Early the next morning, Zhu Wencong came to the door of a simple house, with Vasquez behind him carrying an exquisite gift box.

The owner of the house is Feola, a mid-level federal official whom he had made friends with before. After he completed the investment, he stayed in the state capital for a long time.

The war will not end immediately, and subsequent wars will require more financial investment, which requires states that are not involved in the war to contribute money.

The federal system appears to be loose, but in fact there is a binding of interests, and the relationship between the states and the federation is very strong.

If any state declares independence, it will lose the most. The federation will not decline because of one less state.

In the national market, all states participate and compete. Other states are eager for you to withdraw and give up more cake.

"Good morning! You came early and I'm not ready yet." Feola hurriedly walked to the door of the yard.

"There's no maid?" Zhu Wencong looked left and right and found that Feola was really poor.

Feola shook his head: "I'm just an official with a meager salary, and I can't afford slaves at all.

If I hadn’t invested a small amount of money with you before, I wouldn’t be able to afford a house like this.

I know that your officials in the East are very wealthy, but our officials are too poor, and the federation often delays their wages.

We can understand this. The frontline military expenses have been in arrears for a long time, and we people have nothing to complain about."

Zhu Wencong looked at Feola's misfortune and thought that the money he invested before was either borrowed or transferred, and the latter was more likely.

There will be some disobedience to the foreign master's orders. Feola is the leader here, and no one will check his accounts.

Because the Federation is too poor (the tax revenue of a farming civilization has always been very low, and the treasury will be in deficit once a war occurs), the army adopts local solutions, and officials follow suit.

If you don't develop some side businesses, you can only endure a life of poverty. Therefore, Feola ran from the east coast to the west coast, moving trees to death and people to live.

"Have you gathered enough funds?" Feola suddenly asked.

Feola has always believed that Zhu Wencong made money very quickly, but it was not too outrageous. It has only been more than half a year.

Or is it that Zhu Wencong cut all the leeks in San Francisco? Then this possibility is very high.

"There's no chaos in San Francisco, right?" Feola was very worried that Zhu Wencong was going too big. Previously, he had defaulted to raising money for the war.

Zhu Wencong looked confused and said: "What a mess! I am going to take over the cotton market in San Francisco, and the plan will be officially launched when I leave.

Chaos and great rule are our Eastern principles. Only by eliminating the influence of the agricultural faction can the industrial faction dominate the future of San Francisco.

What's wrong with you? This plan has the support of the city, I'm just an execution tool." Zhu Wencong looked at Feola in a daze.

Feola couldn't believe that this was Zhu Wencong's growth rate, and he actually declared war on the southern faction. How much background did this require?

I originally thought that Zhu Wencong would need at least three to five years to develop. By then the war would have ended, and the agricultural faction would be very weak.

"The confidence you show is really like that of a leader in the industry. It's hard for me to imagine, but this is the fact.

Maybe you are the first person to realize the American dream as an outsider. Are you sure you want to start choosing a political stance now?

Although I am a federal official, I cannot guarantee that our federation will achieve final victory.

Even if the balance of victory continues to tilt towards us, no one can easily guarantee the final outcome." Feola reminded.

"Because we are young!" Zhu Wencong showed the characteristics of youth and frivolity, otherwise he would not be able to explain his position.

Feola poured a glass of red wine for Zhu Wencong. Young people are indeed enviable. They can fail countless times, and they only need to succeed once to succeed.

Elderly people don't dare to make easy choices. They are all people with families. Who dares to risk everything and risk their lives?

"You want to get the support of the state government now?" Feola guessed Zhu Wenchong's purpose.

"Yes! Please give me your support. I believe that if we stick together, we can kill any enemy with one strike!

I have already found all the people to execute it. All they need is an official order, and they can uproot the agricultural faction.

The future must belong to the era of our industry. Now, this moment is very precious, and we can no longer waste time.

If they exist for one more second, we will lose one second of profit. This is an absolutely unacceptable waste." Zhu Wencong said in a firm tone.

Feola nodded, agreeing with Zhu Wencong's statement that those people have always been occupying the latrine.

That's why the war broke out, but it was always a matter on the east coast. California on the west coast was a slave state.

Zhu Wencong looked at Feola who was deep in thought. He was still hesitating whether to leave the important task to him.

With his yellow identity, young appearance, and mysterious background, Feola cannot control Zhu Wencong. He is an out-of-control person.

"To be honest, this matter was done by white people. You, a yellow person, have been involved in too many things. It's not good to get stuck in it.

America does not discriminate at all, it just excludes foreigners forever and cannot touch the core of America.

Even if you are very good, are you sure you have this ability? I don’t believe it, and neither do they!

I think you still need several years of growth and a lot of experience in society before you can convince others." Feola said with a serious expression.

Zhu Wencong listened silently to Feola's teachings. Harvesting people's wealth is a trivial matter, and no one cares about the life or death of leeks.

Once you get to the core of America, you will understand the gap between class and skin color.

San Francisco's actions to support Zhu Wencong are mainly based on the unity of interests, and random changes in small places will have little impact.

California as a whole or the state capital needs to consider its influence and not risk the world for small profits.

"I very much recognize your ability to make money, but some things cannot be solved by making money. We bureaucrats only care about maintaining stability.

How to put it? We don’t seek prosperity for the country and peace for the people, we only seek good weather. The former is unrealistic, while the latter is a real goal.

If the agriculturalists hadn't pushed us to a dead end, the war would not have broken out. We are like a couple who want to divorce but don't.

When the war reaches this level, the only outcome is life or death, so the victors are us white people, do you understand?" Feola emphasized.

Zhu Wencong was silent again. Obviously, all the fruits of victory belong to white people, and yellow people are not qualified to drink soup.

With such straightforward words, Feola regards Zhu Wencong as a true friend, otherwise she would not have said so much.

This true friend is also obtained in exchange for benefits. Feola needs Zhu Wenchong to manage her finances and bring more wealth.

"The monopoly on San Francisco's cotton market, I think, is over.

I know something about your Eastern culture. You like dictatorship and unification, but that doesn’t work here.

The United States pursues wealth, and everyone pays attention to sharing. Only by sharing can we achieve eternal wealth." Feola continued.

"Oh! Thanks for the teaching! Thank you very much!

I...I still don't want to give up, I want...I want you to give me a chance, I can convince them!

If Mr. President had not stood up, the Southern faction would have already won the final victory, so there will always be people who will stand up at critical moments.
Chapter completed!