Chapter 689

Late November 1859.

The cold wind from New York Harbor hit Xianfeng's frowning brows again. He narrowed his eyes and saw a pine board hanging on the pier, with red paint painted "New York State Law: Chinese people are not allowed to enter the country". Under the wooden board was a short and fat official in uniform.

"Biss Zhao, it seems that the limelight of New York's anti-China situation has not passed yet." Lilan Stanford Jr. came to Xianfeng's ears, "How about you and your wife go back to the boat to rest for a while, and I'll contact Senator O'Connor."

"No need!" Xianfeng smiled indifferently, stuffed the vine box into Little Lelan Stanford's arms, held Chiyoko's arm with his right hand, grabbed Stanford's silver-plated cane with his left hand, and then limped towards the short and fat official. After approaching Xianfeng, he saw clearly that the fat man's breastplate read "Patrick Murphy" - still Irish.

"Stop! This is the VIP channel," Murphy roared at Xianfeng with a stern face, "and New York does not welcome Chinese!"

Xianfeng stopped and glanced at the fat Irish man with a lofty look. With this glance, the fat Irish man felt like he dreamed of returning to England and seeing the master again - the nobles who were not from generation to generation would definitely not be able to raise this kind of aura of "cold eyes and ignoring the little people"!

Xianfeng took out a dark blue leather certificate from his inner bag expressionlessly. The golden embossed iris pattern was dazzling in the sun, and Napoleon III's signature ran across the title page - this is a special pass issued by the Second French Empire, with the edges of the French golden characters "diplomacy exemption".

"Nicholas Zhao Si," he used Oxford accent English-Yu to report the name used in this diplomatic passport, "The Knight of the French Legion of Honor, and the special theological consultant of Marshal Napoleon."

Murphy's knuckles trembled on the ID. The inside of the ID was covered with a silver photo of Xianfeng. In the photo, Xianfeng was wearing a French Army officer's dress. What suffocated him was the note on the attached page: "The licensee enjoyed the same treatment as the Earl of the French Empire."

Of course, this diplomatic passport is true. It was brought by Rinko from Prince Napoleon - something that ordinary people can't believe, and it's not as much as the Countess of the Temple Mount?

She gave the "real version of the appointment" to the women of the Bonaparte family, and her eighth uncle was Prince Shi Dakai who conquered Sevaspotor!

When she left Europe last time, she asked Prince Napoleon for five blank special passes issued by Napoleon III, one of which was given to her "brother-in-law" Zhao Si, which is Xianfeng.

"First, sir..." Murphy had checked the diplomatic passport issued by Napoleon III, and looked at Lilan Stanford, who was following behind with his bags. This young man looked like a wealthy young man, and such a person could only carry his bags.

"Zhao Si!" A rough cry interrupted Murphy's thoughts. Jimmy O'Connor's carriage ran through the wet stone road, and the red-haired senator's bloated body squeezed open the car door. When he saw Xianfeng, he burst into laughter, "You are here! Hahaha, New York State is anti-China, no one is making things difficult for you, right?"

Of course Murphy knew O'Connor - he was an Irish-born federal senator and the pride of the Irish Gang in New York!

It seems that this Nicholas Zhao Si is really a big shot!

Thinking of this, Murphy quickly bowed to Xianfeng and gave up the VIP channel.

On the carriage, O'Connor's cigar ash fell on the leather seat: "The idiots in Washington are planning a new "Naturalization Law" to change the 'free white people' to 'European blood'."

"What do they think of California's by-election?" Xianfeng asked, "Is the federal government ready to interfere?"

O'Connor said in a serious tone: "The important members of the two parties of the Senate and House of Representatives, the vice president, and most members of the cabinet agreed that there was serious fraud in the California by-election." He then changed the subject, "But the state election is state power, and the federal government should not interfere. The federal government had previously fought over the fraud in the Kansas election. Although the Kansas Constitution was not passed, the federal government did not interfere in the Kansas referendum and parliamentary elections. Moreover, the United States has always had local elections that fraud!"

Xianfeng laughed: "This is indeed very American!" After laughing a few times, he asked again: "What does Lincoln view the California issue?"

"Lincoln." O'Connor took a cigar, "He advocated anti-China! Radical anti-China!"

In the brownstone building next to Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, the fireplace was slightly cracked. William Seward's silky glasses slid to the tip of his nose, and his fingers twisted the New York Tribune: "Abel, do you really want to use Anti-China as a campaign sign?"

Lincoln's long legs were placed on a walnut desk, and he replied while smoking a pipe: "William, have you ever seen the cotton fields in Mississippi? A black slave picked three hundred pounds of cotton a day, while Chinese in California could dig out a few tons of ore containing gold sand."

Sherman hummed, "They looked at their arms with a magnifying glass in Sacramento! The next time I should take math questions to select white people. I told me that it was time to drive all the Chinese along the Pacific coast into the sea!"

Seward frowned and said, "But those people in the church always say 'Everyone is equal before God'..."

"God never said that the yellow race is white!" Lincoln suddenly stood up, and his shadow covered the yellowed rubbing of the Declaration of Independence on the wall. "The West is a promised land for European workers - not for the yellow-skinned Orientals!"

Sherman pulled out a stack of photos from his briefcase: In the Chinese school in San Francisco, children were doing math problems; Chinese workers on the San Francisco dock were operating steam cranes; Chinese workers were building steam ships in the dock at the San Francisco port...

"See?" Sherman's nails pinched into Xianfeng's smiling face in the photo. "They are learning faster than the Irish!"

Lincoln's fingers crossed the Missouri compromise line on the map: "So I suggest - to gently let the black slaves free and radically drive the Chinese out of the United States. We can first unite the manor owners in the south, and then use the confiscated Chinese assets to compensate the manor owners who liberated slaves after they succeeded in exorcising Chinese assets."

"That's all?" Seward was still a little unsatisfied. Although he was also a moderate abolitionist, Lincoln's attitude towards abolitionist seemed a bit too gentle.

"That's all," Lincoln said, "it's enough for us to win the election!"

"Enough to win?"

"Yes!" Lincoln nodded, "Radical anti-Chinese, moderate abolitionist is enough to make us win the election, which is the most important thing!" He looked at Seward, "William, please support me!"

A spark broke out from the fireplace, and Seward wrote in a memorandum of cooperation between the two sides: "Republican Program of 1860: Article 1, restricting the expansion of slavery; Article 2, revising the Naturalization Law."

Late November of the ninth year of Tianli.

Outside the outskirts of Pyongyang, undercurrents under the ice of the Datong River. Yang Xiuqing's mink closure swept through the cinders, and the British miner Hudson's horse lantern illuminated the rock walls of the mine cave: "Your Highness, this coal seam is very thick, enough to mine for thirty years."

Moore looked at the stone walls of the mine and said to Yang Xiuqing in fluent Chinese: "The steel plant is either close to coal, close to iron, or has a deep water port. There is no three, and building a steel plant there will definitely lose money. A loss-making steel plant cannot bring any progress to North Korea. And North Korea has no way to compete with the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom in terms of textiles, porcelain, pharmaceuticals, shipbuilding, etc. You need a factory that can not lose weight in the competition as the guiding force for North Korea's industrialization!"

Moore only said half of what he said, and half of it, of course, only factories that master advanced productivity can produce advanced working class!

Friedrich kicked the frozen hard horse manure: "There are coal, iron, seaports, canals and railways near the Xuzhou Iron and Steel Plant. So its economic and social benefits are the best. I suggest that the Pyongyang Iron and Steel Plant learn from the Xuzhou Iron and Steel Plant to build an industrial model factory."

Moore said: "With the loan from the UK, don't worry about the funds. Now that the coal mine has been resolved, the next step is to find suitable iron ore to mine - there should be a lot in the northern part of the Korean Peninsula, right?"

"Original King!" Nanmoto's voice suddenly came. Her clogs were crushed with ice slags, and coal ash was stained with the hem of the kimono. "Maria's convoy had already passed the Datong River and would arrive in Pyongyang soon. Should you arrange for you to meet him?"

"I know why she came?" Yang Xiuqing asked.

"Maybe it's for what happened in the United States," Daozi said. "California has been in a mess recently!"

North Korea also has shares on the west coast of North America! Hong Renzheng and Hong Renke are the Hong family, Hong Tiangui and Hong Rensheng are their bosses.

Yang Xiuqing snorted: "Let's ask King Gan to meet her first and listen to what she said. Daozi, go too, and meet Maria with King Gan. Find out her trump card and report to me."

"Yes!" Daozi nodded.

Yang Xiuqing had no intention of continuing to inspect the coal mine, so he said, "Daozi, then I will go back to Pyongyang with you!"

After seeing off Yang Xiuqing and Daozi, Moore, Friedrich and Hudson returned to the main office building of the mine. Hudson settled the accounts in the account book and said to Moore: "Mr. Minister, if the Pyongyang coal mine is really mined on a large scale, the annual output can reach one million tons, which is equivalent to half a Birmingham." He looked at Yang Xiuqing's back as he went away, and suddenly muttered to Moore: "Have you heard of it? Chinese in California are looking at their skin with magnifying glasses to prove that they are white."

Moore rolled the coal mine planning map into a cylinder: "They have actually proved it with weapons, and the proof of weapons is better than any other proof." He looked back at the miner, "And the prince of London realized earlier than the Americans that Chinese were qualified to serve the table, so we came to North Korea!"
Chapter completed!