New Gods of North America.

Chapter 537 Gossip
After getting to know a bunch of rich people, when Wayne left this time, there were no reporters or strange housekeepers stopping him outside.

The wealthy people Mr. Russell knew were similar to him. Although they probably all had farms or land, they were obviously more of "businessmen".
If we only talk about their wealth, the best among them may not be worse than some landlords. However, if we talk about their "actual influence" in various aspects, they usually appear to have "lack of foundation" and cannot compare with those old slave owners who have been operating in various places for many years.

At least in terms of votes, those who run factories in America are often not as popular as those who run farms.
——Factory owners can withhold workers’ wages, but cannot ask free citizens to designate who to vote for, while slave owners can naturally represent all the slaves they own.

In the South, it was not uncommon for slave owners to be able to offset the votes of an entire neighborhood with just one vote.

There were not many people eligible to vote in those days, and even women among white freemen did not have the right to vote. Without encouragement, people busy making a living often had an average voter turnout.

For example, the number of votes for Washington, the founding father who was highly regarded by the public at that time, divided by the total federal population, was only 6%.

In the recent elections of the American Federation, if we only look at the people who are "eligible to vote", an overall voter turnout rate of 70% is considered high - the more remote the countryside or the lower class of the city, the lower the voter turnout tends to be. Otherwise, people would not call the mainstream voice of the urban middle class and above "public opinion", and they are really more active in voting.

However, these things are far from Wayne now. Right now, the detective agency is already overwhelmed by the new orders reserved by Mr. Russell. If new clients come to commission security, if the reward is not high, Wayne will probably have to decline.

In the past, when I heard people say that they were “so busy that they can’t make enough money,” I thought they were being too Versailles. But now that it’s my turn, I realize that it’s all tears to say too much.

We are short of people.

If Ryan doesn't bring a few more people out quickly, he will probably be busy when the new office opens in the future.

As Wayne thought about it, he soon came up with the idea of targeting the captives currently held in the basement of the restaurant.
In terms of nature, these people are "acting on orders" and will probably be sentenced as "accomplices". Their treatment is usually lighter than that of the main offender. If the crime is not punishable by death, then in places where conditions permit, they will generally be sentenced to long-term imprisonment.

Don’t waste the great labor force. The so-called “labor reform” must mean “laboring” and “reform” at the same time. This is the only reasonable approach.

Hehehe, you probably don't want to be locked up in a prison or a monastery to pick up soap, right?

Think about how society will view you after you come out, whether it will be easy to find a job, whether the community will accept you, and whether your family and children will be looked at strangely.
Now we are giving you a chance to reform yourself. If you do a good job, you may be formally employed with a good salary. Would you like to consider joining us?

Well……

It's okay to refuse to join, since they are all extraordinary people anyway. Otherwise, it's okay to send them to the church to exchange for extraordinary materials. In a sense, it can be regarded as a reasonable allocation of resources.
As for how the church will deal with them in the future, that is not their business.

Respect and blessings.

It was not until Wayne sorted out the words in his mind and ended up with "a grateful heart" that the carriage stopped again.
Sanders knocked on the partition of the carriage outside and said, "Boss, we're at the police station." Wayne no longer had much hope of getting any new information from the police station.
Even a wealthy man like Mr. Russell now has to get second-hand information from himself. The relationship between the cathedral and the local police seemed to be just so-so. At least Sheriff William might still be the subject of "confidentiality".

But when I walked in, I found that it was not just "no news", even the "people" were almost gone.

A sheriff on duty came over quickly. After asking around, he learned that there were a lot of cases in Richmond last night. Some were cases where the cathedral was forced to defend itself when arresting church traitors, and some were murders that had yet to be determined.

Even if local police officers do not need to directly participate in the investigation, they must at least go to the scene to "take a look", and this one look almost drains away all the police force.

Wayne asked around a bit and found out that the sheriff on duty probably didn't buy as many newspapers as he did. He was just about to find an excuse to leave when he was stopped:

"Mr. Wayne, please don't leave yet. I have a bounty here that needs your signature. The chief specifically instructed that if anyone from your detective agency comes again, the bounty must be paid immediately."

Oh, it should be the bounty for the group of people who were wanted together with the "captured little boss". Liam packed up all the bodies he found in the Aboriginal community and sent them here. He probably didn't get it directly. No wonder Lina didn't mention the bounty when they divided the spoils.
When I took it in my hand, I saw that there was a thick stack of money in the envelope. Then I looked at the number on the receipt form, 1500 US dollars.

"Is this higher than the total bounty on those people last time?" Wayne asked.

He remembered that the total amount was about 1000 US dollars - and that was the price they gave because they were involved in the cathedral assassination case.

The sheriff on duty said calmly, "This is what the chief said. He said that your detective agency must have consumed a lot of extra manpower and resources to catch the criminal so quickly. In addition, you are a special investigator sent by the city committee, so you still need to receive the corresponding subsidies."

"Please thank the Director for his understanding on my behalf."

After leaving the police station, the city hall was obviously also affected by what happened last night.
However, unlike the police station, the city hall looked noticeably busier at this time. Walking a little further inside, it seemed that everyone was either writing reports or submitting reports. They were so busy that no one even asked a single question to Wayne, an outsider, when he came in.

The archivist, Ms. Susan, was relatively free at the moment and was in the mood to make Wayne coffee and chat.
Because Wayne had served as a witness and defended Ms. Susan when the "file was lost" before, her impression of Wayne, the "great detective", obviously became better and better, with a bit of personal worship.

"Mr. Wayne, have you heard about it? It is said that when the incident happened last night, the senior police officers were sent away in advance by the people of the City Police Commission. I heard that there was also trouble in the army. It seems that some soldiers got drunk and fought for barbecue. Many people were put in solitary confinement. Also, some rebels in the church seemed to have been arrested while fleeing. Some people heard the noise at the time, but no one cared. They didn't dare to mention it to their wives until they got home. I just heard about it from Mrs. Miller..."

Good guy,
After I left the cathedral, I walked around Richmond for most of the day. Even if all the newspapers I bought on the way were added together, I'm afraid they wouldn't contain as much gossip and information as yours.

(End of this chapter)