American Rhapsody

"Do you know? This is not a matter of just a few pennies, it is a principle!" Washington, who always showed a taciturn image, was emotional. "No taxation without representation. This is the basic principle written in the Magna Carta. The colonies have no representation in the Parliament of the British Empire, but they are taxed. This treats us as slaves and violates our rights. No! I never agree! I will fight to the death against the tyranny of the British Empire." Seeing Washington's righteous and awe-inspiring look, Gu Xiaolong felt funny. "I heard that you invested a large amount of money in the Virginia Company and planned to expand Mount Vernon. However, in 1763, the British Empire issued a decree prohibiting colonies from crossing the Appalachian Mountains and entering the west. As a result, all your investment was in vain?" Washington frowned, "Why did you mention this?" Looking at Washington's angry face, Gu Xiaolong silently complained: In fact, this is the real reason why you hate Britain, right? Talking about high-sounding principles, but only thinking about making money is the American way. He said leisurely: "Mr. Washington, what I want to say is that although there is no way to get land, there are still ways to make money, for example,..." "Like what?" Washington asked impatiently, "Don't tell me anything." "For example, you can join forces with the Indians in the fur smuggling business, and you can still make a lot of money." "Is it really okay?" It was a bright night at Mount Vernon, and Washington's rapid breathing could be heard clearly. "Of course." Gu Xiaolong's face turned serious, "But, I have a condition..."