"Stop?" Li Zitao was covered in mist when he learned that the investigation of blue and white porcelain had stopped.

Truman?

Adams?

Otherwise, Jefferson would have stopped actively, but this would not make sense!

The question did not puzzle him for a long time, because on that day, Madelon appeared in Lee's apartment and asked to meet him.

It seems that the new chairman of the non-US committee has his own different ideas.

"Let him come up." Li Zitao said to Franti: "Please ask him to the study."

Tia prepared black tea and pastries, unplugged all the telephone lines, and Li Zitao quietly tasted tea and waited for the guests to arrive.

Madelon, wearing a suit and a gentleman's hat, looked firm and had a clear and deep look, and exuded a persistent and meticulous temperament all over his body.

"Mr. Li, we finally meet." Madelon took off his hat and smiled.

Li Zitao added tea to the cup in front of him and made a gesture of invitation and said: "Take it, I rarely use it to entertain guests."

The annual output of this thing is too small, and Li Zitao can only get two or three taels. He really can't drink one meal less, even if he has money, he can't get it.

"Thank you." Madelon put his hat on the table and carefully picked up the teacup and tasted it carefully.

This is a focused person, old-fashioned, stubborn, conservative, with his own thoughts and rules of dealing with the world, and it is difficult to be influenced by the outside world.

From his dress, tone and movements during conversation, sitting posture and tea tasting, Li Zitao has already gained a preliminary understanding and judgment of him in his heart.

"Can I call you Mosen?" Li Zitao put down his teacup and asked with a smile.

Madelon first put the teacup into the cup holder, and the handle of the cup forms a perfect 45-degree angle with himself.

He sat sideways slightly, with a faint smile on his cheeks, and then said, "Of course, my friends call me that."

Obsessive-compulsive disorder!

Added a word in his heart, Li Zitao asked with a smile: "Are we friends? Mosen."

"If you want." Maderon's answer was so decisive and firm that he was a little uncertain.

What makes the other party's attitude change? Even if those bills cause him a lot of trouble, it is just a problem.

After all, for Jefferson, it was just a little money.

What Li Zitao never expected was that the problem lies in these "small money".

The Jefferson family was not as rich as he thought, and their political background did not continue to the mall.

There are many reasons, family training and lack of interest in business.

Jefferson's pride and prejudice against merchants, as well as his marriage with the rich, etc.

Of course, there is no shortage of money, but it is difficult for Walder to regard more than 100,000 US dollars as small money.

If it were his wealthy wife's family, more than 100,000 would be no problem.

However, the marriage between the two parties has signed a "contract" before getting married. What is the monthly cost and who should keep the property after getting married.

If there is a divorce, dowry and property division, these have detailed provisions.

To maintain a family, there is no need for all expenses. If Walder had not had enough private money, Maderon would have to push forward the time he received the call.

It is more difficult to ask him to speak to his wife or his parents' home than to kill him.

Seeing him falling into deep thought, Maderon took the initiative to say, "Charlie, as a friend, I can provide you with some help, especially my position."

"If we become friends, can you still do this position?" Li Zitao was very skeptical about this.

"Of course, Jefferson was not as powerful as he thought. The ancestors' Yu Yin would be used up for a day." Madelon's tone was indecent.

He never thought he was a vassal of anyone, and the two sides were just in a cooperative relationship.

The other party lacks basic politeness and respect for him, and the result can only be the same.

Looking at the man in front of him, Madelon actually respected him in his heart.

Anyone who desires success and is willing to work hard for it will respect another person who strives the same.

"In fact, we're very similar, Charlie," Maderon said suddenly.

"Oh?" Li Zitao smiled and listened with scruples.

"I'm also a minority."

After hearing what he said, Li Zitao looked at him in surprise and said, "I didn't see it."

"My father is a mixed-race person, and his mother is a lady from the British officer's family. Fate made them meet, and in order to break through the obstacles, they elope."

It's another bloody story, but for Maderon, these are memories that he will never forget.

His mother's family is quite powerful in Britain, but he will never recognize his identity.

Even his mother was kicked out of the family by her grandfather who focused on tradition and blood, and she never received his understanding until her death.

"Although my skin color is the same as them, I will never get recognition from the bottom of my heart." Madelong's words were agreed by Li Zitao.

This is exactly what he has felt over the years. No matter how nice the other person said, he is still alert and repulsive in his heart.

That kind of instinct that comes from the subconscious will be substituted unconsciously when thinking.

In recent years, Li Zitao has no longer cared about these issues.

Think about himself, isn’t it the same for the instinctive closeness when he meets Chinese people and the impulse to believe the other person?

So, as long as he doesn't come to provoke himself, he really doesn't care about those gazes.

I have a return, but this is only for Li Zitao.

For Maderon, he was not sure where he belonged.

His grandfather was a descendant of early African immigrants and Latin Americans, and his grandmother was a wise and kind Swedish woman with partial Germanic descent.

At that time, the two were not allowed to fall in love, and they almost died countless times.

And his parents' union was even more opposed by everyone.

So, they escaped here.

"A new country of freedom, America." Maderon's face was full of mockery when talking about freedom.

His childhood experience made him clearly understand that the so-called freedom and justice are lies.

And what he wants to do is change all this.

However, before he really takes action, he must climb up regardless of everything.

Only by mastering enough power can he do what he wants.

"Ambitional Idealist." It's not that Li Zitao wants to hit him, but that his ideas are too unrealistic.

Climbing up, right?

Abraham Lincoln, with the industrialists, motivated the farmers' cheese.

James Garfield, as a "dief", appointed his opponent as Secretary of State, and was even more interested in giving up the position of tax officials, and the division of spoils was uneven.

William McKinley, the monopoly giant behind him, was furious of public anger.

There is also the future Little Kendi, so what about the president? Isn’t there enough lessons to learn from?

The cheese that moves capital has to pay the price, and no one is exceptional.
Chapter completed!