Chapter 666 The Chinese Exclusion Act can be passed! (Please vote, please make a subscription!)

The yacht on the Potomac River shook slightly with the current, and the men on the deck were silent.

"Mr. Zhao, it's windy outside, so come into the cabin." Senator Davis finally broke the silence and stood up and walked into the cabin.

Xianfeng nodded and followed into the cabin, and then Xu Ji and O'Connor walked into the cabin together.

The lights in the cabin were dim and the smoke of the cigar was shrouded like a layer of gauze covering everyone's faces. Xu Jishe sat in the corner, holding a cup of unmoved coffee in his hand, with a slight brow. Governor McMurlen was pouring Weituji into the cup, and the sound of ice hitting the glass was so crisp and harsh.

"Let's just say it," Davis sat down, pounding his fingers on the table. "Southern Democrats do support your slavery clauses and the contents of protecting state power, but that's not enough." He paused, his eyes narrowed into a slit in the smoke, "It still needs enough donations'."

Xu Jizu's fingers suddenly tightened, and the coffee almost spilled out. He looked up at Xianfeng, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes. He began to corruption and abuse the law... No, is it corruption legislation? All the legislators take the lead in corruption, and can the law enforcement master still be the master Qingtian?

Xianfeng had been accustomed to it for a long time. He just took out a piece of folded paper from his inner bag and slowly unfolded it. "Washington Territory,

True Recruitment groups in Oregon and California have prepared $2.4 million in political funds...:::. Every senator from the Southern Slave State has $200,000."

Davis took the paper, glanced at it, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised. "Enough money...:.:" He turned to O'Connor, "The question is, is it possible to pass it in Congress?"

O'Connor is a Republican senator in California who was supported by the real delegation. "It's impossible." He said firmly, "The Republican Party will not support it, and some Democrats in the North will also oppose it."

"It's not okay to give money?" Xu Jizu couldn't help asking.

O'Connor smiled, "Money is a good thing, but the congressman cannot ignore public opinion... The public opinion in the north is more white than the south!"

He sipped a whiskey, "In the south, white men can let the niggers pick cotton with peace of mind; in the north, most whites don't want to see Chinese, blacks build railways with them or go to factories to work as workers."

Xu Jixin frowned even more: "Why is this?"

Xianfeng turned to him and his voice was calm: "The basic foundation of the Democratic Party in the southern United States is farmers. Farmers rely on the guns in their hands to control the place and make money on land. As long as these two things are in hand, there is no difference between using black slaves or using Chinese tenants."

Davis nodded and spit out a smoke ring: "There is no difference between using black slaves or Chinese laborers, and it will not affect our white supremacy thinking! The cost is about the same, and it may even be lower for Chinese people." He grinned, revealing his teeth stained with tobacco. "But it is different to use white laborers. Not only is it expensive, but we, the white masters in the south, are kind-hearted and shameful to white people who are like themselves to engage in lowly labor...::. This is the white supremacy of our southerners!"

O'Connor took over the conversation: "While the poor white people in the north have different ideas about white supremacy...::.\n. They are unwilling to engage in lowly labor like black and yellow people. This will not only lower the average salary, but also undermine their self-esteem. If they can't see a person of color in factories or construction sites, they can pretend to be doing a job that only white masters can do.

Unless they marry a Japanese wife like me, they still find gold with the help of the True Job Sect! In this way, they will regard East Asians as white."

He shrugged and said, "But there is not so much gold to dig in the northern states, nor is there so shortage of women. So no Republican or Democratic congressman in the northern state dares to support the state constitution of Washington state... Unless they don't want to be re-elected."

Xu Jizhu suddenly realized: It turned out that the American parliamentary master still cared about public opinion...:::. The greed is greed, but we must not ignore the public opinion, although this public opinion is a bit strange.

Governor McMullen smiled bitterly at this time: "Because of this, the state constitution of Washington cannot pass the House of Representatives vote..."

"Maybe there isn't any?" Xu Jishe asked.

Davis pressed the cigar extermination in the ashtray: "According to the U.S. Constitution, New South Wales joining the federal government requires a simple majority to pass the two houses, and the versions passed by both houses must be the same, and then signed by the president." He calculated, "Now there are 30 senators in the U.S. slave states, and 34 senators in the Free State, and you can still fight for it. But in the House of Representatives, there are 147 people in the Free State and only 90 people in the slave state. So the bill will not be passed!"

"Not only won't pass," O'Connor added, staring at Xianfeng, "and it may also trigger a wave of anti-Chinese in the Free State....\n. You know the poor white people in the north."

The cabin was silent for a moment. Xu Jixin felt a chill and climbed up his back. He looked at Xianfeng, but found that there was a faint smile on the corner of the cardinal's mouth.

"Will the Chinese Exclusion Act be passed?" Xianfeng asked suddenly.

Davis and O'Connor exchanged glances. "You have to add more money!" The two almost spoke in unison.

Governor McMullen added: "If it is to be ensured that the senators reject the Chinese Exclusion Act, all 30 senators in the southern slave states must vote against it, plus Senator O'Connor of California, Senator Thomas of Oregon, and Vice President Breckenridge."

Xianfeng nodded gently, picked up a cigar from the table, and cut it slowly. "It can allow the Chinese Exclusion Act to pass."

Xu Jishe suddenly stood up, the coffee cup was overturned on the table, and the brown liquid spread on the snow-white tablecloth. "Emperor...Bithful, you are..."

Xianfeng did not answer immediately, but focused on lighting the cigar, took a deep breath, and then vented a sip of smoke, and then said leisurely: "Makita, you are also familiar with "The Art of War". You should know that you will be thrown into the place of death and then survive, and then you will be killed and then live?"

O'Connor frowned: "What are you talking about?"

"We are talking," Xianfeng suddenly smiled. The smile made Xu Jishe believe that he had learned badly in the prison above. "Isn't it good to let the Chinese Exclusion Act pass? It's a chance to prove whether they should be ranked or not, and also a chance to prove their superiority to the white supremacists in the north... \n.:...Whoever wins makes sense! And now is the best time for us Chinese to prove ourselves!"

Xu Jixin, who was standing by, seemed not to understand Xianfeng's words, so he changed to Chinese and asked, "Why is it now?"

Xianfeng replied: "Because the current US president is a Democrat, he tends to hold slave states and support state power... :::. And in order to plan the 1860 election, he is willing to let Northern Republicans suffer failure in the Western Anti-China incident.

So, even if Congress passes the Chinese Exclusion Act, he will respect the state powers of California and Oregon.

And push the anti-China problem to states. In this way, the US federal army will not participate in the conflict in the west. The militias of each state cannot openly invade other states...:::. This will infringe on the fundamental interests of all white masters who control the local area! Therefore, the power to participate in the anti-China war in the western United States is limited."

After he finished speaking in Chinese, he repeated it in English.

"Bithelbow, you have seen through the underlying logic of American politics!" Senator Davis suddenly became extremely serious. "Money and public opinion are not as powerful as violence that is truly determined to be implemented!"

Xianfeng said coldly: "Senator, this underlying logic applies not only to us Chinese, but also to southern slave owners! The tool to defend your private property and state power is not the votes of less than two million white men in the south, but the guns in your hands and their determination to use weapons. Once you lose or have no determination to use weapons in the face of oppression in the north, you will sooner or later lose state power and rich farms!"

He paused, his tone became even colder: "Now, the president of the United States is a Pennsylvania Democrat who tends to be slave states, and the next president of the United States...:::. It is very likely to be a Northern Republican! I think you know exactly what this means?"

Davis's face was gloomy: "I know...:::. We will fight against the northern states united in the name of the Federation!"

The water vapor from the Hugley River mixed with the smell of sandalwood floated into Shi Dakai's tent.

Queen Lakshmi Bayi, who was covered in jewels, walked in and sat cross-legged on the Persian carpet. She didn't look like Shi Dakai's captive at all, but like the hostess in the military camp.

"His Royal Highness," she used very stiff Chinese, twisting a string of sandalwood beads with her fingers. "The woman of the Kshatriya caste never lie. I have already had a very perfect plan. As long as I can see the Prime Minister of Heaven, I will definitely convince him to support the cause of liberation of the Indian people."

Moore, who could understand Chinese, stared at this young woman with a very white skin, beautiful face, and a sense of superiority and self-confidence in her eyebrows.

Shi Dakai smiled bitterly at Moore and said in Chinese: "The Heavenly Master...:::. This queen does not regard herself as a prisoner of war at all.

She is still living in her dream."

"God...:::.Teacher?" Bayi looked at Moore who had just arrived and seemed a little surprised, "Is it Carl's Heavenly Master?"

"Have you heard of the Emperor Carl?" Bai Siwen stared at the diamond necklace hanging around the queen's neck without turning around.

"Of course!" Queen Jensi clapped her hands and pointed out to the big tent. Then Moore, Friedrich and Baisven saw more than twenty servants of the lower caste walking over with plates of gold, silver and jewelry. The queen then folded her hands and bowed to Moore, smiling and said in fluent English: "A little intention...::.\n. Give it to the Brahmins in heaven!"

"Look," Friedrich poked Moore, "There are people in London who say she is an Indian national hero, but in fact she is a high-ranking Turkish queen, even more luxurious than Queen Victoria."
Chapter completed!