Chapter 607 Moore: Discover a demon who wants to dominate the world! (Please order, please vote)
The vibration of the steam engine wheel came along the teak floor, and the three of them fell into silence in Luo Yaoguo's cabin.
After a while, Moore took off his glasses, took out his handkerchief and asked while wiping, "So do you think the workers' country will be born in the defeated country of the future powerful war?"
"That's certainly, the winners can always be exempted from punishment." Luo Yaoguo turned his eyes to the world map hanging on the bulkhead. "When countries use extreme nationalism to incite tens of millions of workers and peasants to equip them with guns and cannons produced by large industries, and after they are sent to the battlefield, the defeat will become unbearable, and the armistice will become extremely difficult. The emperor and the prime minister will find that the war demons they release can no longer be put in the bottle. When they are unable to maintain the war, they almost exhaust their power to maintain their rule in their own country."
Luo Yaoguo stood up and lifted the coffee pot on the cast iron stove. "According to my prediction," he poured a dark brown liquid into the bone porcelain cup produced in Jingdezhen. "Due to the breakthrough in steelmaking technology, the total steel production in the world is likely to exceed 60 million tons in thirty years, and the great development of railways, machines, shipbuilding, energy and other industries brought about by the breakthrough of basic raw materials, steel, will create terrible production capacity in the next thirty years."
"Works' wages cannot consume so many products, even if wages triple in the next thirty years."
Friedrich's pen stopped on his notebook, and his handwriting stayed behind the German "overproduction".
Moore took off his tortoiseshell glasses and stared at the rolling waves outside the porthole: "His Royal Highness of Wu believes that when industrial production capacity breaks through the critical point, war will gush out like the steel in the converter?"
"That's very obvious!" Luo Yaoguo took a sip of coffee. "War is the last means of monetization of industrial investment. When industrial investment cannot recover costs by selling products, launching a war to destroy the enemy's production capacity becomes the ultimate means of competition. Therefore, the end point of industrial capitalism must be war!"
The cabin fell into silence again, only the breath of the steam piston echoed.
Friedrich suddenly stood up and pushed open the porthole, and the salty sea breeze swept in with the sound of the paddle wheel turning. Moore suddenly asked, "So. Which workers do you think will win their own country first?"
"I think it's Russia!" Luo Yaoguo said slowly.
"Russia" Moore's face gradually became gloomy, "Oh, yes, the loser of the industrial war must be the weak side of the industry!"
Friedrich suddenly turned around and asked, "If the workers' state was born on the ruins of defeated Russia, what would it do to fight the strangulation of the entire capitalist world?"
"So it needs allies from the East!" Luo Yaoguo said slowly, "I am willing to be a friend of the European workers' brothers." He smiled and said, "You have also seen how friendly I am to Chinese workers? I have established schools and hospitals for them, and built them with high quality and low-cost housing. The factories they invested and opened in the Heavenly Kingdom Shengku, and the wages they received in the mines ten times more than when they were farming in the countryside! If Europe wants to establish an international workers' organization in the future, I am willing to provide sponsorship and welcome European workers leaders to visit the Shengku factory and mines in China. Those factories and mines have no capitalists, and they belong to all the people of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!"
"He is an ambitious imperialist!" Moore gently closed the oak hatch and said to Friedrich, "He is preparing for a world-class war that will inevitably break out in thirty years!"
Kerosene lamp casts the shadows of the two on the bulkhead, twisting with the waves
Friedrich lights a cigar with a match, and opens the notebook in the blue smoke: "Look at this data"
The kerosene lamp shines on the sloppy formula: a shellfish converter = 50,000 tons of steel annual output, a hundred shellfish converter = 5 million tons, if the converter is four times larger, it is 20 million tons.
Friedry tapped his notebook with his finger: "With China's nearly infinite manpower and coal and iron resources buried in its extremely vast territory, it is not difficult to make 20 million tons in 30 years. If he is a little crazy, he can even make 50 million tons!"
This is not the most terrifying thing. Moore opened his notebook, which was another arithmetic: 700 to 800 million people, 6% of the mobilization rate = 42 million to 48 million troops!
Assuming that casualties account for three percent of the total population = defeated, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom can withstand 21 to 24 million casualties.
And Britain, France, Prussia, and Austria suffered the same number of casualties = extinction!
Russia suffers 23 million casualties = young and middle-aged men are extinct!
Friedrich took a sip of the cigar: "So. This lunatic wants to dominate the world!"
Moore shook his head: "No, he is not a lunatic, through the simplest mathematical calculations, he can prove that his idea is completely feasible, 50 million tons of steel is feasible, and 24 million casualties are also completely bearable."
"Will he win?" Friedrich's face turned gloomy. "Will he dominate the world?"
Moore thought for a moment: "He has a great chance of winning. As for dominating the world, it is hard to say. After all, China is too far from the Atlantic Ocean, and it will become the absolute master of the Pacific Ocean at most in the future. But one thing is certain that Luo Yaoguo does not want to establish a workers' country, he wants to become a great emperor! And Russia will not become a successful workers' country. Russia's industry started late and its productivity is not as good as Britain, France, Public, American, and Austria. Such workers' countries will definitely be very fragile unless."
"Unless there is a second, third working country in Western and Central Europe!" Friedrich said.
"Oh God!" Wen Xian's silver cane almost fell into the river. On the west bank of the Huangpu River, thirty brick chimneys spewed black smoke, constantly polluting the air on the beach. Various ships filled this "water road". In the newly built dock of the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau Shipyard by the Yangshupu River, 10 1,000-ton iron-ribbed wooden-hulled boats are being built at the same time! Several of them vaguely have the shadow of the "Kokang" class cruiser.
Bai Siwen straightened his silk top hat and smiled sinisterly: "If the British Empire had not had to use strong ships and powerful cannons to smash the Qing Dynasty's borders, why would it have been today? By the way, today is just the beginning, thirty years later."
"Shut up, Mr. Bai!" Wen Xian pulled open the collar of his shirt, "I'd like to think about how many days your Qing Dynasty can live? Two months ago, the army of King Luo and Wu captured Sichuan! Now the provinces controlled by the Qing Dynasty are only mountains, Shaanxi, Gansu, Yun, and expensive. No one is rich!"
Bai Siwen snorted: "Do you miss the Qing Dynasty now?" He took a cigar and said, "If you want to, go back to Xi'an and see the Qing Dynasty for the last time!"
Wen Xian snorted, "I was going to go." He looked at Moore and Friedrich, "Are you going?"
Moore leaned against the iron railing, and his notebook was rustling by the river wind. On the bank of the newly completed Western customs building, granite columns were erected, and the plaque "Xian Ning" could be vaguely seen between the scaffolding. There were people coming and going on the streets of the Bund, not only Chinese, but also many foreigners in foreign dresses, and also foreigners in Chinese robes.
Hearing Wen Xian’s question, Moore smiled faintly: “Go, of course you have to go. I want to go and see what a China that did not have a Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Revolution looks like?”
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Bai Siwen said: "That must be the more terrifying yellow peril - in the mouths of those London masters, in the Times!"
"Yes, no one dared to say that the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was a yellow peril!" Friedrich suddenly pointed to a newly built pier in Pudong. "Look at the steam sailboat, it should have been from the South Ocean - unloading rice, sugar and wood. When 500 million people need this."
Wen Xian's coat trembled in the wind: "The British Empire will never allow it"
"You are already allowing it!" Bai Siwen suddenly screamed, "The iron-ribbed wooden-shelled warship of the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau uses steam engines made in the UK, and even a joint venture steam engine factory!"
Moore nodded: "This is the smell of capitalism. When the noose of market and profits tighten, the gentlemen will put their necks in themselves - whether the gallows are set in India or Australia." He looked back at Wen Xian: "Don't believe it? You must have done a lot of tricks in the joint venture steam engine factory, but I promise that is useless. Because Luo Yaoguo can give benefits that no capitalist can refuse Sir Wen, how did you find the tin mine in Malaya?"
Wen Xian gritted his teeth, looked resentful, and said to himself: "Why should he tell me where is gold? Gold is more valuable than tin!"
The lights suddenly lit up on the river surface, and the gas lights on the special dock of the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau shine the cargo stack. The dock workers happily carried steel ingots with the words "Xuzhou Iron and Steel Bureau" printed on it - they are now holding wages that they never dared to imagine in the past. On the east bank of the Huangpu River, rows of newly built "tube buildings" have formed a newly built "workers' new village". With only 180 Taiping silver dollars, they can buy a small "two-bedroom apartment" and can also pay in installments, only 20 yuan a year.
"At most forty years, there will be a world war!" Friedrich gently patted the ship's side, "The capacity of the world market cannot afford the second industrial Britain, let alone the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom with twenty British sizes?"
A freighter flying the rice flag slowly passed by. Wen Xian vaguely saw a large converter twice as large as the Beisemai converter he saw at the Xuzhou Steel Plant, which was placed on the deck of the freighter.
Chapter completed!