It’s the 243rd day of the year, and there are 122 days left until the end of the year.
It's almost exactly two-thirds of the way through the year.
The Smith Factory Area has been in operation for more than three months, and the goods produced in the factory area are still being stocked.
Only Jinkela fertilizer has a little sales volume in Texas.
But Texas, with only about 100,000 agricultural workers, cannot absorb all the fertilizers in the Smith factory area.
There is currently no market in the Smith Factory area that can absorb such a huge output of goods.
Millionaire Tom is about to become a loser.
But Tom didn't worry about the sales of goods at all. Instead, he concentrated on dealing with the mafia problems in various cities in Texas.
After solving the Mafia in Houston, the Mafia in several other cities in Texas was even less important.
After all, not every city in Texas has a good port with a lot of trade, making it a suitable land for the mafia to breed.
Tom can now say out loud that he is now the native emperor of all cities in Texas.
There is no longer a threat to its existence in any city in Texas.
As for places outside the city? Those farmers?
Forget it, Tom is not suitable to fight with these slave owners armed with thousands of muskets now, Tom still has to win over these people.
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state capital austin,
On a high platform:
“Smith Fertilizer—Jinkeli Fertilizer!”
"Jinkela fertilizer, no loss, no evaporation, zero waste!"
"Jinkeli fertilizer can absorb nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium below two meters high!"
"One bag of Jinkeli fertilizer can be used as two bags of fertilizer!"
“Texas needs golden fertilizer! This is our own fertilizer as Texans!”
A group of beautiful girls in bikinis, dancing with their proud posture, sell the Jinkela fertilizers in their hands to the surrounding farmers.
The surrounding farmers don’t know whether it’s better to look at chemical fertilizers or bikinis.
Across the road from this exhibition stand is the majestic government building of Texas.
Next to the government building, in a building called the Austin Smith Building, which is no less impressive in appearance than the government building, a group of rednecks gathered in a conference room.
Standing on the podium, Tom held the "Proposal" and the "Texas Anti-Narcotics Plan" in his hands and began his speech.
"If poison spreads throughout the world, the harm will be huge, and the law should be strict. If we still ignore it, decades later, Dezhou will have few soldiers to defend the enemy, and no money to pay for it."
"Texas is devastated by all kinds of illegal trade, human trafficking, illegal drugs, and even our agricultural products are not getting the price they deserve because of smuggling."
"The mafia that controls the smuggling trade is wreaking havoc on the interests of the people of Texas."
How could a group of farmers who were barely literate understand what Tom was saying in a complicated way? A redneck licked his ears, stood up, and asked Tom a question.
"Mr. Smith, you said before that as long as we support you, you would make Jinkela fertilizer 10% cheaper, weren't you kidding?"
"It's smuggling or not, we only care about how much Jin Kaila fertilizer costs."
"Also, you said that the loans you gave out can also be interest-free for one month. Is it true?"
"..."
Under the leadership of the red-necked people, everyone asked whether the return promised by Tom was true.
"*******,*******?"
"I will definitely fight for a better Texas all my life. How can the price of a little fertilizer and the interest on a loan move my devout love for the state?"
"Everyone, please rest assured that the conditions I promised you before are all true."
"After everything is done, arrangements will be made for the seats."
"At the state assembly in a few days, please join me in casting your solemn and precious vote for a better Republic of Texas!"
After hearing Tom's sworn guarantee, dozens of rednecks all beamed with joy and began to dream about the wonderful life that would come with fertilizers being 10% cheaper and loans being interest-free for three months.
What about the tobacco, liquor and narcotics issues?
Don't be ridiculous, any of these redneck ranchers, if you pick one at random, has more muskets in their home than any Chicago Mafia has.
Each farm also grows enough tobacco and other addictive substances to be self-sufficient, and there is also its own private wine brewing pit underneath the farm.
Rednecks don't care about narcotics and the tobacco and liquor franchise.
When Tom asked them to sign the Foreign Investment Tax Exemption Act and the Letter of Granting the Patriotic and Loving State Entrepreneurship Title, he only got the signatures by relying on Tom's inventory at the New York Fertilizer Factory to be given to them in advance.
Tom also bullies and bullies the little cute governor and the educated people. These old haters with strong armed forces and big and rough bodies are not easy to bully.
After the meeting, Tom took the red necks to visit the Smith Company's exhibition stand. The dazzling array of slow-moving goods attracted the attention of every red neck.
It fully demonstrates the industrial strength of Tom Smith's Smith Company, the only large-scale factory owner in Texas and even the Dixie region.
The Texas state conference in a few days will be held as scheduled.
At the meeting, both of Tom Smith's proposals were almost unanimously passed, but another motion caused controversy among the rednecks.
"My fellow Texans, it's time to make a decision."
"How should we, the Lone Star State, respond to the increasingly violent anti-Gay actions in the Dixie area? Should we support the Yang side of the United States of America, support the Confederacy in the Civil War, or go with the Europeans..."
A state legislator's speech officially launched the state House's discussion on the future direction of Texas.
"I think it's better if we don't care about ourselves. There's no point in helping anyone..."
"I think we can take this opportunity to be independent again and see what practical help the Europeans can give."
"Just those bullshit European guys? They promised reinforcements during the Civil War, but what happened?"
"What the fuck is that about a European guy? Are we afraid of a gay guy?"
"The worst case scenario is a fight to the death! We fought with them back then, and now we have our own military factory, why are we so afraid of them?!"
"Fuck him to death!"
"Yes, the worst that can happen is that the fish will die and the net will be broken, and you will have to fight those bastards!"
"..."
Tom was sitting alone in the rightmost corner of the last row, silently looking at a group of rednecks who looked like they were about to start a fight, and he was red-faced and scolding the gay guy.
Tom now only cares about narcotics and the security issues in Texas. This is the key to Tom's smooth profit in the future.
After about twenty minutes, these rednecks finally vented their dissatisfaction with external forces, but in the end they did not discuss the final attitude of Texas.
There is no heavyweight member like Tom Smith to speak out on such a major matter, or the interests of all members are highly consistent, otherwise it will be difficult to discuss the outcome.
Anyway, such a major matter cannot be decided by these representatives in just one discussion. Tom estimates that the next state assembly will just be a "swearing" against foreign forces.