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The next morning, Zhu Wencong stayed in his estate in Des Moines to work, which was said to have originally been owned by a Frenchman.

However, none of that mattered, for when Zhu Wencong left, he would transform it into an Eastern-style mansion.

Having an estate in each capital city of the states was also a fine investment plan.

"Boss, you're finally back!" Makuka came over with a beaming smile.

Zhu Wencong looked at the mixed Indigenous person in front of him; the man had changed a lot in just over a month.

He had started off thin and frail, but now he was beginning to sport a little belly and even had a suit tailor-made.

He still had the features of an Indigenous person, but from a distance, there wasn't much difference between him and White people.

At this time, Indigenous people weren't even considered human; they were prey that could be hunted, and no one cared about their life or death.