Chapter 33: Carter: Those Foreigners

Carter always felt that the most pitiful and tragic class in the world was the so-called middle class. Among them, the American middle class was especially so!

They were considered pitiful because anyone with a little understanding of America knew that almost all of the country's tax revenue came from the middle class. As for the real top elites, taxes? That was a joke.

Did you really think those top American billionaires hired teams of lawyers and financial advisors just for show? They had accountants on one side, lawyers on the other, and when they got together, it was like, "Hey! Look at this tax law, this provision, how we can avoid paying so much tax, can you do it?!" The accountant would reply, "Sure! Why not? It's simple, just watch me!"

Under the joint efforts of elite lawyers and accountants, the taxes of the elites were reduced again and again. And you couldn't do anything about it because, believe it or not, all their maneuvers were within the bounds of the law. They not only didn't evade taxes, sometimes the tax bill ended up showing that you owed them more.

They not only didn't pay, but they even managed to get money back from the Fed. So, where did the tax revenue come from if they didn't pay or paid very little? Answer: the middle class (the fat sheep).

The high taxes paid by the middle class not only supported government spending but also provided for those at the bottom, like those homeless people who received welfare. Did anyone really think that the elites, who didn't want to pay taxes, would support the homeless? Their welfare came from the national treasury, or to put it bluntly, it came from the middle class's hard-earned money, feeding the bottom rungs of society.

What was despicable was also them. Class stratification in the United States was very severe. Although it was difficult for the middle class to squeeze into the elite class, they always liked to distinguish themselves from the lower class by some strange methods.

To put it plainly, they found a sense of superiority over the lower class or other ethnic groups. America's discrimination problem wasn't just due to historical reasons, and the scope of discrimination wasn't limited to different ethnic groups. It existed between classes and even between the north and the south.

This was the background for Carter's bold cursing. If you cursed the elites to their faces, you might end up floating in the Hudson River by nightfall; if you cursed the homeless, they didn't care, they'd retaliate on the spot. What could you do? Nothing!

Only this group of middle-class people, you could curse them and it was just that. They didn't have the ability to throw you into the Hudson River to feed the crocodiles, nor did they have the courage to break the pot.

Was the family not warm enough, or were those luxury goods not appealing anymore?

After hearing Carter's vulgar street cursing, the so-called elites turned their heads, muttering that he had no manners or was a redneck, and then dispersed.

"You see? Let me tell you, these foreigners are all despicable. You can't indulge them. If you need to curse them, curse them; if you need to fight them, fight them. Only when they fear you will they respect you from the bottom of their hearts. Being humble and polite with them is just a waste of time!"

This was the first time Carter had behaved like a fishwife, but looking at his "achievements," he proudly boasted to Chen Shuzhen. Regardless of whether this behavior was ugly or not, it was effective! Carter never considered himself a gentleman; maintaining any decorum was pointless.

"So, think about what I just said. Look at them now, do you still think they're better than you? They're nothing but cowards."

"Haha."

Coming from Carter, a pure-blooded white, the phrase "these foreigners are all despicable" sounded amusing to Chen Shuzhen. Her lips curled up in a subtle smile, then quickly retracted. Unconsciously, her petite body leaned closer to Carter's.

Days spent playing with children were always relaxing. After visiting the Twin Towers, Carter took the two girls to the Statue of Liberty on Liberty Island, then to Times Square, bought them dresses, and a few Barbie dolls. Those leisurely days passed by quickly.

The next day, after dropping off Chen Shuzhen back in Chinatown, Carter went to Kiddle Corporation. Tomorrow would be the fourth day, and the stocks he held in his account could be sold. It was a matter of making money, and Carter couldn't afford to relax.

"Hey, Julian, I'm back. How's the situation now? Have all the stocks arrived? Has there been any change in the market?"

"We've almost raised enough. There are currently 1.87 million shares in your account, and the remaining 220,000 shares will arrive by tomorrow at the latest. Don't worry, the overall market situation hasn't changed much. Tomorrow, you can sell 30,000 shares of Vix and 20,000 shares of Hood."

Seeing Carter stride into the room, Julian smiled and pushed the cigarettes in front of him, indicating that everything was fine, and there was no need to worry.

"How have you been playing these past few days? Have you been attracted by the hustle and bustle of New York, planning to settle here in the future? With your assets, whether it's housing or education, I think changing cities for a living wouldn't be a big problem."

"Forget it, I don't want to live in New York permanently. It's good for making money here, but not for enjoying life. Oh, by the way, your car keys, thank you very much."