Grasp the farming script in the famous book

Bell Watling?

Roland was surprised: Shouldn't this guy be "doing business" in Atlanta?

But when she thought about it carefully, it suddenly sounded that this person had appeared in the streets of Uptown when she first came to New Orleans-but she was a little drunk at that time, so she couldn't remember clearly.

Looking back now, it should indeed be Bell Watling, who got off the carriage and was waiting for Rhett.

Roland was angry: Rhett is really a vagabond.

But what was Bell Vautrin looking for her for?

She comforted Pulissy who was depressed, and taught her basic "emotional intelligence", not to poke others' noses and accuse - not for the sake of politeness, but for fear that the other party will become angry and do something that is not good for her.

For example, now, Belle Watling puts on a posture to reveal all the "embarrassing things" about Scarlett Scarlett in Atlanta.

"Hello, the restaurant is not open. If you want to queue, please wait here, but please don't enter the restaurant during non-business hours."

Bell gave Roland a hard look.

Roland also took this opportunity to take a good look at this woman - she only knew that this woman's hair was definitely dyed before, but she didn't have a chance to meet her face to face.

Bell is indeed a pretty young woman, but the experience of these few years should have had a great impact on her health.Now, her facial features are still beautiful from a distance, but there are fine lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth - for which she has put on a fine powder in vain.

"I'm here today to book your restaurant like I did the night before yesterday, and let my girls and their guests come over to have some fun."

Roland: ... Private?Fun?

Roland was already imagining Yingyingyanyan crowded into a room in her small restaurant, as well as their benefactors...

She was going to refuse right away, using the excuse that she was not the owner of the restaurant, but just the chef.

But Bell was still asking: "I want a band, and I need to keep supplying hot food... By the way, I heard that you have a big temper, and you order the daily dishes by yourself-this is not possible, the menu you ordered , I want to see it first, maybe I can give you some advice..."

"Miss Bell, I'm sorry, my restaurant will not do this kind of business."

"I'll give you money."

Bell held up her handbag, a fine buffalo hide, also dyed the same color as her hair.

"Not even if you have money."

Roland smiled and refused.

"You look down on us?"

Bell frowned, staring at her.

"My restaurant receives a certain number of individual customers every day. It is never said that this restaurant is only open for some people and not for others."

Roland avoided Bell's question.

"Huh, you fake and noble woman. Why do you open this restaurant, isn't it for money?"

Bell glanced down at her hand—

Because of the daily work, cleaning and processing various ingredients, holding the kitchen knife and spatula tightly...the hands are thinly calloused, and they are no longer the hands of a noble lady.

"If you did come to my restaurant the night before, you'd know I don't open it for the money."

There is no one in this world who can speak as confidently as Roland - yesterday morning Roland just received a letter from a tea merchant: The "Dahongpao" produced by Tara really sold for a good price in London auction, and now even New York's Exchanges and tea merchants are also contacting him to find out how much Tara's tea garden can produce.

She's no longer short of money—she's opening restaurants to please herself by keeping others happy.

She finds her own satisfaction in helping others and the community recover from pain.

"So, really, it doesn't matter if you have money."

Roland thought to himself, if Sister Nanni and Tara's Sister had the same temperament, seeing him talking to Bell would be enough to throw a tantrum.

Not to mention having a horde of sex workers and patrons flocking to Mrs. Munro's dining room.

"Miss Scarlett," Bell sighed suddenly, "did you ever realize that you are not much nobler than us."

"indeed so."

Roland smiled and nodded.

She comes from the 22nd century, and she lives in a society where everyone is equal, regardless of skin color or occupation.

And the sense of morality is an internal restraint, unlike this face, it is used to brandish and judge others.

So even if Bell didn't believe it, Roland never thought that she would be more noble than a woman like Bell Vautrin.

"You're not from that class anymore."

Bell continued, "This war has caused you to fall from the status of a rich lady and a noble lady, you have lost most of your property, you were once poor... look at your restaurant again — it's a far cry from the fine dining restaurants in Uptown!"

"Miss Scarlett, please forgive me for calling you by your first name. Because Rhett always called you that."

"I hope you wake up, you are exactly like us now, you have a name called 'poor white man'!"

"'Poor whites'?"

Roland was startled, and then she laughed helplessly.

She never thought that she would hook up with this name.

Yes, in this plane where there are classes, white people are also divided into three, six, and nine classes.

Before the war started, the Hao family in Tara, the Wei family in Twelve Oaks, and the Han family in Atlanta...these families were all so-called "upper class whites" who owned houses, plantations, and black slaves.They regard themselves as "high society" and despise laborers, but parasitize on ordinary people and live a wealthy life.

Although the other group of people are also white, they have no assets, receive little education, and rely on selling their labor for a living from beginning to end.

Jonas Wilkes and Amy Slattery, who had taken Tara, were such; even Will Benting would be included in this class.

Tara's nanny used to call these people "white poor people," but a war had reshuffled the cards.

The former "high class" were washed down from the top of society, they lost their property and had to rely on their own labor to live, so they became "poor white people"-in Bell Vautrin's view, this People of this race are essentially the same as their white girls who sell their bodies to live.

Sure enough, Bell asked aggressively: "Why are you unwilling to accept the favors that we, people of the same class, give you?"

Roland sighed, and said, "Bell, I, my Prissy—and other people living in this house, we are still different from you and the girls under you. "

"What's the difference?"

Bell had a sullen expression on his face, with two long, thinly drawn eyebrows slantingly raised.

"At least I just put in my intelligence, physical strength and labor, and my body still belongs to me. I am still independent, and I still have the dignity that belongs to women."

Roland sighed, she didn't want to discuss this kind of issue with Bell.

The more complicated the social issues discussed in the plane, the easier it is to rise up, the less pleasing it is, and it may even be reminded by the plane maker "knocking on the small window".

Bell's eyes widened, staring at her fiercely.

"No, you don't understand."

"I saw a lot of young girls like you right after the war, with nothing but pride."

"But has this world given us any choice?"

"no!"

Bell answered directly himself.

"I've seen homeless girls being abused in the street, and I've seen humiliated girls kicked out of their homes—if I hadn't taken them in, they wouldn't have had a chance to survive."

"If you can't live, what dignity is there?"

Roland sighed, "It's because they didn't meet me."

Bell's sharp mouth was immediately blocked, and he couldn't speak half a word, so angry that his face and hair color were almost mixed together.

"Yes, I will not underestimate them because of their past encounters and experiences, but will lead them to stand up and work hard to create wealth instead of lying down to make money."

"But... I take care of these girls in every possible way. I let them choose their benefactors, give them rest days, and let them rest when they feel unwell..."

Bell forced himself to continue arguing with Roland.

"I want them too...to be able to live with dignity..."

Roland had no intention of arguing with Bell about this: this ancient profession has existed for a long time, if it is said that "existence is reasonable", then it naturally has its rationale, but...

"When it comes to physical discomfort, you'd better think about solving the occupational diseases of the girls first."

Bell was speechless for a moment, she really didn't expect Roland to speak so daringly.

Port cities have always been the places where occupational diseases of x workers are most likely to break out.The living environment here is not even as good as that in Atlanta, so Roland kindly mentioned Bell.

Bell blushed, knowing that the woman on the opposite side knew everything, not the rich ladies and noble ladies she knew before, who grew up in a greenhouse and did not eat the smoke and fire of the world.

"never mind!"

Bell showed the expression of "feeding the dog with good intentions".

"I'm only here to help you with your business."

"Since you don't appreciate it, forget it."

Roland secretly breathed a sigh of relief: he finally turned down a bad deal.

"By the way, I'm afraid you don't even know it yourself!"

Before Bell left, he didn't forget to ridicule Roland.

"The reason why you were able to gain a foothold in New Orleans so quickly - it's all because of him secretly helping you."

"In the final analysis, you are still relying on men. You earn money standing up and lying down. If you don't have Ruide, you are nothing."

"What are you talking about?"

Roland frowned.

Her expression made Bell proud, and felt that he had poked Roland's sore foot.

"What does Rhett have to do with this?"

Roland asked.

"Haha, my Miss Scarlett, you are so naive! You think you are so successful in New Orleans, but you are really capable and capable?"

"It's all because of Rhett!"

Even if Bell wanted to leave now, Roland couldn't just let her go.

"Come, come, tell me, what did Rhett do?"

"What? Don't say it?" Roland looked at Bell.Obviously Bell didn't intend to reveal this at first, and now he is a little regretful.

"I poked your heart just now, and now you are going to poke my lungs too! Come on, tell me, can you tell? What did Rhett do? Without him, can I accomplish nothing?"

The more Bell hesitated, the more Roland stimulated her.

So the red-haired woman told her exactly what Rhett had done.

According to Bell, the tea merchant was selected by Rhett from the multinational tea merchants in Louisiana, and he also specially invited high-ranking officials like Glenson to visit and speak good words for Tara.

Otherwise, there is no way to negotiate the cooperation with the tea merchant easily.

This restaurant is even worse.

When Roland first looked for a house to live in, the real estate agent who brought her to introduce her to the landlady was Rhett's "children".It was Ruide who had taken a fancy to this small restaurant located at the junction of the upper and lower cities, which had not been open for a long time.

That's why the real estate agent lured Roland there, and the landlady asked her to use the restaurant's kitchen.

Even the blues band that played in the taverns in the upper city would volunteer to play in the small restaurants at the junction of the two districts, and it was Rhett who asked behind his back.

Otherwise, if they had a good stay in the upper city, why would they come here to perform?

Didn't you see that she liked it the first time you took her to the tavern, so you tried to please her?

Roland lowered his head and bit his lip, feeling a little uncomfortable - she had to admit that Rhett had calculated everything correctly.

He knew that she would never be idle, would be full of ambition to cook, would come up with some new tricks, and make the business flourish.

So he just quietly behind the scenes and arranged everything for her.

"How about it?"

After Bell finished speaking, he looked at Roland proudly.

"He's been blocking me all this time, not letting me tell you—all for your poor and ridiculous self-esteem!"

But Roland was born not to be stimulated by others.

When she just heard about it, the loss and unwillingness in her heart were particularly obvious. She felt as if she had been fooled, as if her efforts and her success were all fake.

But, think about it:

If Tara never made "Da Hong Pao", would it be useful for Rhett to contact the tea merchant for her?

Although Ruide has done some planning in advance, if she knows nothing about tea and scarce product marketing, can she really impress that tea merchant?

Besides this small restaurant—even if Ruide really helped her find such an excellent restaurant location as she once revealed when she was drunk, if she was lazy and greedy, or knew nothing about cooking, Can Ruide still come and cook for her?

Thinking of this, Roland concluded in his heart: Rhett has provided sufficient conditions for her business development, but she herself is the necessary condition for these successes.

Thinking of this, Roland was completely relieved. She raised her head and said to Bell with a smile:

"Since you care so much about Mr. Brad, you must be able to see him and be with him from time to time?"

"Then please tell me that without Rhett, I am myself."

Bell was proud just now, but now his face changed with anger, and his body trembled slightly:

"You don't know what to do, a woman..."

"I, I just can't get angry!"

"Rhett has never been...not mine!"

"He'll take care of us poor souls like a friend, reach out and give us a little bit of help."

"But he has always been aloof and a figure to look up to."

Tears welled up in Bell's eyes, "It is difficult and difficult to get close to him and make him feel a little tender."

Roland opened his eyes curiously, as if he was listening to someone else's gossip.

But at the same time, something in her heart seemed to relax a little: oh, it turns out that he is not a random person.

"I followed him to New Orleans and realized he was here because of you."

"I'm just annoyed that he has done so much for you in silence, yet you just said lightly, 'Without Rhett, I'm still myself'."

Roland ignored Bell's complaints.

She stood there frowning for a long time, and it seemed that Rhett's voice sounded in her ear:

"Tara is too small to trap you—you'll have to get out of there one day."

Yes, he did what he said, and he really helped Scarlett get out of Tara.

If she could see Rhett again one day, Roland thought: She should thank Rhett instead of Scarlett Scarlett.

So Roland suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Bell: "Just tell him that! He will understand what I mean."

If eyes could kill, then Bell's eyes were really killing Roland.

However, she probably thought that this sentence could make Ruide give up, so she nodded, gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I will definitely bring your words to you."

At ten o'clock the next morning, Roland carried a basket as usual, took Pulissy with him, and went out to buy groceries.

She came to the door of the small restaurant and took a look: "Oh, I really brought the words."

Prissy was completely puzzled, and stretched out her hand to scratch her head—until she turned her head and saw the person standing in front of the restaurant. The little black girl grinned and said with a silly smile: "Mr. Bai!"

Yes, there was a tall, broad-shouldered man standing in front of the restaurant door with the little blackboard in his hand.

When he saw Roland coming, he smiled brightly, and hung the blackboard on the door of the restaurant, with a big duck egg drawn on it: "0".

Roland: ...?

Did this guy decide to close the restaurant today instead of her?

Rhett took out a one-dollar coin from his pocket and handed it to Prissy: "Girl, take it. Go buy something to eat at noon. I have a date with your Miss Scarlett today."

Prissy's eyes lit up when he got the coin, he nodded knowingly, then turned and slipped away.

Roland: This...

But Rhett looked up and down the old clothes and sandals she was wearing, nodded and said, "It's okay."

He stretched out his strong arms and gently wrapped her around her waist, making her follow him involuntarily.

In fact, she didn't know where he would take her.

But she couldn't help feeling a little flustered as she watched him lead herself to the District Office building in New Orleans—

This person finally arranged for him to run a small restaurant, now he doesn't want to take it back, does he?And what about Mrs. Munro and Sister Nannie? ... She was just thinking wildly all the way.

Unexpectedly, Ruide took her directly into an office of the Bureau Building, and said to the clerk inside: "This lady wants to go hunting with me, please give her a hunting license with a shotgun."