New Ming Empire mixed in America

"I suggest that the funds should be allocated according to the amount of effort, which is more fair."

A congressman suddenly interrupted Stanford's emotion.

Stanford looked up and found that the congressman speaking was the boss of the California Shipping Company.

This guy has been making a lot of money recently by relying on those Easterners. If he follows his proposal and lowers the ticket price even more, his contribution will definitely be ranked first.

"Why not distribute them according to their current official positions?"

Another congressman stood up and retorted: "We people have worked conscientiously for the people of California for so many years. We have toiled hard without any credit."

The congressman who spoke is the current California Attorney General. He is a pure politician, and his family's business is almost zero.

So it was very reasonable for him to stand up and propose using current official positions to allocate the money.

Following the words of the prosecutor general, some people stood up and agreed to use official positions to distribute money, and began to quarrel with those MPs who proposed distribution according to work.

Stanford just watched quietly, because he suddenly discovered that the governor's faction was not all monolithic. This might be an opportunity for him to take advantage of.

After clearing his throat, Stanford wanted to stand up and support those congressmen who did not have family businesses.

Because his family is considered bankrupt now, he believes that those congressmen will accept him due to the sorrow of the rabbit and the fox.

"That's enough!" But the governor didn't give him this chance. He patted the table and shouted:

"What's the use of official positions at this point? I support distribution according to work. Who is for it and who is against it?"

As soon as the governor finished speaking, those legislators who had failed to do anything about immigration exploded.

"Without us, you won't be able to successfully complete the immigration matter!"

"That is, in the next few days I will organize residents to take to the streets to protest against the state government's ***!"

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The governor couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the hysteria of these people. He didn't even look at the current situation. What use would the level of his position have to the current situation in California?

So he quietly pressed a small button on the corner of the table.

Stanford looked at the governor's dictatorship and was ecstatic. It was time for me, Stanford, to come in and get a piece of the pie.

Among the people in this conference room, he is the only weak one, and now a great opportunity is before him. As long as he stands up to support those disadvantaged members, he is confident that he can equal the governor in the parliament.

This is what he thought and did. He stood up with a loud sound and patted the table hard:

"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to what I have to say!"

Stanford's remaining prestige was still there, at least the lawmakers who were arguing in the conference room stopped and looked at Stanford to see what he had to say.

"I think what the governor said..."

At this moment, there was a 'bang'; the door of the conference room was pushed open, and more than thirty white gang members with red sleeves on their arms walked in.

These people held rifles with fixed bayonets in their hands, and some also held loaded pistols.

After these red sleeves rushed in, they guarded the door and windows of the conference room, while the rest stood behind the governor and stared fiercely at everyone in the conference room.

"Mr. Stanford, do you want to say something? Please continue."

After the governor looked at these red sleeves, the last worry in his heart disappeared.

Oriental people are always quick to do things. Looking at the after-sales service, it is so considerate that it makes people cry.

"I...I think...the...state...governor is right."

Stanford's tongue was almost tied. Looking at the red sleeves with live ammunition, he swallowed, pointed at the congressmen he wanted to win over just now and shouted loudly:

"Isn't what Mr. Governor said right? What qualifications do you have to point fingers and disagree?"

"Distribution according to work has always been the most fair and equitable distribution plan in the world. You people actually want to use the rights given to you by the people of California to stop us and prevent the people of California from going to Oregon to live a better life. What are your intentions?

"

After taking a breath, Stanford turned to the governor and said with a smile:

"Mr. John, I think these people should be punished as they should. After all, they have forgotten the people of California for their own immediate interests. This is irresponsible to the people of California!"

The governor almost choked on his cigar and coughed a few times before he had time to take stock of Stanford's current demeanor.

After he saw the awe-inspiring look on the opponent's face, he was convinced that he had lost to the opponent before.

I couldn't blame others for being ignored before, so why am I not as thick-skinned as the other person?

"Since Mr. Stanford has suggested it, I agree to punish these people."

The governor winked at the red sleeves beside him, wanting them to pull out and lock up those congressmen who opposed his proposal.

The red-sleeved leader took out a bottle of cough syrup from his pocket, brought it to his mouth and drank it all in one gulp, just in time to see the governor's wink as he handed it over.

So he nodded knowingly to show his understanding. After putting away the empty bottle, he walked over to Stanford and asked:

"Who are the guys who deserve to be punished?"

Stanford knew very well who the governor was. At most, these congressmen would be locked up for a while, and then they would be released.

If the governor had the guts, he wouldn't be able to let him go away in just a few months. He wouldn't even be involved in the disappearance of the lieutenant governor.

So he confidently identified the congressmen just now one by one.

But in his heart, he was thinking that he must do something to free these people afterwards, and then he would have supporters in the governor's circle.

But something he didn't expect happened. The red-sleeved leader did not take the people away and lock them up as he thought. Instead, he directly ordered his men to shoot!

After six gunshots, the number of people in the conference room reduced by half.

Not only Stanford couldn't believe it, but even the governor found it incredible what was happening in front of him.

He didn't even notice that the cigar had fallen from his mouth. He didn't realize it until the butt of the cigarette burned through his pants, and he hurriedly picked up the cigar and put it back in his mouth.

The following meeting seemed very harmonious. With the governor's proposal and Mr. Stanford's strong support, the plan to split the money was immediately finalized.

After walking out of the conference room, Stanford had time to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

It's too insidious. The governor, an old scumbag, has really hidden it too deep.

No wonder he was able to hook up with the Easterners and rise again after being ostracized by himself, because he was tolerant enough.

It seems that I am still too young!

But now is not the time to think about this. What he should consider now is how to take the last bite of fat from the family.

As he said in the conference room, the family is the family, and he is himself. The family's property is not his property.

So what he wanted to do was to take the opportunity to gather all the metal currencies before the rest of the family reacted, and then take the money to the east to start a new life.

As for the family's real estate...

He had just signed the contract and donated it all to the Orientals unconditionally... No, it was all donated to the Xinming Empire!

Who cares about the life and death of others when a disaster is imminent?

After getting on the carriage, Stanford ordered the coachman:

"Go to the family's treasury, we have to send the family's funds to a safer location!"