The higher the dance, the lower the atmosphere.


    At 8:00 p.m., after half of the dance, the big people who really have the right to speak have finished the first round of etiquette dance, and finally handed over the dance floor to the hungry and cold young people to get together and talk about some romantic things.


    Green took Seager into a circle of six people, leaned on the sofa with a golden knife, and happily lit a cigar.


    Fur giant, old fellow smoked, he coughed up: "damn old hammer, you quickly choke your cigarette!"


    "What do you know? Coughing helps clean up the accumulated sputum in your lungs, an ignorant old butcher." green lazily choked off his cigarette. "The whole town is telling you that quitting smoking and drinking won''t cure you at all. You need some special stimulation, such as young women, Indian scalp and Cuban cigars."


    "I''ll live longer than you!" old smutz spat, raised his head and looked strangely at sig behind green. "You just said young woman, didn''t you..."


    "Shut your mouth, old man. Even if the son of freedom is incorporated into the Continental Army, the people of kidariel are not something you can covet."


    "Kidariel?"


    Seager smiled: "gentlemen, I''m seagullet, seagullet Christina tracia, Mr. kedalier''s tutor and the chairman of Boston holy spring women''s school."


    Green said: "tracia is a famous educator in Boston. She came to Hartford this time to establish a branch school. In addition, kidalier highly praises her intelligence, and I am willing to guarantee that she has a mind that we can''t compare together."


    "Unexpectedly, miss is a wise man..."


    Green asked for a passing glass of spirits and took a sip into his throat: "miss tracia, what do you think of that unattainable Ms. Xavier?"


    "She''s a very proud beauty." Seager sipped a light cider. "After that amazing toast, I think she just politely jumped a bar with the governor and sat there all the time. In more than an hour, she probably refused 30 people?"


    "She''s waiting for someone, but none of the people she really wants to see will go to her." green picked up his cigar again, thought about it and threw it back. "Miss tracia, you know what I want to ask."


    "Want to hear the truth?" Seager narrowed his eyes.


    "... say."


    "The truth is that the lady is telling the truth." sig put down his exquisite glass. "The 600000 level project is not affordable by your strength, especially the construction cycle of the project is as long as 20 years. Even if you reluctantly participate in it, you will be dragged down by the long investment stage. There is no doubt."


    "The so-called bright future is also true. With the development of the steel city plan, Hartford is destined to become a hot spot for investment. Drake''s 600000 pounds will attract countless 600000 pounds, and a super chaebol will attract more super chaebols."


    "It is bound to prosper here. Docks, ports, roads and even the whole new world are numbered. Railways will connect here with the whole world. People living here will enjoy the huge dividends of developing cities into cities, and everyone can enjoy their success."


    The beautiful blueprint was presented to you without warning. They couldn''t help sinking in. Only Mr. Green, who had been in contact with sig for two days, seemed to hear something else from sig''s cold tone.


    He asked tentatively, "so... We should welcome her and wait for Drake''s money to flow in, and then gold will fall into our pockets?"


    "Probably." Seager rubbed the edge of the cup with his finger. "The gentleman with this idea... Will probably die soon."


    "Will... Die?"


    "Of course, it''s not really dead. Although I don''t rule out that possibility, most of the gentlemen here should only become ordinary rich or poor. When you are excluded from the New Hartford, should I use the word death accurately?"


    Green woke up, and so did the tycoons who owned Liwell street.


    "Does Miss tracia think we will lose in the future competition?"


    "Do you fantasize that you won''t lose? In a commercial city full of super chaebols and their allies, do you still fantasize that your little alliance can be unbreakable forever?"


    Seager laughed jokingly.


    "The governor must have seen the end. After all, he is a politician. His family will never be dragged down by the fighting in the next two decades. Instead, he can accumulate sufficient political capital and try to challenge higher life achievements with the rapid development of the city and the state."


    "The people of the whole city are also on the opposite side of you. They are insignificant rich and poor. They are the group who can really enjoy their success in Drake''s plan. You can''t let them refuse Drake. Even if you want to fight Drake, they will become your enemies without hesitation."


    "As for you..." Seager looked at the tycoons in the circle thoughtfully. "Should you give your destiny to the unknown future or bet on the irresistible present?"


    "In fact, it''s only now..." old smanz''s throat hissed. "I''m just a small fur merchant. It''s said that there are more than 600000 possessions, but the real cash is less than 100000."


    "I don''t think I can survive the strife of those big chaebols. On the contrary, as long as Drake''s money doesn''t really flow into Hartford, it will still be our Hartford."


    Green patted heavily on the tea table in front of him: "it''s time to act, gentlemen. We have 16 of the 23 seats in the City Council and 20 of the 63 seats in the State Council. As long as we unite, Drake''s pounds will not flow into Hartford."


    "Let the Brits go back to England. We fought for it for eight years, and now... It''s just a continuation of the war of independence!"


    "God bless us."


    "God bless us."


    "God bless us!"


    One tycoon left the table one after another, holding a cup and naturally integrating into other circles.


    There was a warm waltz on the dance floor, and the young people hugged each other with laughter. Just looking at it, people felt close.


    Green didn''t move, nor did sig.


    She stood quietly behind green, her hands folded under her belly, and smiled at the dancing young man.


    "I just made some bad incitement, Mr. Green."


    "Incitement?" Grimm frowned. "Did your analysis just now all lie?"


    "No, no, no, I swore to God when I was in my teens that if there was no life and death, I would never lie to anyone and would abide by the virtue of honesty."


    "What exactly are you talking about?"


    "Some verbal misleading, such as... Death."


    "You explained that it wasn''t real death."


    "That''s why I said it was misleading. These symbolic words representing the family state, live or die."


    "Most of the gentlemen in Liwell Street focus on the manufacture of rough raw materials. For example, your family deals in rough iron embryos, Mr. smanz''s family deals in fur, and Mr. tomilov in the parking lot, who specializes in wool yarn."


    "You are the backbone in the downstream of the industrial chain. You need to invest a lot of labor, arrange broad storage, and bear high freight. The actual profit margin is far lower than that of Seiko industry and the most upstream manufacturing industry."


    "For those large chambers of Commerce, you are necessary and valuable. Occupying your living space will not bring them profits, but will make their structure bloated and redundant, reduce administrative efficiency and increase administrative costs."


    "I guess most of you... As long as you don''t foolishly obstruct or provoke enemies you can''t defeat... Most businesses will survive, and some will be even better than now. Of course, seats in parliament must be handed over."


    "But in the big wave, sacrificing political interests in exchange for economic interests, this situation is at most called living for the family, which should be far from enough to be called death."


    Mr. Green, holding his glass, looked puzzled and shocked: "since... Since... Why is miss tracia?"


    "Because if 16 Liweier can survive at least 15, you must be the only one who dies. There will be no second possibility."


    Bang Dang!


    "Why?"


    "Because throughout North America and Europe, the great Drake chamber of Commerce has never been involved in the steel industry. When entering new fields, large chambers of Commerce will not start from scratch like small and medium chambers of Commerce, which is completely inefficient."


    "Their mode of operation is very simple. They find a high-quality chamber of commerce that can be used as the foundation, acquire or break down, absorb its mature management, workers and equipment, inject capital, restructure and expand its scale."


    Seager smiled at Carmen sitting alone in the distance: "now, Mr. Green, do you know why Drake chamber of Commerce chose Hartford instead of new haven with excellent shipping conditions?"


    Green turned around like a ghost.


    "Never let that woman succeed! Go back to England, Brits. If Hartford can drive them away once, he can drive them away a second time! We are very united!"


    "Ah... Unity..."


    That kind of joking, ironic, such as the reproduction of the whispering voice of small demons in mythology.


    Seager''s face was properly startled. He opened his eyes, covered his mouth, and deliberately directed Green''s eyes in the direction of Carmen Xavier.


    Carmen welcomed the first group of heavyweight visitors tonight. Yville tomilov, a textile tycoon on Liwell street, talked and laughed with her with her family.


    We are united


    Mr. Green seemed to hear an echo in his mind.


    If we can drive them away once, we can drive them away a second time


    As long as we stick together, Drake''s pound won''t flow into Hartford


    As long as we unite


    The dam burst.


    "Ivich tomilov... You... Traitor!"