Chapter 590: Tianshi, please ask the King of the East!
"My true identity?" Moore looked at the Japanese woman in front of him who looked a little religiously crazy. "Madam, what are you talking about? Am I not Moore, the editor of the Mercury News?"
Daozi said softly: "Your Highness Tianshi, don't think it's a little girl talking nonsense. Regarding your true identity, or maybe who is your soul's previous life, you can ask Your Highness King Wu for advice! He will naturally tell you everything at that time. But it's really inconvenient for the little girl to say more!"
It would be fine if Daozi didn't say anything without a head or tail. This made Wen Xian, Bai Siwen, Sir Sutton, and Consul Styren's eyes change when they looked at Moore!
What is the "previous life of the soul", what is there to ask "His Royal Highness of the King of Wu", Oh, what is there "Carl Heavenly Master". The more I hear, the more "god" he is! Could this Moore be from God, too? But Jesus' younger brothers and sisters seem to have all arrived, so who will he be? Could it be the reincarnation of a certain apostle?
Among the few people, Friedrich, he believed that "More is still Moore". He was about to ask what Daozi was doing? Daozi had already spoken again: "The Heavenly Father guided His Highness to come from afar, and must have wanted you to give His Highness the Eastern King a guide."
Moore really didn't want to hear this a bit of a mad goddess talking nonsense, so he suddenly stood up and wanted to leave. But Daozi took the lead, stopped Moore, and pointed his right hand at a closed sliding door: "Please move to the clean room by the Tianshi."
As soon as she finished speaking, the door was gently pulled open. Outside the door was a corridor, and a kimono girl had already bowed to the ground.
Daozi walked to Moore, and his sleeved kimono suddenly unfolded, revealing the sword of Huai who was inserted into his belt: "Your Highness, please!"
Moore looked at Daozi's sword, then looked at the woman's firm expression with a crazy expression, so he nodded, followed Daozi out of the hall, and walked forward along a dim corridor. At the end of the corridor, another kimono girl was kneeling outside a sliding door. Seeing Daozi coming with Moore, she immediately opened the sliding door, and the fragrance of flowers and the cool breeze of the night came.
Moore then realized that behind the sliding door was a courtyard full of flowers and plants, and the sky outside had already been dark.
When he walked into this room, Moore heard the sound of the sliding door being closed, and then the sob of a woman. Moore looked back and saw that Daozi had already kneeled down next to an oil lamp, still crying secretly.
"Ms. Daozi, why are you crying?" Moore asked softly while sitting cross-legged.
"To be honest, the North Korean Heavenly Kingdom actually earned 4.27 million silver dollars a year last year." The rice gently wiped his tears, "Military pay, iron plant, shipbuilding expenses of 13 million, relying on five ships of Japanese girls every month to exchange for the gold sand on the west coast to fill the gap."
"Please don't call me Master Tianshi," Moore shook his head, "I am Moore, the editor of the Mercury Newspaper in London, England."
"Yes, Mr. Moore," Daozi nodded, "So can you give advice to King Dong Yi Er now?"
Moore sighed: "It seems you also know that it is wrong and unsustainable to make money by selling Japanese girls to the West Coast."
"No! Those Japanese girls are voluntary!" Daozi suddenly raised his voice, "For girls from the bottom of Japan, being sold to the West Coast is the best way out they can get - has Mr. Moore ever seen babies who were drowned when they were born? Such things are not uncommon in East Asia, but are especially common in Japan!"
Moore remembered the old farmer on the ferry yesterday: "The favor of the East King is longer than that of the Han River"
"The industrialization funds needed by late-developed industrial countries are difficult to accumulate slowly through taxation and trade." Moore finally began to give advice to Yang Xiuqing, whom he had never met. "Although the North Korean Heaven has made huge profits from the dirty trade of the 'Japan-West Coast', this profitable business will definitely attract competitors or destroyers!"
"You are right!" Daozi focused on it, "Last month, a flying scissor ship heading to the west coast was robbed. The attack was a group of Japanese ronin, but behind it were several Japanese merchants and powerful vassals! And I also received information that some vassal lords who were jealous of the West Coast trade profits were planning to write to the shogunate to strictly control the Japanese women from leaving the country."
"You can set up a Korean bank." Moore dipped in tea and outlined it on a short table. "The head office is located in Seoul, and its branches are all over Osaka and Nagasaki. You must try to absorb the funds of Japanese vassals. The wealthy merchants are used for the industrialization of North Korea." He then explained, "Banks can create a multiplier effect through repeated deposits and loans. If a bank operates well and its reputation is generally recognized, it can usually generate twice or even more currency multiplier. That is, absorb one million deposits, and in very ideal cases, more than two million can be released. If the bank has a particularly good reputation, it can even issue banknotes."
As he said that, he took out a white pound from his pocket and spread it on a short table.
Daozi's eyes lit up: "Turn paper into money!"
Moore nodded: "The second method is to divest the Japan-West Coast trade line controlled by the East King and establish a North Korean Pacific Trade Co., Ltd. to raise shares from Japan's wealthy merchants and powerful vassals."
Daozi was stunned: "Further raise shares from those who covet the Japan-West Coast trade line?"
"Yes!" Moore smiled, "raise stocks from those enemies that King Yang Dong wants to eliminate to use their money to run the industry of the North Korean Heavenly Kingdom. After the industry of the North Korean Heavenly Kingdom is completed, they will be wiped out!"
Daozi suddenly kowtowed on the ground, tears streaming down: "Mr. Moore is a talented man. Please ask Mr. Moore to be the Eastern King again!"
"Ms. Rice," Moore looked at the goddess stick and shook his head gently, "If you still want to hear me continue, don't say such strange things."
"Hay. Please continue!"
"When you raise sufficient funds, you should focus on developing the shipbuilding industry." Moore continued, "The technical threshold of steel is too high, and there must be cheap coal mines, so iron ore supply is easier to make profits. Moreover, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom on the other side of the sea has invested huge investment to build the Xuzhou Coal-Iron United Company, and also invited European metallurgical experts. Beisemai, the inventor of Beisemai converter, as the chief engineer Dongwang. If you continue to expand the Seoul Railway, you will definitely lose more and more. It is better to invest the funds in shipbuilding first. Don't blindly build warships, but build civilian ships first, especially wooden steam sailboats that can be used on Pacific routes, and one or two thousand tons of water displacement is enough.
While developing the shipbuilding industry, we will hire Western engineers to investigate the local minerals in North Korea and formulate development plans. Once you find large iron ore and coal mines, and then start large coal-iron-iron joint companies according to the location of the mine, it will be easier to succeed.”
The agarwood of Changde Palace rose in the bronze crane furnace. Yang Xiuqing sat upright on the throne with his brows slightly frowned. The rice knelt on the carpet with ten thousand characters, and the beads on the sideburns trembled with the kowtow.
"He said he wanted to run a North Korean bank?" Dong Wang narrowed his one-eyed eyes, and the panic in his heart gradually dissipated.
It seems that the Heavenly Father did not intend to pursue his sins as the son of the Heavenly Father, and he also sent a Tianshi to help. Perhaps, Yang Xiuqing is really the reincarnation of the four sons of the Heavenly Father? Thinking of this, Yang Xiuqing suddenly felt that the strong fatherly love was falling from the sky, and only father in the sky was good! At this time, a gust of night wind blew, and Yang Xiuqing was shocked.
"Yes." Daozi put his forehead against the back of his hand and said softly, "Tianshi said that we can use the money of the Japanese vassal lord to run our arsenal." She took two steps to submit the account book. "Tianshi also said that she wanted to issue stocks, and said that she could turn paper into money."
The account page was "slammed" and Yang Xiuqing's hand suddenly stopped on a certain page. There was a yellowed drawing between the red handwriting outlined in cinnabar, and the outline of the steam ship was scribbled with "Pacific Trading Company West Coast". This is the largest merchant ship between Japan and the West Coast, and belongs to the Pacific Company of the Pacific Heaven Kingdom.
"Come here." Dong Wang hooked his finger.
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Daozi stood up straight and was pulled to the map with his wrist. Yang Xiuqing pressed her palm against her shoulder, and the heat came through the silk: "How many girls did Jiuzhou Island sell last year?"
"Nine thousand four hundred people." Daozi's neck flushed, "I exchanged more than nine hundred thousand taels of gold."
The candle was filled with lights, and Yang Xiuqing suddenly grabbed Daozi's neck, his eyes covered with bloodshots: "That Tianshi, really didn't mention my sins?"
"He said that the primitive accumulation of capital always requires blood." Daozi had long been used to the mood of the East King, and did not resist, but said softly, "But the blood of the East King was cleaner than that of the London factory owner."
A gust of night wind suddenly blew out of the window, causing the candle shadows to sway. Yang Xiuqing's hand slid along her spine to her waist, and she took out her sword: "If you dare to deceive me, I want you to cut off my stomach!"
Daozi didn't understand what Yang Xiuqing was afraid of? But she still said with certainty: "If Daozi deceived His Highness at all, Daozi would be willing to apologize!" She bit her red lips hard and said, "You have to cut it in a cross, there is no mistake!"
Yang Xiuqing breathed out and his eyes became softer: "How could you betray me? You are the most loyal to me! I will summon the Heavenly Master tomorrow, and I will see it with my own eyes-"
Before he finished speaking, footsteps suddenly came from outside. The attendant who sent the military newspaper to Yang Xiuqing was here. Daozi took the opportunity to take a step back and clean up his clothes, but saw Yang Xiuqing staring at her loose belt with one eye: "Leave me tonight to grind the ink."
As the incense became thicker, the sound of drums came faintly from the direction of Jingfu Palace. Daozi knelt on the edge of the dragon pattern table and grinded ink. After Yang Xiuqing finished the last military newspaper, he put down his brush and suddenly pulled Daozi into his arms: "Daozi, give birth to a son for me!"
"Yes." Daozi looked at the crescent moon outside the window and suddenly thought of his daughter Gao Zi.
Yang Xiuqing's palm reached into Azuko's kimono: "When you step on Edo, I want our son to become the king of Japan."
Chapter completed!