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Chapter 294 The show in New York begins, and all parties are present!

time.

It’s 5:30 in the morning in America.

Location: The New York Chronicle.

Several core members of the newspaper were working overtime again tonight. Looking at the newly released horror headlines, the editor-in-chief nodded.

"You guys did a great job!"

"President Lincoln voted for the South, and President Davis voted for the North!"

"I've already figured out that this news will completely blow up the entire United States tomorrow!"

"This move by both parties is really unexpected and unimaginable."

The editor-in-chief said that he had seen many storms, but he had never seen such a new version of the American Civil War, and he was looking forward to the public's reaction.

"Editor-in-Chief, I still can't figure out the real reason why President Davis and his team are coming to New York... Moreover, it's still a secret. If we expose it, will the federal government and Congress take any measures?"

Fitch asked the question on his mind.

"Haha, let's expose it! Congress and the federal government must want the entire American public to know about this. That way, there won't be so many complaints from the public. You yourself said that you met with the governor, and did the governor recognize you? Since the governor didn't deny it, he wants us to expose Davis."

The editor-in-chief gave Fitch confidence again.

"That's right! If President Davis also exposes his surrender to our federation, it seems to be much easier for the public to accept than some congressional conspiracy theory or something like that!"

"I am increasingly looking forward to hearing what the public thinks of this matter tomorrow!"

Fitch looked out the window and found that the streets of New York were already turning light. He was even more looking forward to the new day in New York, which would be bustling again because of their news.

"Um……"

However, as he casually glanced around, he noticed from the corner of his eye that a group of people were coming to the streets of New York early in the morning.

This group of strange people knocked on a door, and then... walked in with someone. In less than five minutes, the group left again.

……

"Anyway, in the parade today, Wu Anliang, you will be responsible for coordinating the villagers in your village and delivering food and water to the parade."

"And put red scarves on them at the same time!"

Under the rising sun, Wang Shouren asked Wu Anliang and his team to distribute bread and water to the people who were marching in the uprising. Their uprising was ready to begin today.

"Okay, okay, General..." Wu Anliang and others naturally carried out the order honestly.

"Let's see if anyone else in the surrounding blocks wants to join the parade... We'll set off at 8 o'clock sharp! We'll march all the way to City Hall!"

"Wu Anliang, please help shout and join our parade. You can earn ten dollars a day!"

"it is good!"

After another round of money and food paved the way, their team grew again to a team of 3,000 people.

"set off!"

“We want the truth!”

When the time came, Wang Shouren took the lead in leading the protest march towards New York City Hall.

Moreover, with the continuous publicity and recruitment, this team is expanding rapidly.

Almost at the same time, protest marches on the other side of New York also began to organize and grow in size.

"Protest! We want the truth!"

"Protest! Congress deliberately deceives ordinary people like us! We need answers!"

Soon, when reporters such as Fitch and Steve wanted to see whether the big news they had produced had any effect, calls came in one after another.

When they all opened their eyes to see what was happening outside, they discovered that a parade of unimaginable size was passing through the street in front of their newspaper office.

"What's happening here?"

"Wasn't it possible to protest and march these two days?"

"Why is there another disturbance today, and it's so big?"

The editors were used to seeing these beautiful scenery, but they were still a little surprised to see such a large crowd this morning.

“Have our newspapers been delivered?”

"Now the people should not be surprised that Davis surrendered to our North. Why are they protesting?"

The editor-in-chief frowned. He didn't expect that the big news they had fabricated was almost overshadowed by the parade that took place early in the morning.

"Editor-in-Chief, the newspapers have all been delivered...but this parade..."

"It doesn't seem that simple." Fitch noticed the actions of other people in the team. Some people were actually throwing money directly.

"Wow, everyone! You can't imagine what a good thing I encountered today! Did you see the parade outside? Just join them and shout a few times, and you will get bread and water! In fact, if we join them and march for a day, we can get ten dollars!"

Fortunately, at this time, a detached employee of the company rushed in and exposed everything that the parade had done.

"What's going on? Join their parade and get bread, water, and money?"

After this key information came out, the editor-in-chief, chief editor, and others finally knew what was wrong.

"Fitch, I want you to send reporters to follow this team right now to see what they want to do."

"Also, all editors, please go outside and see what's going on. Why is the parade getting bigger and bigger?"

The editor-in-chief immediately issued an order, saying that there couldn't be anything more shocking than the big news they had today, unless... people were busy marching and demonstrating.

……

"So, what's that ghost yelling so early in the morning?"

In another hotel, Grant was awakened in the arms of two young women. When he opened the hotel curtains, he saw the parade on the street.

"Damn it! It's these boring guys again!"

Grant woke up and got up. He gave some money to the two women and sent them away before starting to complete his plan for the day.

But, just when he went to the restaurant to eat.

The exclamations of the guests around him immediately caught his attention.

"Waiter, what are they talking about? How about giving me a copy of today's newspaper?"

Grant vaguely heard some news about Davis and asked the waiter for a newspaper.

The newspaper begins: Surprise! President Davis surrenders to the Union!
Grant frowned when he saw the title, and then he looked carefully... This report was just a guess by an eyewitness and a busybody, and there was no substantial evidence in the whole report.

Of course, this headline alone is scary enough in the media.

"The reporter of this newspaper is quite talented."

"But this is not enough right now! There are so many people marching today..."

"This is a good opportunity to make some big noise..."

Grant thought for a while, then went out and headed towards New York City Hall.

… “I need an explanation!”

"I didn't reveal my whereabouts, so how come I was exposed by your reporters?"

In the lounge of City Hall, Davis angrily threw the newspaper in front of Field.

"Davis, this is just a guess... The newspaper didn't say that you are going to vote for our Union. After Lincoln voted for the South, newspapers nowadays will naturally publish any news!" Field hurriedly comforted Davis.

This news did not explode across the United States as expected. Even after seeing it, these people were not at all shocked.

The truth is, Steve and the others wrote about everything except for a frontal photo of Davis. To be honest, the news didn't cause much of a stir.

"No! You guys don't have any sincerity at all!"

"I think I should leave! Mr. Russell, I think we should leave now!"

Davis, who had not slept all night, was no longer a frightened bird, but a grasshopper. He finally realized that coming to New York alone might not be a good idea. No one cared about his jumping around. Immediately, he decided to leave New York, which was a dangerous place.

“I think we can leave now.”

Roselle agreed: "When you have discussed it, tell us. Your country doesn't even have a leader right now."

"Mr. Davis, Mr. Russell, you want to leave now... It seems a little impossible!"

"Because our city hall is now surrounded!"

Field gave Davis a critical hit: "Now, you have to pray that the people don't see you directly... If you really appear in front of the people, I don't know what kind of sensation it will cause."

After Field finished speaking, Davis and the others belatedly heard the sound of a march and petition.

They quickly looked towards the window and found that countless demonstrators were about to surround the city hall.

"Field, you leaked the information on purpose. I'm here!"

Davis looked grim, feeling betrayed.

"President Davis... do you think we would do this unnecessarily? Even if we reveal the news, they won't be able to organize a gathering so quickly."

"What I mean is that you can wait until the governor and others have dealt with the people's demands before leaving. No one will stop you..." Field's nonchalant look made Davis feel a sense of contempt again.

There is not even a chance to retain him. After all, he is the President of the Confederacy!
"You will regret it!"

Davis made a harsh remark and then angrily retreated with the British ambassador.

"Regret...Davis, you have no idea what the situation in the Federation is like now! Who cares about you, a president who is not as good as Lincoln?" Field watched Davis leave in a voice that he could hear himself.

The power vacuum left by Lincoln is too big, and now the Democratic Party is... in chaos.

Davis was too impatient to come to me at this time.

……

"I'm sorry... Mr. Roosevelt, the parade is too long, and I may not be able to send the young master to school for the time being."

On a street in New York, the coachman looked at the parade in front of him and explained to Roosevelt in the carriage.

"Roosevelt, you should go to school later today, go to the bank first!"

Roosevelt also took a look at the parade. The parade was almost occupying the road they had to take, so he had no choice but to change the route.

"Okay, Father... What are they protesting about today?"

Instead, Roosevelt Jr. looked at the parade out of curiosity.

"They are still supporters of President Lincoln. They don't believe what the federal government says. Some even claim that Lincoln has died in their hands. Now they want to know the truth! They want to know everything." Roosevelt also told Roosevelt Jr.

"Will their actions affect our banking business?" Roosevelt seemed to understand and changed his angle.

"Of course it has an impact! The more pessimistic the public opinion is, the more panic the market is in. We can buy at the bottom in the pessimistic market..."

Old Roosevelt seized every opportunity to teach Roosevelt that the children of the aristocracy should be trained starting in this area.

"Father, do you think... this group of people will be like the French Revolution... and in the end, they will burn the king to death?" Roosevelt's gaze quickly shifted to the marching crowd.

"No! Son, don't worry! There will be no bloodshed in our American protests. The federal high-level officials will handle this matter, and these people are not homeless proletarians."

Roosevelt patted his chest and made the promise with confidence.

"But, father, why do I see... there are people who are providing them with food and water in an organized and disciplined manner? There isn't such behavior in the usual protest marches, right?" Roosevelt Jr. also noticed details that Roosevelt Sr. had not noticed.

"What? Someone is organized and disciplined to give them food!?"

Looking in the direction of Master Xiao Luo's finger, Roosevelt indeed found that someone was providing water and food next to the parade.

"Oh no! Roosevelt! There might be chaos in New York! Scott! Hurry up, send us to Wall Street!"

Roosevelt was naturally very politically sensitive, and he immediately sensed something was wrong from these small details.

He quickly arrived at Wall Street, only to find that today's Wall Street was... the same as usual, which made him feel at ease.

But... he soon discovered something was wrong. He looked carefully... while everything was normal, there seemed to be too many Chinese faces on Wall Street.

"Cornie! Are you there?"

"Boss, I'm here!"

The bank executive appeared instantly.

"The big Oriental customer from yesterday, they didn't come this morning!"

"no!"

"What about gold? How much gold have we borrowed?" Roosevelt asked again.

"Boss, as you instructed, we have borrowed a thousand pounds of gold to our bank! The gold is all in the bank's safe." Connie hesitated.

"Notify everyone~ Our bank is closed today! I feel something is wrong!" Roosevelt did not delve into the source of this unsafe premonition. He simply trusted his one-in-a-million instinct and chose to close the bank.

"Um... Boss? Closing the bank?" Connie was still a little confused.

"Just listen to me!" Roosevelt's face became extremely serious: "At the same time, Connie, send someone to check out the City Hall!"

"Yes!" Connie left Wall Street with full of doubts.

……

The square in front of New York City Hall was already bustling with activity.

The team led by Zhu Houzhao and the team led by Jackson have gathered in front of the City Hall.

At this time, the number of personnel in the teams led by both sides had reached 20,000 to 30,000.

Such a massive parade is unprecedented since New York was founded as a state.

This also means that there are more people watching the fun than those who actually participate in the march and demonstration.

"How's it going, Jackson? Is everything going well?"

"General Xiao Zhu, His Majesty Emperor Xiao Zhu, everything is going well."

Jackson, Xu Pengju and Zhu Houzhao also successfully joined forces in the crowd.

(End of this chapter)