Freedom! The ancient prejudice should be abolished! 》

Early in the morning, Brontë, who was sitting in the restaurant, looked at the newspaper in his hand with a gloomy face.

Next to him were the apprehensive Lucanapoli and the expressionless Quetdo Martell.

"We haven't heard anything before." Brontë put down the newspaper in his hand, and then stared ~ at the two.

Once again, he was surprised.

He didn't expect that guy would start from the women's rights side.

Or in other words, he didn't expect that the other party had created a set of ancient prejudiced rhetoric that didn't make sense.

Yesterday's speech in Saint-Denis was followed by news published in a series of newspapers the next day.

If you want to say that this is not arranged long ago.

Nabrontë would rather have his head cut off and use it as a ball for someone else to kick.

"There is nothing special about cigarettes, but I have made a little article on the shape and cigarette paper, and even the tobacco content in it has been greatly reduced." Quetdo Martell picked up the cigarette on the table and said.

It's just that the shape and cigarette paper have made a little article, which means that there is no need to make any changes with great fanfare.

A tobacco company with a new owner.

So what's so strange about sourcing some brand new tobacco rolls?

"But those women just eat this set." Brontë's face was gloomy.

Tobacco tastes light?

If for a man, this is definitely a huge drawback.

Even in social networks, they will spread the word and let others avoid this brand with big holes.

But for women, this is not a problem at all, and they may prefer the taste of tobacco.

And more importantly, this tobacco is actually packaged with a coat of so-called free fireworks.

So for more feminist aspirants, buying this cigarette is not for smoking.

It's about proving that they're fighting for freedom and equality.

Hell's free!

At the same time, judging by those newspapers, Brontë understood one thing better.

That is, the other party may have been absorbed into the elephant party by Henri Lemieux.

It was something he wanted to do, but didn't work out.

The state of Lemoen itself is the territory of the elephant party, and he is a person whose foundation is in the state of Lemorn.

Naturally, I also want to find a big tree.

But the point is that the way he started was too unclean.

Of course, if it's just that, it's not a big deal.

After all, what tycoon rose without doing something unclean?

But the most important thing is that the Yiduli ethnic group led by him has formed a so-called family.

Even though he has been clearing his own hands all these years, he can't give up the past at all.

Because this has formed a community of interests with him.

Without the family, he could not have risen so fast before.

But if he abandons his family, he will also face some mortal dangers.

"The other party's drink came from New Hanover, I sent some people, but they all disappeared." Lucanapoli said astringently.

It's not that he didn't think about inquiring about the news.

The point is not that ability.

What can be heard is not very important, and some confidential things are not so easy to access.

Not to mention that they were facing trained former Pinkerton agents.

"New Hanover is the home base of the other side, and they are so well-informed that they will notice it if they inquire a little."

Quetdo Martell on the side also said a word to Lucanapoli.

"But prohibition is the philosophy of the elephant party." Thinking of something, said the flattering Superbrontë of Lucanapoli.

"You idiot!" Hearing this, Brontë glanced at the other party angrily.

Like those cigarettes, these wines actually have a saying.

Does the promotion of alcohol conflict with the anti-alcohol strategy that the Elephant Party has been designating?

That's just the surface.

In the final analysis, the main reason why the elephant party banned alcohol was the main reason.

That is to win the support of more women and at the same time promote the passage of relevant ballot bills.

Even this angered some anti-Prohibition Elephants, especially the German Confederations, and made them switch to the Donkey Party.

But it's all worth it.

Because wine means the donkey party with the interests of the winemaking industry and the tavern industry, and for historical reasons.

Most of the alcohol business in the entire Commonwealth was in the hands of the Donkey Party.

Conversely, emerging industries such as steel, railways, and oil are mostly elephant parties.

So the key to the matter is not to ban alcohol.

It is what should be done to allow one's own side to obtain greater benefits, or to severely damage the opponent.

Now this fruit wine, called freedom, can not only be recognized by the Women's Rights Protection Association, but also give hope to some opponents of prohibition.

They can even compete with the donkey party for profits in the alcohol market, thereby attacking opponents.

Although in the general policy, the elephant party will not waver. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

But the implementation and enforcement of laws and regulations always takes time.

And these wines can be dumped into the territory of the donkey party.

With enough interest, any politician can put on a wave of backsliding.

Everything is nothing more than profit.

"Mr. Brontë, there's another piece of news that I think you might be interested in."

As Brontë frowned, Quetdo Martell next to him spoke.

"What news?" Brontë asked casually.

"Those who destroyed the Gray family are in St. Denis, and the other party showed up in our tavern not long ago, and made trouble." Quetdo Martell Road.

"They? Restrain the people below, don't conflict with them, as long as you don't make a fuss, don't worry about them, a group of guys who can't get on the table. "Brontë obviously did not expect these people to be still in Lemorn, or even in St. Denis.

As for informing the police, or the state police, he didn't think about it.

After all, from the point of view that the other party was able to destroy the Gray family, it was obvious that there was a lot of combat effectiveness.

Although he was not afraid, he was not willing to provoke.

After all, there is not the slightest benefit.

"But they may have something to do with that moonshiner named Matthew Calland!"

Hearing this, Brontë's face changed, and he turned his head to stare at Quetdomartell, and at the same time got up from the sofa, and his voice became a little urgent.

"Tell me all the information, word for word!".