Rebirth in America: Great Slave Owner Chapter 41

"Tony, have you heard? The chief of Dahomey has come to New Orleans!" That day, Maxi came over to Tangning with great interest.

"I heard that the supplier is visiting a major customer. It's a normal operation!" Tangning replied casually while drawing.

"Tony, what are you talking about, why can't I understand it?" Maxi asked curiously.

Only then did Tangning realize that she had said something wrong, so she changed the subject and said, "I mean, if I were an African chief, I would come here out of curiosity to see why someone would spend so much money on it for nothing. It's like if we didn't know there were so many textile mills in England, we must be wondering why the British bought so much cotton!” (As I said before, for these African tribal chiefs, the role of slaves was limited, Too much can only kill the priest.)

Maybe it was because he went to London and was shocked by the industrialization there. After returning from London, Maxi liked to brag about and describe the big factories in London, so Tangning's words immediately aroused his interest. I forgot the question just now, and continued to talk: "Tony, what you said makes sense, if I hadn't gone to London myself, I would be very curious about why the British buy so much cotton... .."

Tangning praised Mark while saying, "Ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? ...

It's a pity that Tangning's idea can only be imagined. Although according to his understanding, it is natural to have a good relationship with suppliers, but slave owners in New Orleans and even the entire United States look down on African chiefs. It seemed that this was no different from a **** slave, and it wasn't worth entertaining them as a guest, so if Tangning didn't want to appear too different, she didn't dare to act rashly.

"Tony, if you want me to say that you really should find a chance to go to London to see, eh, you are so good at painting, you should go to Paris, where there are painters, but you don't seem to be able to speak French, what can you do? "

Seeing Maxi worrying about herself, Tangning laughed dumbly, "Don't worry, I will definitely go to Europe to have a good time."

In fact, Tangning's words were not fooling Maxi, because his B was hiding in Europe during the Civil War. After all, he had to fight in the South. In the North, he, a southerner, went to New York during the Civil War and would probably encounter a lot of people. There is less discrimination, so it is more appropriate to go to Europe.

Then he said: "As for French, don't worry, it's not easy to find someone who can speak French in New Orleans!"

The reason why Tangning said this is because there are too many people in New Orleans who can speak French. The origin of the state name "Louisiana" is to commemorate King Louis XIV of France, and the city name "New Orleans" also comes from. It is located in the "City of Orleans" in France, and most of the most distinctive buildings in New Orleans are in the French Quarter. Although there have been two fires, the French Quarter can still see a strong French style until now, so in such a French culture In a dense city, it is really easy to find someone who can speak French!

To Tangning's surprise, after Maxi left, the slave overseer Agubin suddenly came over and begged Tangning, "Master, I want to ask you one thing!"

"What's the matter, tell me!" Tangning replied casually.

"I heard that our chief has come to New Orleans, and I want to go see him!" Agubin explained.

Although Agubin's request was very reasonable, Tangning was obviously thinking wrong. He asked nervously, "Oscar, are you trying to get revenge on him?"

"Vengeance? What kind of revenge?" Agubin asked inexplicably.

"Because he sold you as a slave to New Orleans, so you hated him and wanted to kill him!" Tangning replied as a matter of course.

Agubin replied, dumbfounded, "Master, you have misunderstood. I want to thank Lord Chief. If he hadn't sold me to New Orleans, how could I have the chance to live a good life like this!"

Hearing Agubin's explanation, Tangning was stunned, but she quickly reacted. Indeed, for Agubin, working as a supervisor in his own manor is definitely much better than in Africa. The knowledge is beyond what he could have imagined in Africa.

In fact, at that time, most of the black slaves in management, such as housekeepers, supervisors, nannies, and coachmen, were very supportive of slavery, except when they encountered a few masters who were not human, and they were even more cruel to ordinary black slaves than white people. , During the Civil War, there were also many such blacks who joined the southern army and fought very bravely...

After thinking about this, Tangning agreed, "Okay, you can go, just come back before the manor closes at night~www.mtlnovel.com~ If you can't talk enough today, then let's talk tomorrow!"

"Okay, thank you master!" Agubin walked out happily.

After Agubin left, Tangning thought for a while, then went upstairs to ask Isabelle and Caroline, "Will you thank the chief who sold you to New Orleans?"

Isabel shook her head without hesitation and replied, "No, because it wasn't the chief who sold us here!"

Tangning didn't know how to answer this nonsensical answer, but Caroline replied seriously, "If I knew in advance that I would come to you, Master, and live a good life now, then I would definitely thank Abu. Bakar, but I guess he didn't think that way, so I don't thank him at all."

"Who is this Abubakar? Is it your chief?" Tangning asked curiously.

Caroline shook her head and replied, "No, how should I put it, he is a small businessman who is responsible for collecting female slaves like us, and then selling them to big businessmen like Mr. Sheffield!"

"Understood, another layer of middlemen!" Tangning suddenly realized.

"Middleman, Master, your word is very accurate!" Isabel praised.

While the two were chatting, the housekeeper suddenly came in to report: "Master, a gentleman named Jules claims to be your uncle who wants to see you!"

"My uncle Yule?" Tangning muttered to herself in surprise, but he immediately realized that this has nothing to do with Maupassant's novel, he does have a distant relative named Yule... .

PS: Thanks for the great support of the book friends "The seal belongs to Yes". In addition, I am really tired today. I got in the car at half past eleven, didn't eat at noon, went straight to work, and was busy until nearly six o'clock.... ..

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