Chapter 569 Feng Yunshan meets Rothschild, Xianfeng is going to the East Coast (On the 25th, please give me a monthly ticket!)
The fragrance of Chinese tea is floating in the box on the second floor of the Palace of Industry in Paris. Feng Yunshan looked at the Italian with a centipede scar in front of him. Ascanio Sobrero's right hand was always hidden under his cloak. The explosion in the laboratory at the University of Torino lost three fingers a few years ago.
"This is the handwritten letter from King Wu of Luo," Feng Yunshan handed over a gold-burned envelope, with a dark pattern of the dragon printed on the edge of the letter paper. "He knows the research direction of passivating nitrifying glycerol....\n
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His words were translated into Italian by Archbishop Paul.
Sobrero suddenly coughed violently, and his broken right hand grabbed the edge of the coffee table. Archbishop Paul was about to come forward to help him, but he saw the Italian chemist suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of desire: "Your Highness, what do you mean...: Can the prophecy of your angel help me solve the problem of nitrifying glycerol as a chemical composition that is too dangerous?"
This man was the inventor of nitroglycerin. He synthesized nitroglycerin in the laboratory of the University of Turin in 1847. Then he "successfully" fryed the laboratory, and he was seriously injured. An invention with extremely huge commercial value not only failed to bring him benefits, but instead made him a disabled person. This also made him disheartened and lost the confidence to continue studying nitroglycerin. Until...::...Article Paul Doria told him that the author of the Prophet, the angel from the East could use prophecy to help him study nitroglycerin!
Scientific research relies on prophecy... It sounds a bit ridiculous! However, an important way of scientific research is to accumulate resources and trial and error. If there is a "god calculator" to calculate at this time, where is the direction? It will not be twice the result with half the effort, but will go thousands of miles a day. For nitrifying glycerol, which can test human life, correct "prophecy" can not only save money and time, but also save scientists' lives.
"Mr. Suo, there is a contract here." Feng Yunshan took a sip of tea and took out a contract that had been drafted long ago. "As long as you sign this, after you arrive in Tianjing, King Luo Wu will tell you in person what to use to passivate nitrifying glycerin."
Sobrero took the contract and found out that it was a contract that invited him to Tianjin, the capital of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, to serve as a university professor, and to lead a laboratory for researching nitroglycerin. According to this contract, he not only received generous salary and sufficient funds, but also could use technology to invest in a company specializing in producing safety explosives after the "safety explosives" was developed and served as technical director... This is a good opportunity to win both fame and fortune!
But is that King Luo Wu’s prophecy really reliable?
Just as he thought of this, a thunderous applause suddenly sounded in the hall of the Palace of Industry in Paris. Sobrello was about to ask what happened, but Feng Yunshan spoke first: "It's the No. 55 Psychic Element! There is a prophecy about it on the 55th pillar of the 118 "Heavenly Pillar".::
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Archbishop Doria translated Feng Yunshan's words into Italian, and then drew a cross on his chest: "This is the revelation of the Father."
"No!" Sobrello made up his mind and grabbed the quill to sign the contract. "This is a deal between the devils!" He suddenly laughed wildly, "Because nitroglycerin can only belong to the devil!"
When this somewhat crazy Italian scientist rushed out of the box with a sandalwood box filled with heavy gold bars,
Doria had already sat down in front of Feng Yunshan: "Your Highness, you shouldn't give the covenant to the British. They don't believe in God at all, they are the real devils!"
"Architect, the 'Russian Devils' arranged by your Temple Mount..." Feng Yunshan suddenly seemed to understand something, "It doesn't look very real!"
Doria smiled bitterly: "Your Highness, that was not what I arranged, and I have told them not to kill me."
"Who did it?" Feng Yunshan looked at Doria, "Pope? It seems that he is not enough! Who else? Let me think about it..." He recalled the information he got when he had a long conversation with Luo Yaoguo the night before leaving Tianjing, "It must be the one from Austria?"
"Emperor Franz Joseph!" said Doria.
"Yes!" Feng Yunshan nodded, "It's him... he must have a share, right?"
Doria smiled without answering, but only slapped three times. The door of the box opened and walked into two men wrapped in tweed coats. One of them had an exaggerated mustache, the other had monocle glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the mirror chain was decorated with miniature hexagrams.
"Austrian Foreign Minister Carl Ferdinand von Buor-Sauenstein." The bearded man took off his bear-skin hat and exposed his Mediterranean bald head.
"Ansem von Rothschild." The man in glasses tapped the ground with a cane wearing an emerald ring. "The Bank of Vienna is the industry of our Rothschild family!"
"Rothschild..." Feng Yunshan browed slightly when he heard this surname. He thought of what Luo Yaoguo said to him that night: The Rothschild family is the emperor of the financial industry. They control the flow of funds across Europe. We must not be able to hide the secret transactions between us and the Russians!
The colorful windows of the San Francisco Grand Hall were dyed blood red by the sunset, which looked particularly sacred on Hong Renzheng's python-patterned robe. The archbishop of the True Job Sect took his hands behind his back. Huang Shiren and Lei Laohu both were wearing bishop robes and stood beside him. Xianfeng knelt in front of Hong Xiuquan's statue and also wore a red bishop robe. De Ling held a look at the pure gold cross and the big gold chain for him. It was a token designed by Archbishop Hong for the bishop of the West Coast True Job Sect. Xianfeng now wore the bishop robe and got the big gold chain cross. He was already a bishop. Now he was short of being assigned to the diocese and could take office and take charge of the academic affairs of a county!
But Hong Renzheng has not said that he would allocate the county to him?
"Master Zhao, you're so happy to spread voting coupons in San Francisco." Hong Renzheng suddenly stopped and turned to look at Xianfeng, "But the Democratic bastards in Washington have already set their sights on us!"
Xianfeng glared in his heart. Although the Republicans won a big victory in California, the Democrats had the last laugh in the U.S. election!
Huang Shiren sighed: "This year's election, Fremont will lose to fifteen states in Buchanan. When the old coffin takes office in March next year, the first fire will definitely burn to California."
Lei Laohu waved his fist: "If you want me to tell me, I should let my brothers from San Francisco go to Philadelphia..." His fist turned into a palm and made a murderous gesture, "Assign a Japanese female assassin for Buchanan!"
"Stupid!" Hong Renzheng grabbed the communion cup and smashed it at Lei Laohu, and the wine splashed on Xianfeng's face. "The Democrats are now holding on to the assassination of Brannan. Do you give me another presidential assassination case? Is our target not bright enough?"
"The Archbishop means...:" Huang Shiren is now doing well and knows Hong Renzheng's thoughts best, "We have to change the battlefield."
Hong Renzheng shook out a yellowed telegram from his sleeve: "The Federal Bank of New York rejected our bill of exchange yesterday.
He said that our funds are unknown and he is suspected of bribery." His teeth were chewing, "The vampires on the East Coast actually complained that our gold smelled bad!"
Lei Laohu gritted his teeth and said, "Then we will smash their vault!"
"What are you smashing?" Hong Renzheng rolled his eyes again, "Do you think the East Coast is the same as the West Coast? The little guns in our hands are not even the hair on the East Coast!" As he said that, he took out an enamel tobacco box with a white-headed carved pattern, looked at his confidant Lei Laohu, and after a while, he said to Lei Laohu, "Tiger, we have to drive the bank to the East Coast!"
"Go, go to the East Coast to open a bank?" Lei Laohu was stunned, "This is not easy!"
Hong Renzheng put the enamel tobacco box on the sermon stage: "Tiger, this is for you...::...You lead the team to the East Coast!"
"Me?" Lei Laohu was shocked, "I don't understand...
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"What do you understand?" Hong Renzheng pointed at Huang Shiren, "He will help you!" Then he pointed to Xianfeng who was kneeling, "And he is also here! Master Zhao, are you familiar with the 'Sakura House' in San Francisco?"
Xianfeng's Adam's apple rolled: "Okay, okay.::
Hong Renzheng said: "Go and pick some people who look small and follow Lei Laohu, and those white-skinned masters will be fine!"
Well, the good county bishop didn't become the one, but instead went to the East Coast to "pimp"...
Hong Renzheng didn't give Xianfeng a chance to speak, but just said to Lei Laohu: "When you arrive on the East Coast, political and legal issues, you should look for O'Connor and Lincoln, and listen to Manager Huang in business, plus it!" He pointed to the enamel tobacco box, "I'm not afraid of not being able to open up the situation!"
Three days later, San Francisco Harbour.
In the salty sea breeze, Huang Shiren directed the coolie to carry the wooden box covered with "church supplies" to the freighter heading to the east coast. Lei Laohu played with the newly obtained enamel tobacco box, which included "prophecy" that would allow him to quickly open up the situation on the east coast, but he was still a little uneasy: "Old Huang, we don't have a killing knife in our hands... can it really work?"
Huang Shiren smiled softly: "How could it not be? Senator O'Connor is the first Irish senator. The Irish gangster on the East Coast is much more effective than those Japanese assassins! At that time, we will be responsible for pretending to be good people, and the Irish gang will do it if they kill people!"
Lei Laohu wiped his palm: "I'm always a little uncomfortable!"
De Ling handed Xianfeng a gold-plated "True Agreement" at the dock, and Feng Sushun's handwritten letter was interspersed between the pages: "When you arrive on the East Coast, send this letter to the UK. ::::. Someone will come from the UK to help you."
Xianfeng looked at De Ling, who had just become the bishop of Marin County, and whispered: "Look at Zeng Da and Zheng Liu, when they learn English well, they will arrange for them to go to New York."
De Ling nodded heavily: "I understand! Don't worry, with me here, I can't make any mistakes."
Chapter completed!