What does this contract mean? Victor turned it over and turned it over, and saw the words "financial assistance" written crookedly all over it.
He felt uneasy, and after looking carefully for a long time, he saw from the cracks in the words that these words actually said "deceive"!
A complete scam!
You know, in order to attract immigrants to the east, the "Homestead Act" actually has a very loose policy on land.
A simple calculation shows that with a registration fee of 10 francs, you can apply for a land of no more than 160 acres. Anyway, the applicant will occupy it himself. If there is no space, he will grab it from the indigenous people. Once it is settled, it will be yours.
Then you can farm for half a year and pay a tax of 1 faraka per acre, and you can obtain full ownership.
According to the area of the Daimon family's plantation, it will only cost about 120 faraka at most, including the registration fee, which is only 130 faraka.
Then buy a group of cheap serfs without paying wages, hire a few gunmen to keep vigil, and buy farm tools, seeds and other miscellaneous things. Add them up and give him a starting capital of 500 faraka, and a plantation can be easily operated. Based on this calculation, Cornwall Energy's support to the Dimon family will not exceed one thousand faraka per year.
But according to the contract, the Dimon family will no longer enjoy funding from the other party after three years, and will give Cornwall Energy a rebate of 500 faraka every quarter, which is 2,000 faraka a year. This investment is beneficial to
It's a steal for Cornwall Energy.
The most outrageous and deceptive thing is that this contract has no expiration period, which means that as long as Thomas does not tear it up, the Damon family will have to pay Cornwall Energy Company two thousand faraka every year regardless of the harvest.
"What a good guy...really a good guy..."
Victor pulled his hair, dumbfounded.
"Dad or granddad? Who is such an idiot as to sign a deal with Cornwall Energy?"
Now, he wants to mash up the contract and throw it in the trash can.
But there is a high probability that it will be useless. Thomas must have another one.
With the opponent's skill, as long as Victor is still in Missouri, he will not be able to escape from fulfilling this agreement.
I was originally excited to inherit the inheritance, but finally found out that it was a hot potato.
No, this is not a hot potato, this is just a piece of shit. Victor feels as uncomfortable as eating shit...
If the plantation had not suffered a devastating blow, the rebate of two thousand francs a year would not be serious. But the current situation is that reconstruction will cost a lot of money. This agreement is very fatal to Victor.
Calculating the time, Thomas will definitely send someone to ask for the bonus in less than half a month. Victor now only has more than a hundred farka at his disposal. If he can't get the money, the local emperor will definitely have various ways to do it.
Take care of yourself.
We have to find a way to completely get rid of the other party's control...
Victor put all the information back into the package with a sullen face, then got up and left the bank.
The staff sent him out with a cheerful face, nodding and bowing and saying flattering words.
"Mr. Victor, congratulations on becoming the master of the Damon family. Welcome to save money next time. We guarantee that the money you deposit in Walding Bank will be treated as its own money and will be strictly guarded by the bank..."<
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I don’t know if the news spread too quickly, but the way most people in the town looked at Victor changed.
No longer disdain, disgust or resentment.
But fear, flattery and admiration.
Especially the two sheriffs at the door of the police station. They dragged Victor into a cell not long ago and locked him up all night, ignoring his appeal.
But now, as if suffering from amnesia, these two people greeted him with smiles on their faces.
"Victor Damon...Oh no, sorry, Master Victor, the weather is so nice today!"
"Yeah...yeah, very good." Victor raised his head and glanced at the sky covered by dark clouds.
"Mr. Victor, do you want to come to the pub for a drink tonight?"
"No, lest I accidentally get into someone's bed and wake up to find that the other person has burped, and two police officers are guarding the door to arrest me." Victor replied coldly.
The two sheriffs froze on the spot with smiles on their faces. Victor ignored them, rented a horse alone, and rode off to the old site of the manor.
When we arrived at the old site, the ruins after the fire were still hidden alone in the hills and woodlands, and the scorched black marks on the ground had not completely disappeared.
The people of Augusta destroyed the house, burned the fields, and killed people, but the damage was not complete, and a few barns were intact.
The other party is indeed here to destroy the family.
When did the Damon family offend each other? Victor has no memory of the past. Perhaps the memory in the dream is partly true and partly false.
The two or three remaining barns are the only remaining possessions of the manor.
I don’t know what’s inside...
At this moment, Victor heard someone calling his name from behind. He looked back and saw a short sheriff wearing an khaki cowboy hat and corded bell-bottoms riding towards him. That's the third local sheriff-Donny Hopkins.
The other party’s curly beard and funny little husky-like eyes are unique and easy to distinguish.
Victor always has a feeling that the other person's appearance looks awkward, and there is a sense of dislocation that is incompatible with the world.
It's like a black emperor appears in a traditional Chinese costume drama.
"Victor! Master Victor!"
Like the other two sheriffs, Downey also changed his name to Victor.
"Chief Downey, what are you doing for me?" Victor tied the horse and looked at him with his hands on his hips.
Donny dismounted, walked over, and said sheepishly: "I know you should be here, so I rushed over to see if I can help."
"You want to help me?" Victor was a little curious, "I said, this is my own business, I won't bother your local police."
Donnie giggled: "Actually, it's like this, Mr. Damon, since you have taken over the plantation, it is nominally under the jurisdiction of Walding Town. For the sake of everyone's friendly relationship in the future, our Public Security Bureau decided to let me help you sort it out.
Old address."
Another wave of flattery, Victor understood what their sheriff was thinking.
People in the town still don’t know that Victor actually has little money, but everyone is still worried about his revenge. After all, the Damon family is a local powerhouse supported by Cornwall Energy.
Victor has already seen what kind of person Thomas is on the Kaleidoscope.
Now when it comes to sorting out such a large area of ruins, Victor is really short of manpower. At least he has to sort out the place where he lives.
"Okay, Chief Downey, please help me clear up the warehouse over there. I may have to live there tonight."
"Leave it to me, Mr. Victor..." The other party tied up the horse and went to Victor Finger's warehouse to sort out the items with great enthusiasm.
Victor went to the other side, went around the ruins, broke open the door of the second warehouse, and found equipment such as distillation tanks for brewing inside, as well as several barrels of low-grade liquor placed in the corner.
"The family is indeed brewing private wine... It's a pity that we don't have any inventory, otherwise we could sell it to make some money first."
Victor is still thinking about the profits that need to be returned to Thomas this quarter.
There is no way to get rid of the other party in a short period of time, so settle the urgent matters first and then look for opportunities secretly.
Suddenly, Donnie seemed to have discovered something, and he exclaimed.
