I became a son-in-law in the United States

Chapter 97 A punch landed

"Thank you for telling me so much. I have a general understanding of the situation now, William."

After saying that, Luther extended his hand to William. William hesitated for a moment, wiped his hand on his shirt, and then extended his hand.

Black and white people generally don't shake hands because white people feel contaminated, a feeling that can't be washed away.

That's why William almost teared up when he felt Luther's kindness.

The people here only curse at themselves; has anyone ever extended a helping hand in a friendly manner?

"Don't say that, Mr. Luther. You saved my life. If it weren't for you, I might have been beaten to death."

"Those are all in the past, William. We should look forward."

“Yes,” William said with an awkward smile and a hint of helplessness, “but for blacks like us, there is no difference between the past and the future. We are their slaves, Mr. Luther.”

"In the past, we were shackled and made to plant cotton in the fields. Now, although the shackles are gone, life is still very difficult. You know, the critical eyes of white people are heavier than the shackles."

Luther nodded. He knew all too well that the situation only eased somewhat after Martin Luther King Jr. stepped forward, but even that was only superficial.

Even today, if you delve into American society, you can still detect this discrimination, only it has been cleverly disguised.

White people no longer discriminate, or rather, they no longer show it. This attitude is reflected in their actions as a silent and decisive distancing.

"By the way, William, we recently started a club. If you're interested, you're welcome to join."

After a moment's thought, Luther extended an invitation to the other party.

Firstly, Wellesley needs someone to keep an eye on things, and William, who runs a company here, is the most suitable candidate.

Secondly, William is a good speaker and has a college education; otherwise, he wouldn't have come to Wellesley and started a cleaning company there.

Of course, for Luther, whether they were black or white, or Chinese at the time, such as Lin Yutang and Situ Meitang, they were all groups that were bullied by the WASPs. As long as they could unite, they should unite as much as possible, so that they would have the capital to fight back.

William, the black man in front of him, was one of the groups that Luther wanted to win over.

The next moment, William couldn't contain his joy, revealing a row of pearly white teeth. You see, in this day and age, being invited to join someone's club (fraternity) was undoubtedly the greatest recognition.

It was an exciting thing that I, a black man who was not well received everywhere, was able to receive an invitation from Mr. Luther!

He nodded excitedly: "Mr. Luther, thank you for the invitation, I'd love to!"

"Okay, if you have time, come to the club and ask for Sam Goldstein or Tom Flint."

"Okay! I will! I'll go tomorrow!"

After Luther finished speaking, he drove away and returned to Brookline from Wellesley. When he passed through Newton, he noticed that there were even more homeless people in front of him.

If homeless people used to appear only occasionally, in twos and threes, now the homeless people on the streets are more like a zombie horde.

Wandering aimlessly, it was accompanied by a few mournful cries.

The police were on guard with their guns at a great distance, and the whole scene looked very disjointed.

Without a job, there is no money; without money, there is no way to live; and eventually, the landlord has no choice but to kick them out.

As a result, many tents suddenly appeared on the streets of Newton, row upon row, which was quite a sight.

Fortunately, it's only September, and the weather isn't too cold yet. If it were November or December, who knows what would happen?

Although there are no enhancement drugs in this era, many people still can't wake up after falling asleep.

This time, Luther did not linger, nor did he offer charity to anyone, because doing so would only address the symptoms, not the root cause.

There is only one truly fundamental solution, and that is the class struggle that the emperor had long ago spoken of.

However, it seems there is still a long way to go before Americans accept this. By the time Luther actually pulls out this magic weapon, who knows how many dump trucks will be waiting for him at the intersection.

Therefore, Luther would not bring this up unless it was absolutely safe.

When is it absolutely safe?

That's roughly when you have the gun in your own hands.

When they got home, Jia was still sleeping. Luther ate some bread and then went back to his room.

He couldn't possibly remain indifferent to his wife being bullied like this. A gentleman's revenge is too tiring; immediate retribution is much more satisfying.

He had inquired with William and learned that the person who spearheaded the attack on Gia and threw her homework into the lake was Winchester, also from the old wasp circle, and had been on good terms with the Lowell family for generations.

Perhaps it was to avenge a friend, or perhaps it was simply to target old Joseph; in any case, Winchester did just that.

Of course, what surprised Luther the most was that neither his classmates nor the school officials said anything. If William hadn't told him, he would still be completely in the dark.

"I have to do something, but what can I do?" Luther scratched his head.

Right now, he's only just left the newbie zone and has just started leveling up and fighting monsters. It's clearly not enough for him to fight against the wasp family.

Unless one day our new youth can be better organized, can make their voices heard, and have their own influence, preferably with some guns and cannons.

Of course, after thinking for a while, Luther realized that there was a way.

Because he keenly realized that the Winchester family was in the arms business, and their biggest customers were not in the United States, but in the vast and chaotic Europe.

In fact, during World War I, many American families made their fortunes by selling arms to Europe.

After so many years of war in Europe, the demand for arms is enormous, and American arms dealers have made a fortune.

These arms dealers include Remington, Winchester, Colt, Smith & Wesson, and others.

And this time, Gia encountered the Winchester family, which makes perfect sense.

Although World War I is long over, the chaos in Europe has not lessened at all. Germany is sliding into the abyss, and other countries are not much better off. The situation remains chaotic, and the more chaotic it is, the better the arms trade becomes.

Although orders decreased significantly after the war, these arms dealers did not disappear.

In fact, these arms dealers have long since shifted their business focus from "war orders" to "post-war reconstruction" and even the global market.

With this in mind, Luther did not hesitate and immediately wrote a letter to his old friend in Europe, Mr. Gandalf.

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