Chapter 541 The devil has been "open source"! (Please vote, please order)
When the cowhide boots of "Smith" kicked open a tatami cabin door with heavy leather boots, Xianfeng's hand holding the red robe was already full of sweat. In fact, Rinko was not his woman, but was ordered by Lei Laohu
He took care of him for a few days when he was so seasick that he was almost too lazy. The two were innocent and nothing happened. But Xianfeng still "lived in Zhao Si"'s heart
A Lin's eyes swept over Xianfeng with an ugly face. She seemed to have noticed something, showed a smile, owed to Xianfeng, and said, "Silang, don't worry, I'm fine." Then she walked into the cabin
The room, kneeled down on the tatami, and then began to untidy the kimono belt, and the kimono belt fell on the tatami, and the ninja knife and the blade were taken out one by one. The blue eyes of the American official swept the two weapons for the ninjas, but he did not realize it.
How dangerous is this woman? She suddenly grinned: "A Japanese woman with a knife? What a barbarian taste, I like."
Lei Laohu's yellow teeth held a dry tobacco pole in his mouth and handed over a bag of US dollars: "Mr. Smith, this Miss Rinko is the maid who Bishop Hong personally blessed you to check it out."
The moment the hatch door was closed, Xianfeng heard the sound of the cloth tearing. He didn't know what was wrong, but he stood stiffly outside the door, his nails almost pinched into the oak door frame. The crisp sound of "papapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapa
It was heard from the cabin that Xianfeng seemed to see his "harem beauties" at this moment, all of whom fell into the clutches of Luo Yaoguo, Yang Xiuqing, Xiao Chaogui and others. When Smith tied his belt and pushed out the door, Rinko was kneeling
Sitting on the tatami, he tidied up his messy hair, his expression was extremely calm, and he even said goodbye to Smith with a smile, but the bruises on his collarbone were a little red.
"Tell Bishop Hong that yellow-skinned pagans are not welcomed in San Francisco." Smith walked out of the cabin door with a bag of US dollars, smiled and said this to Lei Laohu, and then pointed at Rinko, "Of course, except for her."
!" Then he suddenly lowered his voice and leaned into Lei Laohu's ear: "Tell Bishop Hong that his Mormon friends brought two hundred Russian strong men into the city from the port of San Francisco last night - dressed like his mother
The priest, the one who is holding the waist is not the Bible."
A cold light flashed in Lei Laohu's eyes: "Thank you for your advice, may God be blessed by you." He turned his head and shouted at Xianfeng, whose face was still blue, "Zhao Si! Take Linzi to wash, we must rush to the cathedral immediately to worship.
God!"
In the cellar of San Francisco's True Pai Cathedral, twenty hand-cranked printing machines were rotating rapidly, and one "golden picture" was printed after another, and the lecturer in red robe placed them neatly into one.
There is a cowhide box, and the address is written in Chinese and English on each suitcase, which are the place names of all large and small towns in California.
Hong Renzheng pressed the hilt of the Seven Star Sword and walked around in the dimly lit underground printing factory, and from time to time he picked up a newly printed map and took a few glances. Wu Chongyao followed him, holding it in his hand
He was wearing his enamel tobacco box and was putting "golden silk" on his pipe.
"Hehe, everything is in the clever plan of His Highness the King of Wu!" Hong Renzheng folded a "golden picture" in his hand into dried tofu, and then handed it to Wu Chongyao, "Give this to the Russian female grandfather.
Let’s wait until the bull from Brannan is about to take action!”
Wu Chongyao took the golden picture and looked at the busy scene in front of him, feeling a little puzzled: "Bissar, why do you want to print so many golden pictures?"
"Is it too much?" Hong Renzheng smiled, "Only 40,000 copies were printed, there are 400,000 white people in California, and even ten people can get one. Can it be considered too much?"
"Everyone knows it." Wu Chongyao closed the gold picture, "The gold is not buried in a large piece, but is scattered and buried in a large piece. It can't be dug up for a while, and I got the picture.
Wherever people gather, they can't hide the news, and everyone else will flock to them."
"Not everyone!" Hong Renzheng interrupted, "We really don't want to send militias to the point of sending us. This is what His Highness the King of Wu means!"
Before he finished speaking, a hurrying Cantonese dialect came from the tunnel: "The Heavenly King has already docked, and Lecturer Lei has something urgent to ask for a visit!"
Hong Renzheng looked at Wu Chongyao and said, "Shopkeeper Wu, take the female Natalia to meet the King of Wu, and take the Heavenly King to Tianjing."
In a living room in the Zhenyousai Cathedral, Hong Renzheng was sitting on the chair of the Grand Master with a golden sword, and he was holding the letter Feng Hong Daquan wrote to him in his hand. Lei Laohu stood opposite Hong Renzheng.
Rinko respectfully knelt beside Lei Laohu.
After a while, Hong Renzheng had already read Hong Daquan's letter, and then smiled and said to Linzi: "A Lin, Hong Daquan's letter said that you have dealt with him a lot of people?"
"Hayi!" Rinko nodded, "There are eighteen people in total!"
"Never missed or exposed?" Hong Renzheng asked again.
"Yes!" Rinko nodded again, "Sir, do you have any divine task? Just leave it to Rinko."
"Okay!" Hong Renzheng took out a folded portrait and handed it to Rinko, "This man's surname is Brannan, he is a big man. He lives in the San Francisco Hotel and he likes women like you very much, but he has
Many bodyguards, you can't get close to him with weapons. Can it be solved?"
Rinko nodded, and said firmly: "As long as I have a way to get him close, I can get him out!"
Hong Renzheng nodded, smiled with satisfaction, and then said to Lei Laohu: "Tiger, you're doing a good job!" Then he opened his throat again, "Call Jamie O'Connor to me!"
When Jamie O'Connor pushed the door in, his Irish burlap shirt was still stained with ink. The red-haired man in his forties saluted in Cantonese Mandarin: "Biss Hong, forty boxes of drawings have been loaded onto the carriage tonight
It can be delivered to all towns between Sacramento and Los Angeles."
Hong Renzheng slapped the seven-star sword on the table, and the jade pendant on the scabbard jingled: "Every tavern, brothel, and miner's tent are filled with golden pictures... Remember, let our people shout that there is something in Alaska.
Big gold mine!”
O'Connor grinned, revealing a black hole missing incisor: "Those red necks know the location of the gold mine, and they must even forget their skin color! Then, let alone Mormons, even the Washington army will not stop the gold diggers.
go Ape."
Today, California is a state of gold diggers. The goal of everyone traveling all the way is to dig gold. It’s not about loving the United States anyway! Apart from a small group of top politicians, not many people place anti-China above gold digging.
An open source West Coast gold mine map can make the whole of California 100% excited - after all, the difficulty of digging gold is not how to dig, but where to dig!
Hong Renzheng said: "Remember, we must keep our people as rational as possible! Tell them that gold is not important, the important California government and parliament. Moreover, California's food, clothing, housing and transportation are all in our hands! Do you understand?"
"I understand!" Jamie O'Connor focused heavily, then looked at Hong In-jung with expectation, "I will become a member of parliament, will I?"
Hong Renzheng nodded: "You will soon be a federal senator in California! The True Recruitment will fully support you, and the Brannan Angel has predicted his death!"
This Irish True Ireland Trust sent believers to lift their robes and kneel down on the gilded statue of Hong Xiuquan, and kowtowed three times with tears in his eyes - his brother and parents were both starving to death in the Great Famine created by the Englishmen.
He survived, and found the real god soon after he entered Capitol Hill and became the most powerful person in the country on the top of the mountain.
Rinko kept kneeling until Jamie O'Connor left, and Hong In-jung stuffed the portrait of Brannan into her belt. The edge of the portrait was dark red, like dry blood. "Brannan will meet tonight
Watching my cathedral be destroyed by his people at the Grand Hotel in San Francisco, "Hong Renzheng's fingertips stroked her neck, "He, the leader of the Mormon, is very lustful, and he especially likes the prostitutes from the East. Get rid of him.
After that, find a place to hide. It doesn’t matter if you are caught, just protect yourself. Because. They want gold, and what we want is the whole of California!”
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"Hayi!" Rinko pointed her head heavily.
The luxurious suite on the top floor of the Grand San Francisco Hotel has an excellent location overlooking the entire city - but the city of San Francisco is not good-looking now, and there are not many decent white masters' houses. Most of the residents here are immigrants from Asia.
The houses are small and very dilapidated. Most of these people are engaged in the industry serving gold diggers, such as opening restaurants, laundry shops, hotels, and various shops. Some people are also opening casinos and brothels, and even
Opium Pavilion. The rural areas outside the city, chicken farms and pig farms are also opened by these Orientals.
It’s so hateful. Half of the gold that white California gold diggers finally dug out was earned by these Oriental people!
Of course, this is not what makes Brannan the Mormon Bishop the most hateful and vigilant. What scares him the most is that these Easts not only make money, but they are also believers of the devil, but also a powerful person who can gather them together.
The real party!
Brannantai, who started his own business as a charlatan, climbed all the way to the federal senator, knows how difficult it is to deal with a powerful sect. Because sects can not only unite people with their interests, but also use faith to unite people together. And because faith
The people who gather together will have various classes, even surpass their skin colors. This makes the True Job School difficult to attack and even more troublesome is that the True Job School seems to have a devil - they have a damn golden picture,
Know where the gold on the West Coast is!
In a gold rush state, knowing where the gold is buried is about God.
Before he knew it, it was completely dark. Brannan picked up the wine glass and drank a large mouthful of whiskey, muttering: "It's starting, it's about to start!"
"Dongdongdongdongdongdong" The door of his suite was suddenly knocked.
Chapter completed!