Chapter 665 What? You Chinese are still willing to save black slaves? (Please vote, please book)

"Gentlemen, please here." Black's white gloves, the secretary of the Governor's House, drew an elegant arc in the air.

His ivory cane hit the gravel street, making a crisp clatter. Three Indian policemen in uniforms and turbans immediately waved the rattan to disperse the beggars who were surrounded by beggars.

Moore shook his head gently and muttered: "You can't see such a vicious policeman in China."

Bai Siwen covered his nose with a handkerchief embroidered with gold thread, frowned and said to Moore: "That's when you're late, if the Qing Dynasty was still there."

After the beggar who was begging for food was driven away by the Sikh police's rattan, two luxurious carriages drove to Moore, Friedrich and Baisven.

"Get on the car." Black smiled and waved to Moore and Friedrich. Immediately, two Indian servants from the attentive Governor's House stepped forward and took the suitcases in their hands and helped them to carry the luggage rack behind the carriage. However, no one came to serve Bai Siwen.

"Really, I'm a knight too!" Bai Siwen complained, and took his luggage onto the luggage rack by himself. Then he wanted to get into a car with Moore, Friedrich, and Blake, and there were only spaces in the car. However, a light-skinned and young Indian, wearing a suit, stopped him with a smirk, and then pointed to a carriage behind: "You can take this one."

"I don't even have the qualification to ride in the same car with Mr. Moore?" Bai Swen of course understood what this Indian meant - he was still not aware of racism for so many years in the UK?

But in England, he could still live in South Kensington, his two sons could join Eaton, and he was also named a knight and became a royal adviser. Where can he go? Why did he wait for Moore and Friedrich when he arrived in India?

"Sir, please take this one," the Indian San still smiled and pointed to the carriage behind him. "We'll all be the same together! I also received my education in the UK and passed the ICS exam!"

Speaking of being educated in the UK and passing the ICS exam, this Indian looked proud.

Bai Siwen wanted to fight again, but the carriage Moore and Friedrich were already on the way. He had no choice but to ask unhappy: "What's your name?"

Ask clearly and complain!

"My name is Satyadranat Tagore, from the Tagore family in Bangladesh." The young Indian official smiled and stretched out his right hand.

Although Bai Siwen did not know that the Tagore family in Bangladesh is the most supported Indian Brahmin family by the British and Indian authorities, he heard the tone of Satyadranat Tagore, and knew that this person must be the local "master" in India. So he also reached out to hold the Indian "master" and then smiled and said, "Bai Siwen, from the Qing Dynasty, lives in Britain and is a British knight."

After hearing Bai Siwen say that he has the "knight title", Satyadranat Tagore's expression of envy, jealousy and hatred flashed across his face, but soon he changed into a fake smile.

Bai Siwen and Tagore got on the carriage together, while the other Indians were not qualified to enter the carriage - they were "tickets" and were all hung outside the carriage. Obviously, Tagore still looked at Bai Siwen with a high glance and placed him and himself in a seat that was qualified to sit in the carriage.

In this way, the two carriages were speeding up on the dirty and messy streets of Kolkata. The carriage drove through a slum and slowed down. Moore saw an old woman cooking in front of the bamboo shed. The clay pot she used had cracked, and the fire was filled with choking blue smoke. The old woman's wrists were as thin as dead branches, and it was obvious that she had been malnourished for a long time. Behind her, several bare butt children were fighting for half a rotten mango.

"These people are untouchables," Black said casually, "in the eyes of their Indian compatriots." He seemed to see that Moore and Friedrich had some sympathy for the untouchables, and shook his head and said, "It's not worth it if you don't need to sympathize with them!"

"Not worth it? Why?" Moore said.

Black said in a cold tone: "Because they don't save themselves!"

When I turned a corner, the scene suddenly changed. A huge Western-style building built of white granite shone in the sun, and the door was neatly arranged with spherical plants. Indian guards in scarlet coats stood with guns, and the copper buttons were polished to a shiny one. The Indian Governor's Palace in Kolkata arrived.

When the iron gate of the Governor's Mansion slowly opened, twenty Sikh guards raised their guns to pay tribute at the same time. Each of them wore red headscarves. From a distance, they looked a bit like the Taiping Army from earlier, but when they walked closer, they knew that it was not the same thing at all.

Lord Canning waited under the Greek-style column, with the newly received Indian Star medal hanging on his chest. The Indian governor's white hair was meticulously combed, but Moore noticed his eyelids and two deep wrinkles on the corners of his mouth.

"Welcome to Kolkata, gentlemen." Canning's voice was a little hoarse and exhausted. It seemed that the work of killing Indians was quite hard. "I hope you have adapted to the Indian climate."

In the banquet hall, there are sterling silver tableware on the long table, and several different wine glasses are placed in front of each seat, each corresponding to a different wine. There are also many forks, ranging from oysters to desserts.

"This is Mr. Nathaniel Rothschild." Canning introduced to everyone, "The envoy of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, this one is"

"Moore, Friedrich, Svensen." Nathaniel smiled, "This world is so small, we actually met in India!"

Canning said: "So you know each other!" He said, "Now Mr. Moore is the British ambassador to North Korea and Japan. Mr. Friedrich is his personal assistant, and Mr. Bai is his translator."

"Moore, Friedrich, Svensen welcomes you to India!"

The person who spoke was Albert Sassoon, who was also a player in the last "Shanghai Financial War". After losing all his capital, he fled back to India. Unexpectedly, he has become a guest of honor in the Governor's Office of Kolkata.

"Nataniel, are you the envoy of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?" Friedrich asked, "I remember you seem to."

Nathaniel made a surrender gesture: "Surrender lost half of it. I am now coming to buy Indian food for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom."

"Buy India's food?" Moore said, "But isn't India experiencing famine?"

"But the grain prices in Kolkata are now pitifully low," Sassoon smiled. "Even if shipped to Tianjing, it is not expensive than the rice in China. If it is broken rice used as feed, it will be cheaper."

"It seems that India starved millions of people to death last year?" Friedrich's voice was deep, "and India has just experienced an unprecedented rebellion!"

Canning took the Havana cigar handed over by the waiter and took a sip: "The rebellion in 1857 was not because someone starved to death, but because we moved the inheritance of the princes and princes." He exhaled a smoke ring, "The biggest mistake of the East India Company was to try to change India's tradition for thousands of years."

Moore couldn't help but interrupt: "For example, forbidden to bury widows with burial?"

"That's it!" Canning's eyes suddenly lit up, "The Sati system is a sacred tradition of Hinduism. Yesterday, the Tu King of Jaipur just held a burial ceremony for his dead father, and seven wives and concubines voluntarily jumped into the fire. That scene, really, do you really know the Queen Zhansi who was caught by Prince Shi Dakai? This woman caused us great trouble! She was a widow. If we didn't prohibit the widow from burying her, she would have jumped into the fire long ago!"

Friedrich's hand was tightly clutching the napkin, "So you think that restoring the system of burning widows can consolidate British rule?"

"Dear sir, you don't know India." Canning smiled and shook his head. "The people here don't care who ruled them, they only care whether their caste system is respected. We have decided not to send high caste Indian soldiers to Myanmar - this will make them lose their character. We are also preparing to write to the Queen, asking her to crown her as the Queen of India and replace the Mughal position."

The two high-ranking Indian officials present immediately bowed their heads and saluted, with flattering smiles on their faces. Tagore, who was sitting in the same car with Bai Siwen, seemed to have a light on his face!

Just then, a Sikh guard hurried into the banquet hall, his steps were light and he made little noise on the carpet. He whispered a few words in Canning's ear, and the Governor's face immediately became serious.

"Gentlemen," Canning sorted out his gold-wire bow tie, "Let's go together to welcome the God of War in the East."

All the British and Indian officials in the hall, Nathaniel and Sassoon all stood up and faced the gate.

In the courtyard, the pine and torches illuminated every corner. Shi Dakai was wearing the latest blue and gray military uniform of the Taiping Army, with a medal awarded by the French on his chest, and a yellow silk ribbon unique to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and walked in quickly.

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At the same time, the sound of the whistle on the Potomac River alarmed a group of birds, flying from the oak woods of Davis Manor, flapping its wings across the water. Mrs. Davis shook the peacock feather fan and watched with interest as the Chinese guests picked up a piece of buttered bread with ivory chopsticks.

"How did Bishop Zhao use two 'pencils' to hold the bread?" she said with a smile, "Can you teach me?"

Xianfeng smiled slightly, turned his wrist gently, and the bread on the tip of the chopsticks was steadily put into his mouth. His old friend Senator Davis was wearing glasses and looking at the draft Washington State Constitution brought by McMullen.

"Oh God!" Senator Davis suddenly slapped the table, shaking the crystal cup jingled. He stared at Xianfeng with his eyes, "Biss Zhao, you, you actually wrote the slavery into the State Constitution of Washington? What do you want to do?"

Xianfeng smiled: "We also want to accumulate black slaves!"

Davis shook the "state constitution draft" on the dining table: "Stop messing around with the expenses of black slaves are much more expensive than Chinese immigrants, and they are lazy. They have to stare at you with white supervisors. Why are Chinese willing to save black slaves? Bishop, you should tell me the truth, what do you want to do?"

Xianfeng smiled and said, "We just want to get the treatment we deserve... have citizenship! Mr. Senator, can you let Southern Democrats support us with the slavery clause?"
Chapter completed!