It is not clear that Chen Xu has some memories of this strange father and daughter.

At this time, the falling rain and the flying eagles, including Evelyn Miller, looked at Charles standing there with an incredulous face.

Even if not the full trust in your own vision.

At this time, the falling rain and the flying eagle will even wonder if they are mistaken.

An Indian ...

Well, not all Indians, the other side is still half of black blood.

But in federal society, this also belongs to the lowest category.

Although after the end of the Southern and Northern Wars, blacks were freed from the cotton fields.

But this does not mean that their social status has changed.

If the number is used to represent social status, if the Indian is 0, then the black man is at most a 1.

Even in the past, among the Indians, there was some hope to embrace the Union.

But it's only slightly better to be tight, and you can live without dignity and status without "037", that's all.

But what do they see now?

A man of black and Indian descent appeared at the mayor's banquet in a suit.

At the same time, judging from the conversations with other people, he is not the one who is discriminated against, but the one who is flattered.

Falling Rain looked at Chen Xu.

There is no doubt that the other party can do this because of the young man in front of him.

"Chief Falling Rain, his son Flying Eagle, and Evelyn Miller."

With Chen Xu's introduction, Charles and John couldn't help but glance at Evelyn Miller.

Once in the Vanderlinde gang, they naturally knew that the other party was the writer that Dachi admired the most.

Lenovo Ducky was also at the mayor's banquet, which made them feel something wonderful.

"I think I see what you mean, but how are you going to solve our problems?" Chief Falling Rain looked at Chen Xu and took a deep breath.

He understood the purpose of bringing them to see Charles.

That was to prove to himself that he was different from the rest of the Confederates to the Indians.

Even Indians mixed with blacks were able to gain wealth and live better in the Confederate.

Falling Rain had to admit that after seeing Charles's treatment, he was indeed moved.

"It's not up to me, it's your attitude." Chen Xu said towards the falling rain and the flying eagle.

"I don't understand." Falling Rain shook his head slightly.

"Have you heard of the Dawes Act?" Chen Xu did not prove the answer, but proposed a term that made the falling rain unfamiliar.

"I've heard that it's a bill for us Indians, but I don't know what it's about." Falling Rain said.

"It's not a good habit, when others make some rules against you, if you can't resist, you have to understand the rules, and familiarize yourself with it." Chen Xu said with a chuckle.

Falling Rain and Flying Eagle faced Chen Xu's words, and the two were silent.

Although their personalities were different, in fact, both of them knew in their hearts that what Chen Xu said was right.

"I admit that this is indeed the case, but please answer my doubts first, does this bill necessarily have anything to do with our current situation?" Falling Rain spoke.

"This is a land distribution law for you Indians, which simply means that you Indians will change from a tribal whole to a single individual, and everyone, including children, can get a share of the land, and then the rest of the land will be auctioned off." Chen Xu looked at the falling rain and explained simply.

"This is simply a bandit bill, they have taken our land and even have to worry about their own reputation." The flying eagle next to him couldn't help but clench his fists.

Including Charles on the side, he also frowned.

The Indian tribe, although it has nothing to do with Charles, but the reason for its own Indian origin, coupled with the discrimination he received in the Commonwealth before, makes him naturally more favorable to the Indians.

"But we can't help it." Falling Rain shook his head to stop his son's anger.

At the same time, he almost understood the reason why Chen Xu talked about this bill.

"So you want us to sell these lands? Will you buy the land, or someone else? But this is our last perch! Falling Rain's expression became extremely serious.

And hearing his father's words, the flying eagle who reacted also looked at Chen Xu with a hostile gaze.

"Unless you and your people intend to die with this land." Chen Xu did not care about the hostility between the falling rain and the flying eagle, but gave them some simple analysis.

"There are no bison there, or there are not many bison in the west, and Wapiti is just a wasteland for you, and you can't even grow your own crops."

"The reason why that piece of land is divided into your reservation is because that land has no value, but now everything has changed, that land is no longer wasteland, but precious wealth, because there is probably abundant oil underneath."

"So if you continue to insist on wanting that reservation, then Cornwall will always keep an eye on you, and even he will work with Favors, when war or massacre will be inevitable, and once the war starts, how many people do you think your tribe can survive?" Chen Xu mercilessly unveiled the cruelty of reality...

The flying eagle, who has always naively believed that the warriors among the Indians can fight the Union army, wanted to say something, but was directly stopped by the falling rain.

He understood that everything Chen Xu said could happen, but he didn't want to admit it.

Not even talk of war, as long as the other side continues to stop the supplies that the Union gave to their Indians.

Then they probably won't survive the next winter.

"But... Where do we leave that land? The rain lowered his eyes in frustration.

All Evelyn Miller on the side could do now was pat Falling Rain's shoulder to comfort him.

After all, matters involving the level of Cornwall and Favors are no longer something he can participate in.

"Sell your land, take a sum of money, and then go to the city, I can give you some work, let you survive by your own efforts, and even live a better life." Chen Xu said with a smile.

The Indian wapiti is indeed a valuable asset.

But for Chen Xu, it is actually far less important than he shows.

Because Chen Xu, who had been addicted to games in his previous life, clearly understood that the oil under this land was not as much as he imagined.

At first, oil production was gratifying, attracting a large number of investors and even workers.

But soon the oil production of Wapiti quickly decreased, 0.3 until it was exhausted.

And falling rain and flying eagles, these Indians are different.

This is a valuable asset. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

The umbrella security company, which is in charge of Milton, is growing day by day.

The number has expanded to nearly two hundred.

This is already a huge scale.

Part was responsible for the transport (smuggling) of alcohol in New Hanover and Lemoen, and even West Elizabeth.

Others are responsible for serving as local security forces.

Although it is still the largest shareholder.

And Milton was quite convinced by him.

But it is undeniable that he cannot completely grasp everything in detail.

Therefore, it is impossible for him to put all his manpower into the basket of the umbrella security company.

Falling rain and flying eagles, and their Indians, were his preparations.

He needs to support another force and balance with the umbrella security company.