"Eh? Aren't you firmly against the gay Yang government?"
"Yes, that's right, I can't wait to tear the Yankee government to pieces tomorrow."
"We, the Ku Klux Klan, are also firmly opposed to it. Aren't we like-minded friends?"
"Friends? Pfft, haha."
When Tom heard what Nathan said, he suddenly couldn't help laughing.
Nathan, standing opposite, was also a little confused by Tom's reaction.
In Nathan's mind, after hearing his "lofty ambitions", Tom would be excited to join the Ku Klux Klan, become a wealthy man of the Klan, and unconditionally support all the affairs of the Klan.
"I opposed the Yankee government because it would make money building factories in Texas."
"Do I have any benefit from supporting your Ku Klux Klan?"
Nathan was a little confused. The Texans he met on the road said that Tom was the key to returning Dixie to the nest of slavery. Could it be that they were lying?
"Profits and other things, is there anything more important than restoring our Dixie's past glory?"
"The glory of the past?"
Tom shook his head helplessly, and did not look at Nathan again. Instead, he turned around, picked up the fishing rod, and continued to be an "air force" fisherman.
Tom was a little disappointed. It turned out that the founder of the famous Ku Klux Klan was such a brainless arrogant man.
What a waste of songs written for them by future generations of Tom's idols.
"How can you cry? Everything will be fine. Let everything go. You just have to think about it."
Tom subconsciously hummed the famous song by the leader of the East Asia branch of the Ku Klux Klan in his previous life, and Tom felt nostalgic for his past Internet life.
Nathan has not given up pursuing Tom's support. In Nathan's view, a young and promising rich man like Tom is the best successor of the Ku Klux Klan in the future, and he must do everything possible to win over him.
The key point is to have money. After the abolition of slavery, Nathan went from a medium-sized manor owner with dozens of slaves to an ordinary redneck overnight. Without any business talent, he continued to fail in various investments.
The assets are almost squandered.
The Ku Klux Klan must have a wealthy man.
"Mr. Smith, do you really not want Dixie to be restored to her former glory?"
"The glory of the past? The glory of the past."
Tom sat on the mazza, looking at the calm Brazos River, thinking of the days when he was making waves in Texas in his previous life.
"Bit the hook!"
Tom felt the pressure on the fishing rod and began to battle wits with the fish in the river.
After a while, Tom felt from the power on the fishing rod that it was a big fish.
"It's a big fish. Give me your hand and pull me up."
"oh oh!"
When Nathan was rich, he often fished, and his skills were much better than Tom's. With Nathan's help, a sunshine fish weighing four pounds was pulled out of the water.
"It's so beautiful."
The gorgeous scales of the sunfish looked extremely dazzling under the sunlight. Tom satisfactorily put the fish into the bamboo building next to it, and patted Nathan's shoulder happily.
"Nathan, thank you."
"You're welcome, Tom."
The friendship between men is sometimes so wonderful. Just when Tom was fishing, he suddenly thought of a crazy plan.
The current Ku Klux Klan is indeed of no help to Tom, but can't Tom transform the Ku Klux Klan into a New Democratic Party?
Even Nathan, a racially supremacist bastard, has a physique and fishing skills that even Tom would envy. Couldn't 3k be transformed?
"Nathan, let me ask you a question."
"Say it, Tom."
"Do you want to be president of the United States?"
"Stop joking."
"Do you think I'm kidding?"
"Really?"
"Of course it is true, my friend, I will definitely support you to become the next president of the United States."
Tom wiped his hands, helped Nathan straighten his collar that was messed up because he was helping fishing, took off the tie of the bodyguard next to him, and helped Nathan tie a beautiful Windsor knot on his white Ku Klux Klan uniform.
"April 13, 1866, may be a great day that changes your life for you."
"You are trying to restore the glory of Dixie by relying on these false things through merits that are not yours."
"But that afternoon, for me, or for any rancher who really has a hand in Dixie, was an ordinary Friday."
"You have to remember, if you really want to be the president of the United States, you have to do what I say..."
The next morning, Nathan, who had chatted with Tom all night, left Houston, taking with him the campaigning methods that Tom taught him.
Before Nathan could develop his ambitions in Dixie, another train full of human rights fighters arrived in Houston.
They, no, it should be them.
They were several senior leaders of the American Equal Rights Association - Lucy Stone, Henry Brown Blackwell and Julia Ward Howe, and a group of accompanying fighters of the American women's liberation movement.
Tom's treatment of these feminist fighters is not as perfunctory as his treatment of Nathan.
A train filled with more than a dozen feminist fighters slowly entered the station with a screeching brake, and several middle-aged women in luxurious clothes slowly got off the train.
"Lucy, Henry, Julia, I'm here."
Tom, who had been waiting here for a long time, went up with his younger brother Rocky and others to greet several feminist fighters.
"Dear friends, you really miss me."
Tom couldn't help but rely on his arm span of more than 1.8 meters tall to hold the three most powerful women among the feminist fighters in his arms. He couldn't hide the excitement on his expression.
After "releasing" the three fighters from his arms, Tom also took turns giving the three feminist fighters a kiss.
Tom's overly affectionate behavior surprised the other feminist fighters around him and Tom's younger brother.
When did your boss/boss have such a good relationship with you?
"Mr. Smith, this must be our first meeting, right?"
Even the top leaders of the three feminist fighters were a little confused. The implication of this question was that Tom was a little too friendly.
"Those who share the same goals are friends, and those who share the same spirit are friends."
"Although we have always exchanged letters before, every time we donated funds to the American Equal Rights Association, we always entrusted someone to do it on our behalf."
"But I firmly believe that we who share the same goals must be good comrades and close comrades-in-arms!"
"Comrades fighting together for the cause of equal rights for America and all mankind!"
Tom's masculine, handsome, and angular North German face, combined with these decent words, instantly elevated Tom's status in the hearts of many feminist fighters, and his image improved infinitely.
"Mr. Smith, it's great that you have such an ambition."
"So what is the method you mentioned before that can completely liberate American women?"