章節 33: 33. Montero needs to die
"After all the surplus labor value has been completely exploited, what should we do if we still have no money? Then send your daughter here."
"It's called charity, but they still have to thank him."
"This way they will become poor, always poor, getting poorer and poorer, and will always be Montero's servants, and can only serve him forever!"
"In other words, he doesn't want more money, he wants gap, he wants class."
"Montero wants to solidify the class system forever, just like the pharaohs of ancient Egypt, stepping on the people forever and ever!"
Ah this...
Old Zorro looked at Rowan in shock.
He was very wise and had rich life experience, but due to the limitations of the 19-th century, he was far from having such mature insights.
He seemed to understand but not quite, and found it incredible. He couldn't understand how Rowan understood all this.
But that's not important.
He cared more about one thing: what Rowan said was probably indeed Montero's pursuit.
Old Zorro initially thought Montero came back to make money.
He didn't expect that after not seeing each other for 20 years, his old enemy's thinking had been upgraded. He had jumped to a new level and started to challenge himself and try more advanced things.
Even more hateful!
If it was originally just for revenge, now old Zorro has a new reason.
And this reason was consolidated the next day.
The next day, they followed Montero to the mine.
Montero said in high spirits "Gentlemen, welcome to my golden country!"
Golden Country?
Rowan and Old Zorro looked at the numb miners and were shocked.
What they saw was not the Golden Country, but a meat grinder that cooked human materials!
Every grain of gold is stained with the workers' blood!
And these will become the huge mountains weighing on the heads of the lower classes in the future!
Montero wants to squeeze every last drop of blood out of the person. He wants to eat the person clean, including skin, flesh and bones!
How can there be people in this world who are more evil than the devil?!
What does he think of life?!
What does he take people for?!
Montero must die!
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A treasure house that hides countless gold bricks.
A rough count revealed that the volume of the gold pile was as big as a carriage, and its radiant golden light was dazzling.
The visual effect of so much gold placed together is amazing.
The nobles were amazed and fascinated. Even though Rowan knew that this was just a dream copy, it took him a second to pull his eyes away.
Rowan took a deep breath and thought to himself that it was no wonder that so many great figures in history had given in to their own desires.
Maybe you are wise and brave enough when you are young, but as you grow older, you will inevitably fall in the end.
Living a life of luxury and extravagance may seem vulgar, but the temptation is really too great.
End the plot, End the plot...
Rowan drove away all distracting thoughts and looked at Montero who was looking proud "Mr. Montero, these are golds excavated in California. In theory, they should still belong to the Mexican dictator Santa Anna, right?
"You are right."
Montero gave Rowan an approving Iook "This gold belongs to Saint Anna. Fortunately, he doesn't know it now."
"There's a Spanish seal on the gold brick, so he'll think it's from Spain. So now you understand my trump card, right?"
The nobles nodded repeatedly.
Montero liked their appearance and smiled and said, "In two days, we will use the gold from Santa Anna's land to buy his land from Santa Anna - California."
"Then, we will build our kingdom on it, and we will dominate our future!"
Clap! Clap!
The nobles applauded.
The impromptu speech did not last long, and the group left the treasure cave.
Rowan's eyes once again swept over the workers who were obviously just children or old men.
He couldn't help asking, "Where did you find these workers?"
"Workers? Why are you looking for them?"
Montero patted Rowan on the shoulder and said meaningfully "It's everywhere here."
Rowan nodded and said "...your wisdom astounds me."
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Back at Zorro's secret base, the two discussed the plan.
Old Zorro said "The carriage is completely enclosed. Montero doesn't want us to know. We have to find a way to find the location of the gold mine..."
"Knowing where the gold mine is, then what?"
Rowan interrupted his old father-in-law "Now that we know what Montero's plan is, why can't we be more direct?"
"Rather than beating around the bush, killing Montero directly... wouldn't that be more straightforward?"
"It's more straightforward."
Old Zorro first acknowledged Rowan's idea, then shook his head and said, "But this is not Zorro."
"Montero has unleashed a demon."
"Even if he is killed, there will be other nobles who will implement this idea."
"A thought cannot be killed; it can only be destroyed by another thought."
"Zorro is not an assassin. He can't kill all the nobles. This is not what the people need"
"What Zorro has to do is to awaken the people, to untie the shackles that the nobles who think they are the royal family have put on the people's necks, and to make the people awaken their own thoughts."
"So we're going to destroy that gold mine."
Old Zorro taught earnestly.
With reference to some historical mat erials, Rowan somewhat understood his approach.
Rowan asked, "How are we going to accommodate those workers?"
Old Zorro mixed and said "I have a way, but I want to see yours. Rowan, you are Zorro, aren't you."
"My way..."
Rowan thought about it and muttered to himself 'If I use my method, the color of North America will change.'
It is likely that after the North-South battle, there will be another East-West battle.
These days, the most developed part of the United States is still the East Coast, with New York as the center. The West Coast, where Los Angeles and San Francisco are located, is not highly developed, and attention has not yet been focused on this area.
If we seize this opportunity, we might have a chance to create something big.
The North and the South can fight, but they can't rely on anything.
Those stinky Yankees and old Dixie should be careful and learn what it means to have fun on the West Coast!
However, Rowan was not very interested and just proposed a conventional plan.
Old Zorro nodded without commenting and returned to the previous topic "Just as we said, you will steal the map of the goId mine."
Rowan said "Mr. Don Diego....., before that, I think there are more important thin gs to do."
Old Zorro was puzzled "What?"
Rowan said, "Elena...you should meet Elena in private."
Elena, my daughter...
Old Zorro's eyes were dazed.
He was silent for a while and turned around "You arrange it."
Not to mention the warmth and touching meeting between father and daughter.
Night.
In the former Governor's Palace, Montero and several of his confidants gathered together.
Several people sat around the table.
Montero looked up at the map of California illuminated by an oil lamp.
The light of the oil lamp flickered slightly, and the fire seemed to be reflected in his eyes, like candlelight and like burning am bition.
He squinted his eyes in intoxication, and after a long while he said, "Saint Anna has agreed to our plan. The transaction will be held five kilometers outside the city."
"Captain Harrison."
Montero looked at the handsome Spanish officer and asked, "Is the plan ready?"
Captain Harrison said confidently "It's all planned. It will be safe all the way. There won't be any problems with the gold."
"Well done, Harrison."
Montero raised his glass "To the independent state of California."
"To the independent state of California."
Everyone else followed suit and raised their glasses.
After drinking for a while, the atmosphere gradually relaxed.
Someone quipped "Harrison, why are you staring at Rowan? Do you like men?"
"I don't like this joke."
Captain Harrison's face darkened a little "I stared at him because his eyes are unique."
"The Kamba clan of central Peru believed that eating an enemy's organs would give them their strength."
"Of all organs, eyes are the most precious. It is said that eating them will allow them to see through the souls of their enemies... Speaking of eyes, I just happened to have a jar of wine that I would like you to taste."
The Spanish officer made a gesture. The waiter brought up a glass jar with great effort.
"Is this... a human head?!"
Someone screamed
Under the light, there was a human head in the glass tank!
Ignoring the different looks from the crowd, the Spanish officer looked into the black eyes of the head and asked, "Would you like a drink?"
"No."
Everyone shook their heads.
Montero also said "Your hobby is a bit too unique... What do you want to say?"
He didn't believe that Captain Harrison did this just to show off his unique hobby.
No one except perverts would exhibit it publicly.
Captain Harrison did have a purpose "Mr. Montero, gentlemen, don't you think their eyes are very similar? I once chased a pair of horse thieves. This is the elder brother, and the younger brother is missing."
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