America 1919

Chapter 595

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Farm Storm_2 Chapter 595: 212.

Farm Storm_2 Donnie: “I pay them on time, never skim off their income, and nobody deprives them of their ‘C’ night rights, but what happened?

They still want to rebel against me?”

Saying this, Donnie’s face darkened as he spoke to Walker, “I’ve told you before, those people are just ungrateful wolves; give them a good deal, and they’ll demand a better one.

Human greed knows no bounds, and their greed is utterly unrestrained.

To make them behave, there’s only one way—to teach them a lesson, a lesson they’ll never forget!”

Actually, Donnie held no prejudice against these people; he simply didn’t like them.

If that was all, no matter what they did, Donnie wouldn’t care.

But who told them to mess with Donnie’s money-making now?

The sugarcane, grapes, and such on the farm were important raw materials for Donnie’s private liquor business, and the impact of the private liquor trade on Donnie had already been made evident by the previous IRS investigation.

So, Donnie wouldn’t allow anyone to trouble him on this matter!

“Alright then!” Walker said, spreading his hands, “If you want to do it, go ahead.

I’ll discuss this with Maholi, but I think Maholi will agree with your approach!”

Donnie smiled contentedly, “That’s right, rest assured, the things I do won’t go wrong!”

Walker reminded Donnie, “But I still want to remind you, don’t take the initiative to attack.

Let them strike first, only then will we be in the right, both morally and legally, no matter what happens in the future!”

Donnie laughed, “Of course!”

Soon, Westglenn came to Donnie’s office, and upon learning about the task at hand, Westglenn immediately showed an excited expression.

“It’s been so boring in Atlantic City lately, boss, just leave this to me, I guarantee there won’t be any problems!”

Donnie nodded, instructing, “Remember, after you get there, don’t start a fight right away.

Talk to those people first, tell them to work properly, if they don’t accept…”

“If they don’t accept, I’ll make an example of one of them!” Westglenn replied.

Donnie waved his hand, “No need, if they don’t agree, then let it be a standoff.

I believe whatever those black farmers are doing in those states must have emboldened the farm’s black farmers, so you’ll need to wait.

Start acting only when they start causing trouble; that way, whether it’s morals or law, we are on the high ground!”

“Ah!” Westglenn laughed, “I understand what you mean, boss.

The farm is our private property.

If these people vandalize our private property, then they’re violating the sacred federal constitution!”

Donnie nodded in satisfaction, “Exactly, that’s the idea!”

Soon after, news came from Walker: Maholi had no objections to Donnie’s decision and thanked Donnie for offering help at this time.

With Maholi’s consent, Donnie had Westglenn pull 500 people from United States Logistics because they had to carry weapons, which naturally meant they couldn’t take the train.

Therefore, these people took vehicles from United States Logistics, making their way to the southern United States!

Westglenn brought 500 people, but in reality, only 100 of them reached Donnie’s farm in Texas.

“This is my first time in the South!”

One evening, Westglenn’s team arrived at the farm, and as they got off the vehicle, they immediately felt the difference from Atlantic City.

The entire northern United States was covered by industrialization; places like New York were financial cities.

Yet what lay before Westglenn now were fields of sugarcane, expanses of land.

Wherever the eye could see, there were few high-rise buildings, just land, land, and damned more land!

“Mr.

Glen, you’ve finally arrived, we were barely holding on here!”

Carmelo Lynn, the manager in charge of Donnie’s farm, eagerly shook Westglenn’s hand, “I’ve been so excited about your arrival that I hardly slept in two days!”

Westglenn laughed heartily, “Lynn, now you can have a good sleep.

We’re here now, and the farm’s sky will clear up!”

“Indeed, indeed!” Carmelo Lynn, also a native of Elwood Village, though not interested in the brewing business, was not like those lazy people.

Although he and Donnie were of the same age, they didn’t have much interaction back in Elwood Village.

However, as the whole village had become Donnie’s factory,

Donnie naturally became familiar with the people of Elwood Village.

After assessing Lynn’s capabilities, Donnie dispatched him here to manage the farm.

Yet even with such a relationship, Carmelo Lynn showed no sense of superiority in front of Westglenn, “Mr.

Glen, your accommodations are all prepared.

And as per your instructions, I’ve also cleared two rooms in my house especially for storing weapons.

Shall we rest first?”

Westglenn and his team chose nighttime to arrive here, so as not to let the black farmers know they were carrying weapons.

As for the remaining hundred men, surely these black farmers wouldn’t take them seriously.

“Let them rest first.

You come with me and tell me everything about the situation here because back in Atlantic City, we only knew the situation roughly, not the specifics!”