Chapter 7 Strong Dragons Don't Overwhelm Local Snakes? Lao Tzu is the Son of Dragon!
March 15, 1866
Ahead of International Consumer Rights Day,
Texas,
Houston suburbs,
In a renovated former abandoned farm, Tom lay leisurely on a rocking chair, holding a glass of hot milk in his hand, enjoying the Texas sunbathing leisurely in a glass room.
There were about a dozen beautiful girls and maids standing beside them, serving Tom. From time to time, they put a few pieces of fruit on a toothpick and fed it to Tom's mouth.
There used to be a small family farm here called the Smith family. During the Civil War a few years ago, the whole family died "accidentally" because they resisted the Yankees.
In the Smith family, from the 80-year-old to the six-month-old fetus, Mr. Yang has not spared them.
By the time Tom came to Houston, several houses here had been dilapidated for two or three years. After Tom acquired this abandoned farm, he renovated it and used it as his base camp.
Tom is in a good mood recently, and everything has gone so smoothly since the year of time travel.
In New York, he used less critical fertilizer technology, dye technology and leather technology to earn initial start-up capital, successfully escaped from the Yankee region, gradually controlled the Texas government, and signed his own company's exclusive "laws and policies".
A large amount of "abandoned" farmland was "acquired" at a high price for the construction of factories, and the construction of factories began step by step...
Things developed just like the plan Tom had conceived when he first traveled through time.
"Huh~"
"We capitalists are so happy this morning..."
Tom blew on the hot milk in his hand and began to hum the song he had made up.
"The boss sings so beautifully...",
"That's right, the boss can definitely become the number one celebrity in America by singing..."
"The boss's singing voice is so beautiful, I cried to death..."
Behind him, several beautiful girls who were carefully selected by Tom's sister began to praise Tom's singing voice in a low voice.
Tom hear it clearly.
They had inquired about Tom's hobbies in advance. These girls all knew that Tom liked people to praise him in person and behind his back. He most liked people to praise him "behind his back" where he could hear him, especially when he was praised by the opposite sex.
.
"Today is a good day. Everything you want can come true..."
After being "quietly" praised a few times, Tom took it even further and began to sing loudly.
The few female attendants serving Tom could only continue to look at Tom's back and "sincerely" praise Tom's "beautiful singing voice" that was "like a chainsaw" with ferocious faces.
"boom!"
Just as Tom was singing to his heart's content, the glass door was hurriedly knocked open by a strong man. The huge noise interrupted Tom's "beautiful" singing voice, and many cracks appeared in the glass.
The girl attendants around him also let out a long sigh of relief, feeling from the bottom of their hearts that their lives had been saved by this unexpected visitor.
This muscular man hurriedly ran to Tom's parasol. He was Tom's cousin, Rocky Smith.
Loki ran to Tom and said to Tom out of breath.
"Boss...Boss, that's not good...Okay, there's something going on at the construction site where the dust was being blown!"
"What happened? I'm so panicked. Could it be that the body parts of those disobedient employees were thrown out of the mixer? I've told you that you can just throw them into the cement pillars when laying the foundation. Otherwise,
want……"
"Boss, it's not such a trivial matter. How could such a trivial matter bother you? It's a gang of mafias who brought a lot of people and surrounded the construction site, preventing us from starting work."
"Don't you have any guns in your hands? Did I buy you hundreds of rifles for nothing? They are all pure French goods. I spent a lot of money to get them."
"Boss, there are a lot of people over there."
Tom was a little puzzled. When the construction just started, wasn't there some trouble caused by the mafia?
Those mafiosi who bullied the weak and feared the strong, after seeing the huge gap between the Colt m1860 revolver in their hands and the Chacepo 1866 rifle in the hands of Tom's "security guard", they all had the sense not to "interrupt" the construction of Tom's factory again.
Why do you dare to touch Tom's "tiger beard" again today? Do you really think that dozens of people can come and provoke me, Tom Smith? Didn't enough people die last time?
"How many dozens of people can there be? I know the Mafia in Texas very well. The Mafia here does not have financial support like the Mafia in the Yankee area. There are only a hundred people at most."
"These ignorant and idle mafia gangsters should all go to hell!"
"In this world, the only people who can make money are capital and capital-controlled governments. Do they want to share this pie with me?"
"I'll kill them all!"
"Shoot a few more shots at the bodies of those gangsters, and then hang them in front of the city hall."
"Let's see who dares to be a mafia boy in the future!"
Maybe it was because he sang a little too loudly just now, so Tom didn't immediately adjust his voice back to the usual volume, and in a voice that was almost like a roar, he ordered Loki to "deal with" all the troublemaking mafias.
Tom's vicious tone, coupled with the already scary voice and the terrifying content of the dialogue, made several female attendants around him tremble with fear, and some timid female attendants were even frightened to the point of crying.
Loki did not leave after being ordered as usual, but stayed where he was, looking at Tom with a troubled expression.
"Boss, but there are three thousand of them..."
"What, only thirty...three thousand people?"
"Yes, boss, there are three thousand people. In addition to the mafia, nearby farmers and so on have all made trouble. Many of them have brought trouble."
"Why are those guys here to make trouble? Are they not satisfied with the relocation compensation?"
"It seems so. When we first expropriated the land, in the name of the state and municipal governments, the compensation was too much. It's normal for some people to cause trouble. Is it possible that 3,000 people have to be "dealt with"?"
"No, no, let me think about it."
Tom took out a hollow iron pipe that was twenty centimeters long and less than one centimeter in diameter, and filled it with various kinds of cotton and other fillings.
Tom doesn't smoke, but he likes the feeling of breathing air hard, the feeling of exerting force on his lungs, which makes Tom feel that he is really living in this world.
"There are three thousand people, and the entire city of Houston now has less than 50,000 people. This population cannot support the Mafia with so many homeless people. They must be homeless people who have lost their land and have been "bewitched" by the Mafia."
"You can't kill them. These people are the future workforce!"
"They will all be employees of my factory in the future, and I must "care" and "care" for these employees."
"Come on, Rocky, I've thought about what to do with these future "excellent employees"."
Tom waved his hand and moved away the maid who was squeezing his feet. He put on his leather shoes and trousers, buckled his belt, straightened his clothes, and prepared to go and deal with these troublemaking "preparatory employees" with Loki.
Halfway through, Tom seemed to remember something and turned back to look at the colorful female attendants.
"I like those three who pinched my feet and legs just now when I sang."
"Not only do I like her, I also admire her. To be honest, if I had heard me singing, I would have vomited a long time ago. She can still keep smiling and serve me. She has the service spirit of a massage technician."
"Everyone will get a salary increase from now on, and stay with me from now on."
"Those three technicians, you are so silent."
Tom was a little surprised why the three technicians didn't react at all after hearing the good news about promotions and salary increases.
Loki walked up to Tom and whispered to Tom:
"Boss, the three of them are all deaf and are survivors of the explosion at our New York chemical plant last year."
