Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty-Three: Old Ji Fuyu
Texas, a state that perfectly implements the spirit of the United States, adheres to the principle that everyone has a gun, only others can be in chaos. This is the natural reserve of American mixed race.
Compared with those desperate people who landed in the United States on the Mayflower, many of the mixed-race people who came to colonize this new world were a different kind of people, the descendants of European mixed-race families who could not survive.
They came to the United States with a start-up capital given by their family, bought land on the vast plains in central and southern America, and lived a life of alcoholic, hunting, and scalping landowners in the decadent years abandoned by their families.
Two hundred years passed like this, until the end of World War I. Europe was shattered into pieces. The secret party, which was originally the most powerful, lost all its elites in the month of mourning. The major mixed-race families were involved in the war, and then this group of abandoned Americans.
Waste looked towards his hometown and was surprised to find that the family in the past had long since declined and he had become the most powerful one.
Nowadays, most of the thirteen families in the United States can trace their ancestors back to a European mixed-race family. The original family was destroyed in successive wars, so these exiles inherited the family name and became domineering in the United States.
This may be a false win, but in any case it is undeniable that the mixed breeds in the United States have done very well in recent years.
But now, Henkel, as the leader of North American mixed-races, is sitting on a pin in his yard. When he was young, the mixed-races in the United States were not that strong, and everyone was in a decadence of being abandoned by Europe.
It was this kind of decadence that created a group of hybrids like Henkel who wanted to change the status quo. They walked out of the industries accumulated by their ancestors, began to communicate with Europe, and began to participate in American politics. Life changed day by day.
good.
Do difficult days create strong people, and strong people make life easier, but unfortunately, easy days only create weak people.
A hundred years have passed, and now the life of the American mixed race is becoming more and more wanton. Business is booming and Europe is weak. They can only rely on the United States. Following the pace of economic globalization, the mixed race has begun to harvest leeks from all over the world. With the treasury
As China's green dollar bills grow, an undue ambition begins to expand.
The leader among them is Henkel's grandson, Henkel Jr. Sir Henkel's son married very young. Perhaps because of his bloodline, he never had children. It was not until the 1980s that test tube technology developed and modern technology was used to give birth to a child.
child.
A few years after the child was born, Henkel's useless son died of excessive drinking. This guy lived in the shadow of his father all his life, lived a useless life and died a useless person, leaving little Henkel a baby in this world.
This child who was born with the help of technology does have characteristics that are different from the average mixed race. Unlike those red necks who only know how to drink and pick up girls and barbecue, he is more rational and started to be interested in economics and business at a very young age.
After graduating from Kassel College, the younger Henkel went to Harvard and wandered among the business elites, causing Sir Henkel's property to expand like an inflatable ball. Old Henkel sighed when he thought of this.
Money always makes people lose their minds. In the whirlpool of business, little Henkel was fascinated. With the promise of huge sums of money from the Sheqi family of the island country, he led a team of hybrids who supported him to attack Kassel.
College.
Then, he was defeated, completely defeated, and defeated in a mess.
The old man poured a glass of whiskey, trying to use alcohol to suppress the sorrow in his heart. He was already old, so old that he couldn't hold the gun in his hand firmly. He was so old that he would always nag and repeat a sentence. He was so old that he could no longer control it.
Can't stand those young kids.
On the surface, he is still the leader of the American mixed race, but secretly, he is just an old man who can't even take care of his grandson.
Ding dong!
The doorbell rang. Henkel got up from the rocking chair and walked across the green and yellow grass. He saw two familiar figures at the door of his house. Angers and Ander were standing at the door. Behind them was a cleanly dressed man.
A man in work uniform, he lowered his head and did not dare to look into Henkel's eyes.
"Hey, long time no see, old cowboy," Ander greeted with a smile: "I brought your grandson, come and meet this young man who has been reformed through labor."
The old man stood there stunned, with some excitement in his eyes, and turned away randomly. His grandson disappeared after leading a team to attack Kassel. He always thought that this kid's ashes were scattered.
"You have become kinder to Angers." Old Hangao opened the door and said a sentence without any end. Angers showed a winner's smile and said with a gentlemanly humility: "I am an educator now.
, I am always particularly tolerant of children who make mistakes."
"Fortunately, he did not cause any casualties. According to the school's rules, he should undergo a period of labor education." Angers patted little Henkel on the back and said.
"That's right, we found a decent job for Mr. Henkel, responsible for cleaning the sewers and bathrooms of the college." Ander nodded: "As far as the six-month probationary period is concerned, he has done a good job.
"
Little Hengao's face was calm, with a kind of numbness in his eyes that had seen through the world. He looked at the familiar grandpa, lowered his head and said, "Grandpa, I'm back."
Old Henkel sighed, took his grandson's arm, and dragged him into the house. Ange and Ander followed behind him. Henkel's house, like his, was not well taken care of and exuded a wild atmosphere.
.
The old man quickly settled down his grandson, then turned around and walked to Ander and the other two. The three of them sat down in the courtyard. The old man looked at the two of them. They were rivals, but they knew each other better than close friends.
But there is something in Ender and Angers that he does not have: ambition.
Henkel's eyes were always fixed on his small town, while Angers and Ander looked further and became more greedy. Henkel always felt that this greed was the secret to maintaining their energy.
Henkel's back stooped. He looked at Angers with a bit of unwillingness in his tone. Then he calmed down. He took out a stack of documents from under the recliner and said: "This is the industry of thirteen companies in North America. I think maybe the secret
The party will need these things."
"I can no longer control those young children," Henkel's eyes flashed with cruelty: "Rather than letting them die at the hands of the secret party, it is better to let them join you. North America is too small to accommodate a second force.
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Henkel had been fighting with Angers all his life. In fact, he had long known that he could not compete with Angers, but people always have to have that breath. Now that breath was released, Henkel suddenly became much older.
Ander and Ange looked at each other, and Ander spread his hands and said: "Actually... the college's business capabilities are not very good."
"ah?"
"So...just keep these things. We are here for other things."