrumah, who was leading the horse, warily and suspiciously.
She said in a bad tone: "Who are you looking for?"
Zhao Chuanxin deliberately called him by his first name to show his familiarity, "Look for your second son, Isaiah."
But the fat black woman still didn't let down her guard. "He caused trouble but not his family. You should know the rules."
"Not yet, but if you don't call him out, I will definitely do it to you in the future." "Getting into trouble." Zhao Chuanxin shrugged, "Because I came here to do his brother a favor and find him a job."
The fat black woman's eyes lit up, "What you said is true."
Her two children like to get into trouble and hang out on the streets. One is already in jail, and the other is always on the verge of jail.
It’s not just because there is no job
It is difficult for black people to find jobs. Samuel Gompers, leader of the New York Federation of Labor, publicly stated that unions are for white people, not for white people. Black people looking for jobs.
Zhao Chuanxin said, "Of course, now go and call him out."
Isaiah is not tall, with a full head of curly hair, combed into a lock.
The mandible is wide and the eyes protrude, making him look like a monster.
Wearing a cheap, wrinkled linen shirt that looked like a rag, he came out swinging his arms, with a deliberately unruly look on his face, looking at Zhao Chuanxin as if he was looking for trouble.
But after seeing the size of the two of them, the arrogance was reduced.
Zhao Chuanxin is okay, but Marcus Nkrumah looks like a living silverback gorilla.
There was going to be a conflict that could kill Isaiah.
Isaiah coughed dryly. He originally wanted to raise his pitch, but unconsciously lowered it a bit. "What do you want from me?"
Zhao Chuanxin looked at his mother, Pulling him aside, "Your brother asked me to come. This is a letter he wrote. Do you know the words?"
Isaiah nodded, took the letter and read it.
Then he handed it back to Zhao Chuanxin, "Yes, it was written by him. So, what do you want me to do?" I know what I'm looking for."
"Well, I can understand his name and the handwriting, but I can't understand the rest."
He's also a talent.
Zhao Chuanxin got straight to the point, "I am short of manpower. Your brother recommended you to me. Do you want to do it?"
As soon as he heard that he was short of manpower, Isaiah instinctively knew that it was not legal. Compliant activities.
He didn't even think about "doing it, will it be beneficial?"
Zhao Chuanxin was seriously short of money.
So he lacked the confidence to "take care of food and drink, wine and meat."
But he didn't want Isaiah to agree "That's good, but you must fulfill your promise." ."
Oh no, Zhao Chuanxin never expected that this guy’s requirements would be so low.
I thought he would get at least a weekly salary increase of 2 yuan.
He didn’t know how difficult it was for black people at this time, let alone that even white people’s unemployment rate was rising.
Since he agreed to do the work, Zhao Chuanxin was not polite, "Okay, come with me and help me gather some people."
Isaiah went back and muttered to his mother. After saying a few words, he went back to the house and took a dagger and stuffed it into his lower back.
"Boss, who are we looking for now?"
"Go to the ten brothers of the Smith family."
"Boss, they are not easy to mess with. He manages the Cotton Nightclub, and the third child injured a white man and went to jail. He is very famous. It is unlikely that they will do anything for you."
The implication is that these people are living a good life. Since he has money to make, he dares to beat white people openly and will not give up for five buckets of rice.
"Haha, they can't refuse the offer I made."
Isaiah looked at Marcus Nkrumah and thought that the Smith brothers might not be able to do it together. Beat this humanoid beast.
He looked at Zhao Chuanxin on horseback with envy.
Whether it is in New York or elsewhere, there are very few black people riding horses.
In the Midwest, there are many Asian cowboys riding horses.
When we arrived at the Cotton Nightclub, it was already dark.
Zhao Chuanxin handed the horse to the doorman at the door and said, "Take good care of my horse."
There was a sign with peeling patent leather hanging outside the Cotton Nightclub, and a sign on the wall. Huge poster with cotton, a saxophone and a black cat.
He took the two of them upstairs.
As I arrived at the door, I heard jazz music and loud voices coming from the hall.
It’s quite lively.
No wonder Isaiah said that the Smith brothers did well.
"Boss, the guy with the scar on his face at the door is the biggest Smith."
Isaiah has been on the streets all year round and knows the people in the world very well.
Big Smith also saw Isaiah, "Isaiah, I warned you, don't come to Cotton Nightclub to play in the autumn breeze if you don't have money. Poor people are not welcome here."
Isaiah Stop timidly.
"Give yourself some confidence." Zhao Chuanxin patted Isaiah on the shoulder. Just when he showed gratitude, Zhao Chuanxin said again, "You can tell him that today he is here to pick up leftovers." "The leftovers."
""Isaiah's smile was worse than his tears.
Zhao Chuanxin laughed and walked forward, "You are Big Smith 2. Where are the four, five, six, seven, eighty and ninety Smiths?"
Big Smith raised his chin, Looking up at Zhao Chuanxin, "You are here to have fun, so I welcome you. If you are here to cause trouble, don't blame me for being rude."
Zhao Chuanxin took out a stack of papers, flipped through them, and pulled out a piece of paper. Passed it over.
After seeing it, Big Smith squintedHe raised his eyes and said, "You are the inmate of the Third Brother, haha. Do you think that with a piece of paper, you can force our brothers to do things for you?" Please remember to bookmark it, the latest and fastest website for free reading without anti-theft