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Hearing Wang Xuance's words, Dorothea remembered that when she was before, she talked about her thoughts with a guy, but she was still ridiculed.

Her face was full of unhappiness: "Those men always feel that they are right, but in fact, they cannot always be right, and our strength will definitely become stronger."

"Do you think women, like men, have the right to decide the future?" Dorothea continued to ask Wang Xuance, his tone full of expectations.

When Wang Xuance thought of his future generations, he nodded: "Of course, but I don't think this country can do it, because the people in this country are full of arrogance and arrogance, and they will never learn to listen to other people's opinions."

"Yes, oh my god, those damn men, they will never listen to the women's opinions." Mrs. Wicklow was filled with resentment when she mentioned this.

Her husband is such a person, so she divorced him a long time ago. Until now, she is still alone and has been striving to give women the right to fight.

Even if men think she is a lunatic, many women also regard her as a lunatic, which makes her feel very uncomfortable.

"And those women, if they can support me, our women's liberation career will definitely take a big step forward. If everyone is like Miss Vivian, we will definitely go smoothly."

Mrs. Wicklow said in a low voice, then turned to look at Wang Xuance, as if she wanted him to express some words to support him.

Although Wang Xuance respects people who fight for women's rights, it does not mean that he will support them. Moreover, such things require women's own awakening.

At most, he would give some financial support, but it would be difficult if he wanted to speak out.

"Vivian may be an independent awakened woman, but she will never become a pioneer in women's rights. Mrs. Wicklow, you also know that the danger of such things is too high."

Wang Xuance told Mrs. Wicklow this sentence very bluntly. Mrs. Wicklow also knew that the dangers she was doing were actually very high, but for the sake of women's rights, she didn't mind sacrificing herself.

But she had no right to ask others to sacrifice herself to do this, so she could only speak out.

Wang Xuance admired Mrs. Wicklow very much, but as he said, no one could ask others to sacrifice themselves for her ideals.

Moreover, Vivian is not here, and no one is qualified to make decisions for her.

The fireworks in the sky gradually became fewer, and those who reached the cooperation agreed to discuss specific things in a new time, and the banquet slowly ended in the hustle and bustle.

Wang Xuance glanced at him and did not notice Daqi and the others. He looked at the balcony. Bronte, who was originally drinking there, disappeared.

After thinking about it, my purpose of coming to the banquet was almost the same, but I was unable to discuss my thoughts with Evelyn. It was a pity, but it didn't matter.

Because Evelyn Miller has been running for the Indians for a long time, if you want to contact him, you can use Luoyu and others. Luoyu and they were able to enter the banquet before, which is also because of Evelyn's recommendation.

Leaving from the main entrance, Wang Xuance returned to his home along the street.

There was nothing to say all night. The next day, Wang Xuance walked out. Today was a good weather, with clear sky and sunshine shining out from the mist of the morning. In addition, as autumn approached, the trees at the end of the street gradually turned yellow.

After saying hello to the black man who was cleaning the streets, Wang Xuance prepared to go to the black market in Saint Dennis, where there were often some good things.

When I came outside the black market, I saw a monk begging people, hoping to get some help.

Although he is not interested in Christianity, Wang Xuance still has a good impression of such as monks, because they are really practicing to persuade people to be good and doing good.

No one would dislike a kind person, and Wang Xuance also liked him very much.

"I hope my money can give some small help to some people in need." Wang Xuance said, taking out five dollars and putting it into the pottery bowl in the monk's hand.

The monk did not expect that someone would give him five dollars in a slum. Although it was not actually for him, he would give him to those who needed help.

The monk looked at Wang Xuance: "Sir, I hope you will be safe all your life."

Wang Xuance smiled and said, "Thank you for your blessings, sir."

Although Wang Xuance had a good impression of ascetics like monks, he did not like to contact Christianity, so he did not wait for the monks to say anything and walked into the alley directly.

The black market in Saint Denis is here. The black market is a two-story building. The second floor is a place where the black market owners rest. Some vases are placed on the first floor.

But even ordinary people can tell at a glance that these vases were just burned recently and are not worth anything at all.

When I walked into the shop in the black market, I was on duty today that I didn’t know.

He knocked on the table of the guy who was distracted: "Boy, where is your boss?"

The guy was stunned. Looking at the well-dressed gentleman in front of him, he quickly walked out of the counter: "Sir, I don't know where the boss has gone. They just asked me to see the store."

"Sir, what do you need? We have it here, whether it is bang, dong, or snap, we have it here."

It can be seen that this guy really wants to sell his stuff. He also knows that those who can come here know what the store does, so he didn't hesitate and asked directly what the customer wanted.

Wang Xuance looked around and saw a bookshelves in a small room with some friction marks under the bookshelf. It was obvious that the purpose of this bookshelves was not just to hold books.

Although Wang Xuance saw that there must be a basement below, and this basement is often used by people, these have nothing to do with him, so he spoke directly.

"I want to know if there are any antiques recently. I only have antiques from the Qing Dynasty. Do you understand? I had agreed with Carney Sorenson before that he would buy some from other places recently and sell them to me."

When the guy heard the name of Carney Sorenson, he understood that this was the big customer of this store. The boss had told him before that he should treat him well.

So the young man took out a set of porcelain plates from under the table and placed them carefully on the table: "Sir, this should be what you are talking about, this one was transported from Washington recently."

Wang Xuance approached the table and saw a porcelain plate with scarlet Donnelly singing birds on the table.

He sat on the chair and tapped the table with his fingers. He might not recognize other birds, but as long as he observes more, he can always see things like Donnelly's songbirds easily.

This kind of bird can always be seen in several nearby states as long as they enter the wilderness.

"Are you sure it's this porcelain plate?" Wang Xuance glanced at the young man, then looked at the porcelain plate, and asked speechlessly.

The guy also felt that Wang Xuance's attitude was a bit problematic, but the boss was talking about this, so he said with certainty: "It's this, sir, the boss told him specifically at that time."

"Okay, there's nothing to do with you. I'll look for him if I have something to do." Wang Xuance didn't know if the boss was deceived, or if the boss just wanted to deceive himself.

But this doesn't matter. As long as you talk to him at that time, you will know everything.

Although Wang Xuance rarely deals with guys from the Saint-Denis black market, he still knows that they are all under Brontë's men. The Van der Linder gang has arrived in St. Denis, and Brontë can't live long.

Just as Wang Xuance was about to leave, he saw someone walking in outside. Wang Xuance didn't want to pay attention, but he didn't expect that the person opposite him would say hello to him first.

Wang Xuance came to his senses and saw a middle-aged man wearing a cowboy hat and a yellow jacket walking in.

"Oh, Jason, what are you doing here?" Arthur did not expect to see Wang Xuance in the black market. Because he had seen Wang Xuance appear at the mayor's banquet before, he subconsciously thought that Wang Xuance would not have anything to do with the black market.

Wang Xuance did not expect that he saw Arthur and the others at the banquet yesterday. Today they should go to St. Dennis to find other opportunities.

"Arthur, are you here to buy something?" Wang Xuance greeted Arthur, then turned to look at the black market guy.

The black market guy also understood and immediately walked up and said, "Sir, what are you going to buy? No matter what it is, we can buy it here."

Arthur looked at the guys in the black market, then looked at Wang Xuance: "Jason, are you very familiar with them?"

Wang Xuance was a little curious about why Arthur said that, but he was really not familiar with them, so he shook his head: "No, I just have some deals with the boss."

Arthur then felt relieved: "When I was passing outside just now, I heard a monk say that there was some human trafficking here, so I came in and took a look."

"Tradering humans?" Wang Xuance was not surprised when he heard this news. This black market was run by Bronte's people, and Bronte's trafficking humans is also something that many people know, so it is reasonable.

"Yes, but I don't really believe it, because this was 1899, almost the 20th century, and human trafficking is outrageous." Arthur said, looking at the guy, "Boy, do you know what human trafficking is here?"
Chapter completed!