Chapter 670 ?The United States wins again! ?(Please order, please vote)

The crystal candle chandeliers in the East Hall of the White House illuminate the entire room. President Buchanan sat behind the mahogany desk.

On the table was a copy of the Chinese Exclusion Act, which had just been sent from Congress. A quill was placed beside the ink box.

Senate Interim Speaker Jesse Bright, standing on the president's left, holding a Bible in his right hand. House Speaker William Pennington stood on his right hand with a voting record in his hand. Behind them were the leaders of the bipartisan, Stephen, of the Democratic Party.

Douglas and Republican Thaddeus Stevens.

"Gentlemen, please give it." Horace Greeley of the New York Tribune squeezed into the front row, his notebook was already opened. He followed a reporter from the Baltimore Sun, as if a camera like a wooden box was mounted on a tripod, and was about to record this important moment,

President Buchanan lifted his swollen eyelids and glanced at the room full of politicians and journalists. His eyes finally fell on former California Governor John Bigler in the corner. The old politician with a walrus beard looked extremely excited. After the "Anti-Chinese Act" was passed, he resigned from his position as Minister to Chile and was preparing to return to California to lead Anti-Chinese.:::

"Today," Buchanan's voice suddenly rose, "We have witnessed one of the greatest triumphs in the history of the United States of America!" He grabbed the quill and dipped it in the ink bottle, "This is the victory of white American laborers! This is the victory of liberal democracy! This is...::.. This is the victory of Anglo-Saxon civilization!"

The US president suddenly completed the signature and then put down the quill in his hand. The applause rang out like thunder, and Democratic leader Douglas even took the lead in kicking his feet, shaking the portrait of President Washington on the wall trembled slightly.

Greeley, a famous journalist from New York, recorded and suddenly raised his hand: "Mr. President! Article 1 of the Chinese Exclusion Act prohibits Chinese workers from entering the country. How is the federal government ready to implement it?"

The room was quiet. Buchanan showed a unique smile from a politician: "Dear Mr. Greeley, immigration management is a sacred state power. The federal government is only responsible for approving the bill and implementing it specifically...::.:" He turned to Bigler, "I am afraid it depends on the patriotic enthusiasm of the states."

Bigler took a step forward as if he heard the starting gun: "I have resigned from his position as Minister to Chile!" His voice was hoarse like sandpaper friction, "I will set off for California next week. As long as the California militia takes action, San Francisco Port will not put a Chinese board on the dock!"

The applause broke out again. Buchanan took the opportunity to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead. This old guy's enthusiasm was a bit too high. Should he really play or just want to borrow money from anti-Chinese?

Withdrawing his doubts, the President continued, "This reflects our great principle of state power! America wins again!" He suddenly took out a roll of documents tied with blue ribbons from the drawer, "By the way, I will announce that I will appoint Mr. William H. Wallace as the new governor of the Washington Territory."

Stevens' cane suddenly pounded heavily on the floor. The radical Republican narrowed his eyes and said, "Wallace? The Whig who was very active in the Oregon State-building event?"

"That's right." Buchanan untied the ribbon and the documents unfolded, "He is fully responsible for the anti-Chinese affairs of the Washington Territory. Believe me, gentlemen, this will be another victory for the United States!"

A reporter from the New York Herald suddenly interrupted: "Mr. President, Article 2 of the bill prohibits Chinese naturalized citizens, but hasn't the Naturalization Act of 1789 already stipulated that the right to naturalization is limited to "free whites"?"

"Yes," the US president nodded, "The US's citizenship is exclusive to white people. ::::. But the 1790 Naturalization Act has unclear definition of white people. How white people need to be considered white? Some Chinese people are also very white, even whiter than white people from Europe. Are they considered white? Now with the Chinese Exclusion Act.\n.:...\n. As long as they come from China and their skin is white, they do not meet the definition of "free white people" in the Naturalization Act of 1790."

Buchanan paused and said, "Of course, the specific execution is still in the state court." He turned to Greeley and blinked,

"It's the victory of the throne again, isn't it?"

Douglas suddenly cleared his throat: "The third article allows states to restrict Chinese people from purchasing land..." He looked at Stevens with some meaning, "What is Pennsylvania going to do?"

The Republican leader sneered: "It depends on the Pennsylvania parliament, courts and state government. But remember...:::. We oppose Chinese because of their moral deterioration, not because of their skin color. If they were as hardworking, honest and moderate as black people, Republicans would never vote to agree to the Chinese Exclusion Act!"

Waiting for the Republican leader to express his opinion, one by one, does not mean a blackmail!

Buchanan raised the signed bill at this time and asked the reporters to take photos. In the white smoke of magnesium powder, he warned the reporter to record it quickly in his notebook. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the headlines of major newspapers on the East Coast of the United States should be published in the historic moment of the president signing the "Anti-Chinese Act".

"Gentlemen," Buchanan finally raised his voice, "Don't forget the focus of the report. Today, under my leadership, freedom defeated slavery! Democracy defeated autocracy! America won again!"

The late autumn on Changdao was covered with sea breeze, and the withered yellow sycamore leaves were spinning beside Xianfeng's leather boots. He stood under the eaves of the corridor with his sleeves cage.

In the yard, Sushun was directing his family and Japanese maids to carry the carved wardrobe onto the carriage, and Linshu held the account book to count the sandalwood boxes, one of which was transported to Panama.

The sound of horse hooves went from far to near, and Senator O'Connor turned into the manor with a rich gold. Chiyoko lifted the curtain of the brocade car, revealing half of her pink and white face. Get off with her Republican California Senator, who was clamped with the New York Daily Tribune under his armpit, was printed with the full text of the "Chinese Exclusion Act" on the front page.

"Bissary," O'Connor said worriedly, "The West Coast telegram said..." He looked at the servant who was tied up blue and white porcelain vases and lowered his voice: "The Chinese are no longer allowed to get off the ship and pass the ship."

Xianfeng said lightly: "It's fast enough...:::.But Weller, the governor of California, can control the borders of the Washington Territory? You stay on the East Coast and run to Springfield more often." The lawyer Lincoln...:::.It's time to move into the White House the next year."

Dust was raised on the carriageway. Huang Shiren's silk long gown was covered with grass chips, and behind him was Lei Laohu wearing short hair. This Guangxi old man didn't have two Colts on his waist, and he even tied a greased paper bag on his belt one by one. It was the land deed of San Francisco Chinatown.

"Fourth brother, the stocks and bonds we have...\n..." Huang Shiren twisted his beard, "Do you want to sell?"

"Stop!" Xianfeng said firmly, "Everyone has changed gold bars to transport them to the Pacific Ocean and then to the Tianwang City." He suddenly laughed: "The water on the east coast is so messy that it should be seen when the brothers in the west..." Before he finished speaking,

Lei Laohu had already punched the corridor column.

Xianfeng took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. It was almost time to go on board. He closed the cover of the watch and said, "Let's go... :::: Ding Junmen's ship is now in Panama, and he should get our goods now, right?"

Panama City Harbor.

The paddle wheel of Dingyuan stirred the blue sea water and made a rumbling sound. Ding Ruchang (the original Ding Xianda, who had just changed his name recently) held the bridge railing and looked at the three warships with star and stripes next to the dock. The 32-pound smoothbore gun of the "Macedonian" cruiser on the outermost side was facing the channel, with a rainproof cloth covering the muzzle.

"Admiral, the distance measurement is completed." The first mate held the sextant and reported, "The US ship is 270 yards away from our ship."

Chen Yucheng's cowhide military boots stepped on the teak deck and made a thud. His telescope swept across the deck of the US ship: "They are wiping guns!" The young Taiping Army's chief of staff suddenly pointed at the Macedonians and several sailors were using long brushes to clean the rifle of the 24-pound sub-cannon.

Ding Ruchang nodded: "It's good to drive them away!" He turned to the messenger and said: "Rise the flag and notify the Port Authority."

Two signal flags were raised to the main mast. A sudden rapid whistle sounded in the harbor. More than 20 dock workers with red-headed coins surged out of the warehouse, and the leader raised the wheat ears cross flag. Ding Ruchang's telescope stopped on one of the people's faces, the scars that were scratched from their eyebrows to their chin were left in the Battle of Sevastopol.

"Wang Aqi." Chen Yucheng recognized the man, "I didn't expect that he would join the Dark Hall after he recovered from his injuries."

Cantonese shouts came from the shore. More than a dozen flatbed trucks containing boxes of important supplies transported from the East Coast were pushed to the dock. Ding Ruchang's mouth curled slightly and ordered: "Tell the engine room to add coal to press the fire."

The chimney of Dingyuan suddenly blew out thick smoke, and the paddle wheel accelerated and started to stir up waves. There was a commotion on the deck of the US ship, and several officers rushed to the side of the ship to look around. Chen Yucheng found that the anchor chain of the Macedonians was tightening and sneered: "They were scared!"

The Port Authority's boat was leaning on the Dingyuan at this time. The customs officer wore a Panama hat and the incoming documents handed over were covered with the seal of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's Consulate in Panama: "Ding Junmen, the American troop transport ship will arrive at Cologne Port tomorrow." He lowered his voice, "The federal army carrying a battalion...:.\n. I went to San Francisco!"

Chen Yucheng suddenly tightened his sword. Ding Ruchang signed the documents without changing his face, turned to Chen Yucheng and said, "What's the use of one battalion or two battalions? Our cargo is about to be shipped in place. At least one division can be armed on the West Coast!"
Chapter completed!