A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

Due to his status, it was obviously impossible for Fords to go to the stock exchange to buy stocks openly.

So he and Henry reached an agreement in some way, using the foundation's funds to cover Henry's identity and earn income through investment to support the actions of the Labor Federation?

This keeps the money looking clean and their investments remain unrestricted even if the foundation ceases activities.

Although the foundation itself is not large in scale, it is just a channel through which Fortes can earn a large amount of money while leaving only a small part of the records on the books so that the investment returns will not arouse suspicion.

Silently, this guy who was tit-for-tat with capital actually used this method to earn a steady stream of activity funds for his activities... This also explains why he is not afraid that his federation will fall into a financial deficit after the strike... …

If so, the option of getting rid of Henry would be on the table, although it would still be a thankless task...

Levi swallowed and looked at Martha with eyes full of love, which made the latter feel at a loss.

"Have you told the team leader and Reese about this?"

"Hey, I haven't had time yet..." Martha said quickly.

"Okay, they will come back later and tell them that you found that the people recorded in the two ledgers are different... don't make any other speculations, they will understand."

"Okay, got it."

"I'm going out." Levi continued, "The new order hasn't been officially issued yet. It should still be free time now. I have something interesting and I have to go out..."

He planned to run away, avoid Reese and the others who would be back soon, investigate Harrison first, and then wait until the afternoon to go directly to see Fortes and Miss Angel. Otherwise, if the new order was to go to Levi, he could do other things immediately. No longer open.

"Hey, Levi, wait a minute!" But then Martha stopped him.

"I'm not done yet, I've discovered something else..." She said as she hurriedly picked up a book on the other side.

"This is?"

""Animal Encyclopedia", Mr. Cruise said I want to read this and refer to the animal's shape to transform during battle." Martha said.

"Then, after I saw your description of 'Angel', I wondered if there might be an animal corresponding to her characteristics... Then, although it was just a guess, I felt like this one was very similar!"

Levi was stunned for a moment, and then saw the page that Martha spread out.

There is a pencil sketch on it. It can be seen that the animal in the painting is a long bug with large jaws and strips of exoskeleton armor. It is just different from ordinary bugs. This bug has a straight insertion. On the ground, like some kind of plant growing out of the ground.

Hiss, no, that’s sand!

Levi was speechless, his eyes moved slowly and looked at Martha, like a rusty and jammed machine.

"I, it should be right, right?" Martha looked unconfident.

"No, no, you are simply..." Levi tried hard to choose his words, "You are simply amazing!"

……

"So you still don't plan to support me?" Fords looked directly at the person in front of him and frowned.

"Haha... I don't think you have a chance of success. BOI, police, hired gunmen, bounty hunters, any kind of people can break up your group of supporters and defeat them. Do you think they are really determined to such an extent? To the extent that if you don’t have freedom, you’d rather die?”

In the tavern, the conversation was naturally between Gompers and Fortes. This conversation had happened more than once. Both of them were responsible persons assigned to Lausanne by the All-Filipino Federation of Labor, but due to different ideas, they never met. Stopped arguing.

The result was the same every time, so that even before the conversation began, Fortes had a vague sense of the ending of the conversation.

"Besides, even if you successfully launch a strike, what will happen? One innocent worker after another is declared a subversive, so that the bullets of hired gunmen can be fired openly through their chests."

"And you, my friend, you can step on the corpses of these workers and continue to be promoted in the AFL as a leader and hero, right?" Gompers' words revealed sarcasm.

Fortus's voice became deeper and he said seriously: "Don't talk nonsense, Gompers, you should understand that I am always the one at the front."

"Because you are protected by an 'angel'?" Gompers was not speechless. Instead, he showed a smile and looked at Gray beside him.

The latter frowned, his brown eyes showing dissatisfaction.

"But forget it, I didn't come to you today to talk about this." Gompers looked away.

"Harrison also rejected my proposal, but I think he is just too confident in himself. I know you have his handle, and that is 'Ely the Butcher.' As long as he uses this matter as a bargaining chip, I think he will Agreed."

"Fortes, it's time to stop your childish ideas. As long as you get the chips, the Lausanne issue can be resolved peacefully. By then, those workers will be able to live ten times better than now without having to sacrifice their lives. The industrial union we are looking forward to can also be successfully established...Do you really want your childish ideas to ruin such a future?"

His voice echoed in the room, and the last half of his words had forgotten to be suppressed. I'm afraid it could be heard clearly even outside this room.

But Fortes just quietly ignored the proposal.

After a moment, he finally spoke.

"Peaceful settlement...it's you who are immature, Gompers."

"A future without blood as its cornerstone will never be stable."

"I don't think I'm a hero, or even a good person. The people Gray has killed so far, except those who deserve it, are entirely out of my will. After everything is over, I will surrender myself."

"But now, there is no way I can stop this war."

The smile on Gompers' face gradually solidified and he said, "You and Harrison are the same...why are you always so obsessed with solving everything now?"

"Because this doesn't solve everything, Gompers, at least not for us." Fortes said solemnly.

"We are just a group of primitive people drilling wood with sticks. Since the sages first taught us the secret of making fire a hundred years ago, we have been bending down to protect the weak fire under our bodies."

“We waited through the long cold nights, through the wind and the rain, through the hail and the frost and snow.”

"Until now, we finally found a sunny day where we could start a fire."