Chapter 557 It turns out that Hong Xiuquan did not lie. Jesus really has younger brothers and sisters! (Please book, please vote)
The San Francisco Bay in June 1856 had completely escaped the turmoil at the end of last year. With the emergence of the "Golden Map" effect, the entire Bay Area was hot, and even the sea breeze seemed to be wrapped in gold powder. Hong Renzheng's jade ring hit the long table of the Bishops' Conference in 27 counties in California, shaking the "True Bank Credit Report" on the table.
Huang Shiren, who has been promoted to the deputy account room of the Real Estate Bank in California, shrank at the end of the long table, and his pale fingers struck the dense red circles on the account book - it was the $1.2 million loan issued by the Real Estate Bank in the past three months. Each of them was besieged with the land deed of the mine. The interest rate was astonishing, but no one breached the contract.
The reason for this situation is that the "golden map" was born a few months ago.
On the yellowed drawings, the general location of the entire West Coast gold mine was hooked out by red circles. With the guidance of the "Golden Chart", the gold mines that should have been buried deep underground and will only be discovered at some time in the future are all revealed overnight to the fanatical gold diggers. Those gold diggers who have found gold first under the guidance of the "Golden Chart" and obtained the land deeds of the California government's mining license are all crazy and they can ignore the high interest rate. After all, where is there a faster transaction in this world than digging gold?
"Architect, the money we released has been recovered for 40% of the capital and interest!" The fat bishop of Santa Clara County wiped the sweat from his forehead and held the account book like a treasure. "The new mine owner of Shasta County has paid back another 50,000 yuan this month."
"Is it a good thing to pay back the money quickly?" Hong Renzheng suddenly sneered and pointed to the copper signs at the end of the street - that were Johnson Mining Bank, Pacific Trust, and Ireland United Credit. "But these white-skinned banks still eat meat and drink soup!" He opened the California Bank's Interbank Report submitted by Huang Shiren. The scale of lending in Zhenyou Bank is only ranked seventh, and the top six are all white-controlled institutions.
Lei Laohu, who had just sat on the throne of bishop in San Francisco County, slapped the oak table, which scared Master Xianfeng who followed him. The former Qing emperor is now rising and becoming a master. He is very aware of the current situation of the California mining industry picking up gold everywhere: those gold diggers who have discovered gold mines can borrow money to hire people and buy equipment to dig, and there is nothing they can't make. In their eyes, the Chinese bishops who really asked for the appointment are all fools - they don't dig themselves and spread them everywhere, and they also lend money to white gold diggers who have obtained gold pictures.
These people are just coming across the ocean to do charity
"Shiren, what are your tricks?" Hong Renzheng didn't know anything. He was good at jumping into a great god, rebelling, sect fighting, and sending Japanese assassins to assassinate him. Even if he did business, he would be fine, but he wouldn't lend money to usury - there was no way, he believed in the Father of Heaven, and he was kind!
"The miners dare to borrow because they can make money." The tip of the British pen in Huang Shiren's hand exposed a financial report from a white accountant who married Sakura Girl in Shasta Mine. The ink spread out on the number of "a single-day net profit of $2,000": "One ounce of sand is exchanged for twenty pounds of flour, but what if the flour rises to one ounce and four pounds?"
He threw out four notices he made up: the freighter of the Pacific Trading Company was delayed due to "mechanical failure", the Tianwangcheng Farm was attacked by "Russian troops" and even "a large number of wheat was burned", the sugar sugar ship of the Kingdom of Hawaii "sank unexpectedly", and the gunpowder ship sent from Shanghai was "intercepted by the Russian warship"!
Huang Shiren smiled and said, "From tomorrow, similar news will appear repeatedly in California newspapers. Then, we really ask the Chamber of Commerce to control the flour, eggs, pork, beef, shovels, etc., which will keep rising, five to ten times first, and gunpowder will only be supplied to baptized mines!"
Bishop Young of San Mateo County gasked: "But the seventh chapter of the True Covenant says, 'Don't oppress the sojourners'."
"Chapter 7, 23," Huang Shiren suddenly raised his tone, "All those who block the great cause of Heavenly Father are evil deeds!"
His eyes swept over the "gold chart" and said with anticipation: "When the mine owners' cash flow breaks, we will acquire bad debts from the interbank at a 30% discount on the face value."
He used his pen to write several formulas on the hanging gold chart: every time the flour price doubles, the operating cost of the mine increases by 30%; every time the shovel price doubles, the mining efficiency decreases by 30%. Insufficient gunpowder will make it difficult to mine 50% of the gold mines.
"In addition, we can also secretly instruct the Irish Immigration Union to launch a miner strike so that more miners will not be able to maintain it!" Huang Shiren turned around and smiled at Hong Renzheng and said, "Articine, my subordinates know the best how to use monopoly circulation and usury to force people. Three months later, 70% of the miners in California will kneel down and beg us to extend the loan! At that time, our true appointment is not only their creditors, but also their beliefs. Are you afraid that there will be no more than tens of thousands of votes at the end of the year?"
His words made every pastor of the True Quotation Sect smile. In addition to Xianfeng, in the original Qing Dynasty, there should be many gentry like Huang Shiren?
The conference hall of Buckingham Palace was shrouded in the dimness of the kerosene lamp. Prince Albert's fingers streaked across the blueprint of the Shanghai factory submitted by Robert Stephenson. The focus of the magnifying glass accurately burned the label of "boiler pressure valve improvement plan".
"Mr. Stephenson," the prince asked in a sarcastic tone, "Are you sure the Chinese are already trying to make the steam engine themselves?"
Robert Stephenson, the owner of the UK's largest steam engine company, smiled and said, "Your Highness, my company has an office in Shanghai, China, and sells steam engines there. According to the report of the Shanghai office manager, they imitated our products at the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau. However, the quality is very bad and they are all flawed! So, I think the castings in the joint venture factory can be made of Indian pig iron, and the thermal efficiency is 8%, which is lower than that of Prussian goods."
Stephenson's son Richard Stephenson leaned against the carved windowsill, looking at the cars coming and going on the street outside the window, but thinking about the mysterious magic and fairies of the East. He graduated from Cambridge University, but was very interested in all kinds of mysterious things and did not hear the conversation between his father and the prince at all, until Viscount Palmerston's old and majestic voice woke him up.
"Steam engines and high-pressure valves for warships must be removed from the list!" British Prime Minister Palmerston's hook nose was almost pasted on the Sino-British Technical Agreement, and the pen tip shattered the terms of "steam engine research and development". "Stephenson Jiangnan Factory can only produce civilian steam engines, and all casting molds are shipped from Manchester every month - key technologies cannot be obtained by Chinese people!"
Prince Albert picked up the green tea brewed in boiling water and took a sip: "Add another one - all engineers' drawings must be marked with error parameters in Chinese."
The military boots of the second Duke of Wellington made a "click" sound: "But the prophet or angel of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom seems to have mysterious premonition."
Viscount Palmerston smiled softly: "If he really has the ability to predict the future, why don't he predict the drawings of the most advanced British steam engine a hundred years later? Why should he join the business with our steam engine manufacturers?"
A secretary rushed in quickly, and a urgent telegram from the telegram from Constantinople was in his hands: "Your Highness, Feng Yunshan and Shi Dakai, the two princes of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, have led their troops to Suez, and Shi Dakai is leading the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom expeditionary force to Alexandria. Feng Yunshan is leading a small team of troops to Jerusalem."
"What did he do in Jerusalem?" Prince Albert frowned, "Is it a pilgrimage?"
"No," the secretary handed the telegram to the prince. "Your Highness, the Turks said that Feng Yunshan, the southern king of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, went to Jerusalem to find evidence of the existence of Jesus' brothers!"
"What are you looking for?" Viscount Palmerston was stunned.
"Look for Jesus' brothers!" Prince Albert launched a telegram and his face gradually became solemn: "Of course Jesus has a younger brother! He has four younger brothers and at least two sisters. The four younger brothers are Jacob, Joseph, Simon and Judah, and the two younger sisters are Mary and Salome!"
It turns out that Hong Xiuquan did not lie. Jesus really had a younger brother and a younger sister, which was clearly recorded in the Bible!
Jerusalem.
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On the desolate and barren land, Feng Yunshan's black satin cloak roared, and the golden cross on his chest shone. Three hundred Taiping Army Iron Guards wrapped their foreheads, and the "True Covenant" scripture was engraved on their waist scabbards. The musket barrel was roasted with burnt smell under the scorching sun. This Taiping Army was not far away from tens of thousands of miles and actually came to the place where their brother Tian came to earth for the first time!
"King of the South, that should be the city of Jerusalem." Wang Yan opened the map and looked at it, then pointed to the dilapidated castle in the wasteland ahead, and felt a little disappointed. This is how Hong Xiuquan blew the sky in the True Covenant. Not to mention Tianjing, his hometown is worse than Daozhou!
Rinko took off her sand mask and exposed the corners of her lips that were cracked. She looked at the city walls with white light in the distance, and her eyes were a little wet: "Father, Ji Du really has four younger brothers and two sisters?"
"Of course!" Feng Yunshan said, "Du Ji is the eldest son, and when the second son came to earth for the first time, he was named Jacob, and he was the king of heaven! The third son was named Joseph, and he was me! The fourth son was named Ximen, and he was the king of the East, and his fifth son was named Judas."
"Judas are the five sons," Rinko took a breath, "Isn't that the King of the North?"
Feng Yunshan turned around and glared at the cheap daughter, and then said, "Victoria and Xuan Jiao should be the sister of Ji Du in their previous lives. As for the Wing King, the King of Wu should be both angels! The Wing King's wings are the wings of angels, and the King of Wu is even more descended from the sky among the troops, so he is undoubtedly an angel!"
Chapter completed!