Because of the North American fiefdom's control measures against European merchants, Holden did not have much information about the information here. This time he arrived with Chirac, with the intention of temporarily checking the situation. If it really doesn't work, he will recruit some people and sneak inland.

But just during this time in Atlantic City, Holden felt that there was no need to take any more risks.

The social situation in Atlantic City has already shown all this. He could see many Indians on the streets, and in his opinion at least one-six were Indians. Of course, there were not so many, because Holden could not separate the sailors with red and brown skin due to the wind and sun.

In Horton's eyes, the Indians lived quite well in Atlantic City. Their children were able to go to school. In factories, Indian workers worked with Chinese workers. At the entrance of the alley, Indian women and Chinese women were wearing sweaters while talking about other people's gossip.

He once discovered that an Indian was kneeling down to a yellow-skinned man. After asking, he found out that the Indian child was apprenticing to a carpenter as an apprentice. The child had to give the carpenter three years to work for free, and the carpenter also had to support him for free for three years.

Indians can be vendors, nurses, workers, and even government departments have Indian faces.

In the report handed to London, Holden described it as follows: The relationship between the Chinese and the Indians was not harmonious, but it was far from the point of war. In my opinion, the relationship between these two nations is much more harmonious than that between the Scots and the English.

"Mr. Chirac, maybe you are right, but I don't think about those things. Will you send someone to Virginia, right? Can you arrange a few of my people in? I want to spread the Chinese oppress my fellow countrymen and let people all over the world know their evil deeds." Holden said gritting his teeth.

Chirac nodded: "Actually, there is no need to be such trouble. You can send someone yourself. Of course, I can also help you. Even if you are discovered, it will not affect my relationship with the Chinese governor. I just promise to be ignorant. I think even if you don't arrange for people and people outside will be dissatisfied with the situation there, and you can get the news you want.

But I don’t think the result will be as you expected. So what can you do to spread these? Do you want to promote the British, or to Chinese, or to people from other countries other than you?”

"Everyone promotes that I want to expose their hypocritical faces, a country that claims to abolish slavery but is enslaving our compatriots." Holden said gritting his teeth.

"Well, Mr. Holden, you won't have any results, good luck," Chirac said with his hands spreading out, his face full of insignificance.

Seeing that Chirac was this attitude, Horton felt angry, but he forced himself to resist and vent. Horton was very young, and Chirac was mature. He had been to many places in his life and had contacted many people. After much experience, he naturally had different understandings of problems and people. So Horton took the initiative to ask: "Mr. Chirac, why can't I achieve anything?"

"I have been to your UK. The whole UK is very impetuous and full of dissatisfaction with Eastern China. Whether you inform them about Virginia or not, they are all dissatisfied with China. You have promoted it, but it is just a little more topic of conversation and material.

And I think your government will not support propaganda. Only when two countries are going to fight will they publicize direct conflicts and hatred on a large scale. It is obviously not the right time. The League of Nations has just been established, the cake of Earth has just been cut, and our country and Eastern China have ushered in a long-lost peace. The arrival of peace will make people dilute all this." Chirac said with a smile, and he lit a cigar and enjoyed the taste.

Chirac continued: "Other countries won't really care. Most people in this world are still very ignorant, and everyone is facing problems. People don't care about the conflict between Chinese and British people, they just care about whether their wages will increase, whether there is an extra piece of cheese for dinner, and whether the potatoes in the basement have sprouted. Of course, the gentlemen in the upper class will notice this, but whoever supports and opposes whom has never had anything to do with the facts, but only with their position.

Your investigation and publicity are just to give them an extra topic of debate.

As for the Chinese, believe me, your propaganda will only bring negative effects. You should go to China to see it. Compared to your latecomer awareness, they have long noticed the situation in the Virginia region, but overall they have accepted the status quo and believed that all policies are reasonable."

"Is it reasonable to treat our compatriots cruelly?" Holden asked loudly.

Chirac nodded: "Yes, it's reasonable. In your eyes, it's a compatriot who is wandering overseas, as gentle as a sheep, suffering. But in the eyes of the Chinese, it's not, or in fact it's not. You think they have chained the sheep and cut off their legs to eat meat. But the Chinese think it's not. They think all policies are to tie iron chains for a hungry wolf, break one leg, and pull out sharp teeth to avoid hurting others.

In your eyes, it is called Virginia, but it was not the first name. It was the land of the Indians. After the Anza people arrived, they killed the natives there, occupied their land, and treated the Indians in the most cruel way, which led to the Virginian British today. They were a group of hungry wolves who grew up eating Indian flesh and blood. Only violence and cruelty could suppress their ferocity.

No no no no, Mr. Holden, don't look at me like this. This is not my opinion. I just share the Chinese. If you promote that they have been treated rudely, the Chinese will tell you that at least they are still alive, and the Indians they treated rudely are dead and exterminated."

After hearing Chirac's words, a feeling of disappointment and pessimism rose from the bottom of his heart, suppressing his anger. He asked, "Mr. Chirac, are you saying, I'm not doing anything?"

"No, Mr. Holden, I suggest you do more. What you want to do may be useless now, but not in the future." Chirac persuaded him, and he stood up and walked to Holden, patted his shoulder, and said, "Mr. Holden, you are still too young and are too idealistic to do things. You need to go through more things to truly grow up."

Holden smiled coldly, and casually pushed Chirac's hand away and asked, "Grow up? Have you grown up like Mr. Chirac?"

Chirac didn't care about Holden's attitude. He said: "I was born in Quebec, New France. My father and mother died of the plague. Because my uncle had no money to give it to the church, he didn't even take me in. Fortunately, my uncle was a kind person and gave me food. I was going to die many times, and France did not save me, and God did not save me.

On the contrary, the arrival of the Chinese saved me, those who needed to work, I transported vegetables and fruits for them, made the first money, and found a ship to Haiti at the dock, which changed my destiny. People like me were not grown up, but cruel destiny that kneaded and beat me into this annoying appearance.

But Mr. Holden, you are not, you are a top student at Oxford University, a person who can chat and laugh with the children of the British royal family. You will never become what I am, but I still hope you are more realistic.

Actually, I seem a little too talkative in front of you. The reason is very simple. You just hate me, like a classmate or friend of yours, most people like you hate me. The look I hate is a dirty pig or a disgusting fly. Therefore, I am willing to share some of you that I think is valuable."

"Okay, please tell me." Holden asked himself that he had learned a lot from Chirac, so he asked directly.

Chirac sucked a cigar and said, "Mr. Holden, gentlemen like you who came out of London or Paris have always had a misunderstanding, that is, China in the East is only stronger and advanced than its own country. But in fact, it is not the case. There is a concept that some people may realize, but everyone is unwilling to accept it, that is, China is actually more civilized than our country.

Just like the colonial policies, here we cannot find a tribe willing to launch a war against the Chinese, but in North Africa, the Arab rebels have already left the smoke everywhere in the area. This has no direct relationship with the strength of the country. It is the art of domination on the surface, but in fact, the deeper level is civilization.

Civilization is a very broad concept. In the colony, it is summarized in one sentence, that is, whether to treat the colonies as humans. Obviously, Britain and France did not do this well, and China was better than you. It is this civilization that makes its rule over the colonies impeccable. Instead of the strength of this country, this is my understanding of Eastern China."

"Have you been conquered by them, Mr. Chirac?" Holden asked, staring at Chirac and gritting his teeth.

Chirac nodded: "Maybe. If my skin is yellow, my eyes and hair are black, maybe I would fit in it, but obviously, I'm not."

Horton looked at Chirac and asked, "What you said should be just appearances. Their civilization may not be comparable to our civilization, but has reached that stage. This is what they showed after occupying most of the fertile land in the world, having the strongest strength, and their country is not threatened.

The rich are willing to give a pound to the poor, because that pound is nothing to him, but the poor do not, because a pound is everything."

Chirac spread his hands: "Mr. Holden, please believe that I have no intention to argue with you. I do not understand what you said. I only believe what I have seen with my own eyes."

Seeing that Chirac had such an attitude, Horton knew that he could not convince him, he thought for a while and said, "Our cooperation is still the same. I need your help to enter Virginia and investigate the disasters there. Everything I promise you will give you, this is London's promise."

"Thank you." Chirac finished sucking a cigar and responded in a very plain way.

Holden bowed and chose to leave, while Pei Guangping came out of the room and said, "He can really say that my tea tastes nothing."

"This is what a young man who is eager to do something big." Chirac shrugged and asked, "Governor, have the words I just said work?"

"I think you said very well, Mr. Chirac. In fact, it is better than I thought. And your words should work, and this Mr. Holden should not do anything impulsive." Pei Guangping said.

Chirac smiled: "But I don't understand why you did this. In my opinion, the British cannot make trouble for you here."

Pei Guangping shook his head: "I am committed to improving the local economic situation and making some contributions to this land. The basis of all this is stability. It can be said that stability is everything. For stability, I must do more.

I had wanted to find a chance to get rid of this Holden, but I felt that it was not perfect enough after all. It would be more beneficial to let those guys in London stop their behavior in North America through his mouth."

Chirac said: "In my experience, this problem will be solved sooner or later, and it can only be solved through the form of war, and there is no other way."

Pei Guangping naturally knew this, but the problem was that Shen Jing had no intention of solving this problem at all. This matter had been decided a few years ago. Everything he did here was to lay the groundwork, especially the Indians represented by the galloping horses.

"Well, Mr. Chirac, we won't talk about this. Mr. Horton has provided you with a business as a reward. I obviously want to give you the same reward. Say, what do you want?" Pei Guangping didn't want to discuss such things with someone like Chirac because he couldn't see through this guy.

Chirac said: "I want an identity."

Pei Guangping narrowed his eyes and looked at Chirac: "Sir, you've been joking too much, or have you even cheated on yourself? Do you really want to integrate into the empire?"

"No, no, I don't want to integrate into the empire, but I think my career in Haiti has come to an end. I want to go to Jamaica and have a place there, a real place," Chirac said.
Chapter completed!