Monte Cristo is the work of the French writer Dumas, which tells the story of revenge. The location starts from Marseille, the destination of San Marino. For a long journey, these two books have become an indispensable adjustment for Sheffield. He feels that the protagonist in it is just like the Lord Buddha's mood.

It’s really not to be unaware that after a few days of calculation, the southern states lost 2 billion US dollars in labor because of a decree. This is no wonder. Even though the matter has been thirty years, whenever this matter is mentioned today, most of the people of Dixie are very angry. Thirty years ago this was an astronomical figure.

What's wrong with this 2 billion US dollars? It's not good to buy ribs? What's more, the labor force was so expensive back then, and it was almost the entire property of many southern families.

"I will make enough 2 billion in this life. If I live long, this number will increase." Sheffield set a small goal for himself but immediately overturned it. If he lived a hundred years old like the famous philanthropist Mr. Rockefeller, considering the inflation factor, this goal was a bit of a loss.

"The glorious days have come for men who are moving forward to the motherland of France! The tyranny oppresses us, and the land of the motherland groans in pain. The land of the motherland is groaning in pain. You can see the fierce soldiers killing the people everywhere. They take the lives of your wife and children from your arms. Citizens are armed and the citizens fight to the death." Sheffield hummed the French national anthem Marseille in his room. He was almost approaching his destination. If nothing unexpected happens, the ship will dock in two days.

Sheffield, who was full of his artistic cells, did not care about the degree to which Marseille was unfriendly to his class and devoted himself to it. He did not need to ask others for advice on himself in terms of entertainment.

Of course, the conflict that has been recently could not be calm, but for the Secretary of State and his group on the same boat, this is an internal conflict in the United States. Moreover, Sheffield's age is a good cover, which can be explained as young and ignorant.

Of course, this is mainly because Sheffield, a pillar of the motherland, is a person with a wealth of more than 100 million yuan, and can be cultivated. A little mistake cannot be said to be a mistake.

"If you are dissatisfied, the United States is a free country. You can curse the dark, corrupt, and inaction government. It doesn't matter!" One day before arriving in Marseille, Sheffield, as a person who believes in his words, naturally had to return the books to the other party, saying that borrowing is borrowing, and this is not a robbery.

As the ship slowly landed, Sheffield turned his head and said with his head raised, "It is okay to scold the United States and the federal government. After all, this is a natural human rights, but you cannot scold me. The United States and the government are invisible things, and I am the same person. If you dare to be dissatisfied with me, it is also my natural human rights to collapse."

"I wish you all a happy time in Europe!" Sheffield reached out and took off his hat and signaled slightly, dressed neatly again, and got off the boat surrounded by a group of black gold staff. He had never thought of using the ability to turn the clouds and rain on these people. In his eyes, these ordinary passengers were all invisible to jump and hit their knees. What's the point of them?

There are people from Sheffield France branch waiting at the port. Although they are farming, the Sheffield family is also a farmer with international trade thinking. Agricultural and animal husbandry products are the only unimpeded flagship products in the United States before. Rockefeller's oil branch in England is called Anglo-American Petroleum Company, and in Germany is called Deutsches Oil Company, and in addition, other companies are established.

In this era, Rockefeller, a company that could enter Europe, was rare. In this sense, factory owners in the north were not as international as planters in the south.

"Hey, Cade!" John Connor walked in front, hugged directly with the person who came to greet him, and greeted in French, "It seems that you are very comfortable in France."

"Isn't that the case? It's just a little too plain and less exciting than going to sea." Cade shook his head slightly, his eyes fell on Sheffield and said, "Is it Mr. William? The train ticket to Paris is ready."

"Thank you!" Sheffield nodded and looked back at the bustling docks. Otherwise, he had never been interested in traveling all his life, and he simply felt that traveling was a waste of time and had no intention of staying in the world-famous Marseille. He wanted to get on the train to Paris immediately.

During this period, he also stomped his feet hard. This month, he could see the sea but also the sea. In addition to the deck and the deck under his feet, he suddenly felt down-to-earth, and it was a bit unreal.

Cade Xiaoxiao didn't speak. He was not a talkative person. In fact, although he was not short of blood in his hands, he had a good temper. He himself was very separate. Work was work and could not affect life.

The Champs-Elysees in the Seine River in Paris, Paris is so famous today that it must be thankful to a person, the French Emperor Napoleon III. Although he lost Napoleon's people, he played a great role in the planning of Paris.

Sheffield believed that the defeat of the French-Prussian War could not be blamed for him. After all, in later history, France would continue to lose to Germany, so it would be good to be accustomed to this kind of thing.

At a corner, John Connor found him according to the address and knocked on the door in front of a three-story apartment. Until he felt that he had found the wrong place, a young girl in pajamas opened the door and asked with a hint of tiredness, "Who are you?"

John Connor took two steps back and looked around. Did he find the wrong thing? The brick looked at Sheffield standing not far away.

"Julie, who is it?" A middle-aged man in pajamas appeared and glanced at a group of uninvited guests outside the door.

"It's him!" Sheffield took out his pocket watch, and there were ten minutes left before eleven o'clock in Paris time. He stepped over everyone and came to the man, looked at the girl who opened the door and grinned secretly. The woman was not much older than herself.

After a moment of rush, Sheffield stood in front of a huge mirror, looking at the patterns on it suspiciously, recalling the height and figure of the lady who had just opened the door, and finally got to know these two less obvious circular marks. She is really a person who is old and never grows old.

"My dear son, what should I say before coming to Paris!" Harry Sheffield still didn't change his dress, and sat on the sofa with his goblet in his hand shaking his butt, looking very relaxed and comfortable.

"I can't contact you!" Sheffield looked at the other party with a handsome and handsome attitude, and chose to tell the truth.

Harry Sheffield nodded, drank the glass of red wine directly, and finished his movements in one go, and said in savor, "You also know that there are many things in Paris, and they are in a state of turmoil. I have been exhausted recently."

I don't know much about this? Sheffield felt that there must be another reason for his physical exhaustion.
Chapter completed!