The Brisbane Courier, published on March 19, 1889;

Mr. Criedman, the US diplomatic envoy who is about to set off to return to China to report his work, accepted an exclusive interview with our reporter in the luxurious suite of the Citigroup cruise ship "Philadelphia Star" in Beilun Port.

Mr. Criedman said solemnly;

This was a successful diplomatic trip. He had extensive contact with senior officials in Queensland, New South Wales and Victoria and exchanged views on issues of concern to each other. The talks were frank and friendly, leaving a beautiful impression on him.

Mr. Criedman repeatedly emphasized that during his mission to the Qing Dynasty, the hardworking, brave, simple and enthusiastic Chinese left a deep impression on him, and he cherished his friendship very much.

Here, he saw that overseas Chinese made important contributions to the construction of a new Australia. The US side affirmed and praised this and was willing to work with overseas Chinese to contribute to the prosperity of Australian society.

Speaking about the “malicious delivery of Australian hares”, Mr. Criedman said;

The Australian legal system originated from the UK and is the most efficient, open, fair and just legal system in the world. He called on Americans in Australia to respect local customs, abide by local laws, and make positive and positive contributions to promoting bilateral relations.

Mr. Criedman also expressed his willingness to see Chinese immigrants in Australia make more positive contributions in all aspects...

In a luxurious estate in Melbourne

"Despicable, shameless and obscene... This American country bumpkin who is full of lies deceived us, why didn't he go to hell?"

Garry Grant, chairman of the Royal Victoria Gold Mine Owners Association, was flipping through the newspaper while having breakfast leisurely. Suddenly, a mouthful of milk squirted out. He stood up in a mess and cursed with an extremely angry expression.

"Dear, what's wrong with you?" asked Mrs. Averia in surprise.

Garry Grant pointed at the newspaper with disgust and said with anger in his tone, "Look, we have suffered shameful betrayal."

Avelia picked up the newspaper and looked at it and her face changed, but she was not so intense. She raised her head and said calmly, "These American country bumpkins are indeed unreliable. My dear, don't tell me you have no plan."

Garry Grant was stunned for a moment when he heard this, his mood relaxed a lot. He turned around and sat down without saying a word. After the maid wiped the milk stains, he waved his hand to let them all go down. He obviously had important words to say to his wife alone.

The maid who exited casually covered the door, leaving room for the master's wife to talk alone.

"Dear madam, I have really thought about it carefully. What should we do when those hateful yellow-skinned monkeys spread like a tide and occupy Melbourne City Hall?"

Garry Grant seemed distracted and said in a heavy tone;

"From the comparison of strength between the north and the south, the fall of Australia seems inevitable.

The master of Red Fort has gathered huge strength, possessing countless wealth and ten times the size of our population. Moreover, Chinese immigrants are still coming like a tide, and the weight of the balance is increasing every day.

The only thing we rely on is London, and only London can redeem this pitiful overseas territory.

The question is whether we can support the reinforcements?

If Sydney's defense line can be held firmly, relying on its vast depth and strong belief, Victoria and New South Wales will fight tenaciously, and with the joint efforts of both sides, they will have great confidence that the situation will be maintained for a considerable period of time and will not collapse, and wait until the dawn of victory comes.

Unfortunately, everything was not what we wanted.

The owner of Red Fort is a tough and wise opponent. The July NSW midterm election was a breakthrough and a long-planned political conspiracy. After the approval of last year's Equity Act, I knew the situation was terrible.

The river bank's dam breaks brings surging floods, which cannot be saved by manpower.

Many people have seen this. People in the southern state, including Governor Jeff Bridges, have transferred their property and sent their wives and daughters out of Australia. Among them are former Governor Morgan McLaury and Speaker Sir Matthew Crowley. Of course, the messenger George Neville is also indispensable. They are all planning to place bets on both ends.

Now, we should think about it for ourselves.”

Avelia kept listening quietly and responding at the right time; "I'm listening, my dear, tell me what you plan."

Garry Grant said in a deep voice: "I have visited London, Paris, Vienna and New York last year. The last place I chose was New York, a prosperous metropolis with infinite possibilities in the future. The most important thing is... the upper class here is the world of the English, and we can easily integrate into it."

"New York? Oh...good, there are a lot of Irish poor people there, and in European society, Americans are generally regarded as rude country bumpkins. Can't we go to Paris? I love that beautiful city where we can buy a beautiful independent building."

"Madam, the French are not friendly to us."

"But I like Paris, I like Paris' elegant fashion, galleries that bring together world art, intoxicating French wines, perfumes, and famous French feasts. As for the little French jealousy, I don't think it's a problem."

"Madam, we can buy a big farm in the United States, covering an area of ​​hundreds of square kilometers, and there are more investment opportunities in the United States that can help our wealth grow steadily."

"Oh...Dear, that's even more not a problem."

Avelia stood up and turned around happily. The precious French dress on her body came from the authentic French court tailor shop in Red River Valley. It was worth £420. The beautiful folding lace skirt was inlaid with hundreds of broken diamonds, shining brightly in the sun.

She looked at Garley Grant with a charming expression and said, "The huge wealth is a burden for us. We can buy an ancient winery in Burgundy, France, build a castle on the sunny beach in the Mediterranean, and buy a luxurious residence in Paris. Children can receive authentic European aristocratic education, attend high-end drinks from time to time, and talk to world-famous artists. Isn't this kind of life much better than the country bumpkin New York?"

Mrs. Garry Grant, the chairman of the Royal Gold Mine Owners Association, has more than 7,000 mining workers and produces more than 200,000 ounces of gold every year, and he is not short of money at all.

Is it okay to solve something that can be solved with money?

Since both the wife and the children are willing to go to Paris, then go to Paris. I am willing to have money!

As for whether French artists will cuckold themselves, Garry Grant will not consider these boring issues. If the family adds a little more artistic blood, isn't it fragrant?

The couple wisely did not talk about London. The upper class in London is famous for its high threshold. That is not enough to be rich. No noble status is despised everywhere and regarded as a nouveau riche from a remote countryside.

"Dear, what will you do if my child and I leave?" Avelya asked, suppressing her inner joy, with a hint of worry on her face.

I have to say

This woman has the talent for acting, her fair little hand is placed on the back of Garry Grant's hand, and her big blue eyes are flashing at her husband, and she is about to cry.

"The matter is not that serious, and the Orientals will not come soon. We are just preparing for the worst. The Anglu Saxons are not so easy to conquer. Anyone who dares to extend his hand must be prepared to pay a heavy price." Garry Grant gently patted his wife's jade hand, a ruthless light flashed in his eyes, and said firmly;

“The Grant family has been operating in Victoria for more than 100 years. We will defend our traditional life with our blood and life and the wealth of our family. No one can take it away without my consent.

I will mobilize members of the Royal Gold Mine Owners Association, take out some assets to purchase weapons and equipment, and form an armed militia group. I believe that as long as there are enough bullets, 100 white people will be enough to deal with 1,000 Orientals.

May God bless

The weapons we prepared were useless. If the Red Fortress master had not been fooled by the vigilance, then nothing would have happened to capture the majesty of the British Empire."

"God bless, hope so." Avilia made a cross on her towering chest.

Her movement made Garry Grant put his attention back to his wife, and a burning light appeared in his eyes.

Middle-aged Avellia reveals the charm of a mature woman everywhere, with her fair goose neck towering breasts, which makes her look even more charming against the luxurious dress. The hint of worry arouses men's strong desire to protect, uh...and beastly nature.

Obviously, Avelia received her husband's eager gaze sensitively. She slapped Garry Grant in the arm with a coquettish accusation, as if she blamed him for thinking about these things when talking about serious issues.

She turned around and twisted her slender waist to the door, and a delicate jade hand was placed on the brass door handle, as if she was unable to unscrew it, and turned around and showed her pitiful gaze for help.

Well, this is a coquettish beauty who can very well grasp the psychology of men.

Garry Grant could no longer help but feel eager, and strode over and squeezed Averia by the door, stretching her hand into her dress, looking impatient.

"Moan" gasped

Averia's concave and delicate body seemed to lose weight, and she lay softly under the man's strong body like mud. The deep white gullies seemed to be covered with a layer of red clouds. She looked at Garri Grant with a blurry look and said, "Dear, don't be here..."

The more I say not to be here, the more I can't help the man's vigorous desire.

Garry Grant turned Averia over in a rough manner, forcing her to stick out her plump buttocks, and her posture was extremely ambiguous.

Averia turned around pitifully, and a pink arm pulled Garry Grant's chest and after he entered the wet muddy land, he bit his lips and moaned, begging, "Dear... I like Paris..."

"Okay, then go to Paris."

"Um...um...um..."
Chapter completed!