Chapter 608 Moore, let’s happily harvest the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom! (Please vote, please book)
The wheels of the carriage ran over the thick wooden boards on the newly built Waibaidu Bridge, which made Wen Xian's "Daily Shipping News" rustle. This is an English newspaper sponsored by an English merchant that was published last year. It is a daily newspaper issued by the Beihua Jiebao Pavilion, which opened in 1850. It is also one of the few foreign capital-controlled newspapers approved for issuance in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.
Luo Yaoguo was very strict with foreign newspapers, and the reason why he did not ban them all was mainly because the industry and commerce of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, especially the merchants who do import and export trade, needed some channels to understand the international market. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's own newspapers cannot bear such responsibilities at present, so they can only consent foreigners to run newspapers.
In addition to the bad news that the bankruptcy of Ohio Life Insurance and Trust Company in the United States caused financial panic, the most important thing that attracted Wen Xian's attention was that the French "psychologist" Pasteur discovered "silkworm bacteria" in the laboratory of the Jiangnan Pharmaceutical Bureau of Shanghai and proposed an effective "silkworm bacteria" detection method - killing the female moth after laying eggs and grinding the dead moth into paste juice, and observing under a microscope to find the diseased silkworm eggs. Although this detection method may cause disgust among silkworm farmers who believe in Buddhism and are unwilling to kill animals.
However, the Ministry of Revenue of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the Southern Zhili Farmers Association jointly announced the establishment of the Suhu Silkworm Bacteria Control Institute.
What makes the foreign journalists of "Daily Shipping News" a little unrestrained is that the acting patriarch Wei Changhui, the 60th generation of Zhang Tianshi, Zhang Jue, the 60th generation of Longhu Mountain, and Zen Master Kong Kongkong, the president of the Nanzhili Buddhist Federation, also jointly declared that the silkworm disease bacteria are demons, and that they must be completely eliminated according to the highest instructions of God, Jade Emperor, and Buddha! Anyone who protects silkworm disease demons will have to go down to the eighteen layers of Avici Hell after death. Alas, the three religions in this hell are united.
After reading the newspaper, Wen Xian lifted the brocade curtains and looked at the scenery on the north bank of the Suzhou River outside the car window: "Now it is a silk reel factory here. When I was an ambassador in Shanghai, there were rice fields, and now they have become silk reel factories. The raw silk exports in Shanghai must have grown a lot!"
Friedrich was recording the number of silk reel factories in Shanghai in his notebook. When he heard Wen Xian's words, he wrote in his notebook: "The increase in silk reel factories means that a large number of farmers in Jiangnan abandoned rice and planted mulberry trees. Although the income per mu can increase greatly, the grain self-sufficiency rate."
"This is a chronic disease of capitalism!" Moore hit the window frame with his pipe a few times and commented, "When the silk reel factory makes good profits, capitalists will rush forward, and overproduction will lead to a plummeting price of raw silk. These factory owners will abandon workers like they abandon their broken socks. Farmers who abandon rice and mulberry seeds will face the crisis of bankruptcy, and their mulberry gardens will not be able to turn back into rice fields immediately. Then unemployed workers and bankrupt farmers will have to face high food prices!"
"That's right!" Wen Xian seemed to have heard some good news, "This is the fatal point of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!"
Moore shook his head slightly, feeling that this crisis was not enough to defeat the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.
The carriage suddenly braked suddenly, and the coachman cursed and avoided the mule cart full of steel ingots. Wen Xian took the opportunity to point out the car: "But their industrial machines can no longer stop - these iron ingots transported from Xuzhou should have been sent to Jiangnan-Stephenson Steam Engine Manufacturing Company, which is a joint venture factory between Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau and Stephenson Company. The goal of the first phase of the project is to produce 250 steam engines per year."
When the carriage was parked outside the newly completed British consulate on the north bank of the Suzhou River, Bai Siwen interrupted in a sinister voice: "You British Empire wanted to amplify the Qing Dynasty at that time, but now even a steam engine in the Qing Dynasty cannot be built!"
When the cast iron gate of the British Consulate slowly opened, six unicycle convoys loaded with raw silk were passing by the door. Wen Xian, who had just gotten out of the carriage, looked at the six carriages of raw silk, tilted his head to Moore behind him and said, "Moore, how long will it take for China's raw silk production to have a serious surplus?"
"Jazz, are you asking about raw silk?" British Consul Charles Winchester warmly welcomed him. "Last year, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom exported more than 4,000 tons of raw silk. It is the absolute overlord of the international raw silk market. It is expected to exceed 5,000 tons this year!"
Wen Xian's civilized rod hit the granite steps heavily: "How could there be such a large market? Will it increase?"
"Yes!" Moore replied, "It will increase, and there should be a lot of room for growth!"
"Is that so? How can I tell?" The British consul looked at Mr. Moore and asked humbly - "Moore" is the name of a Jew! That is the smartest businessman!
"That's obvious," Moore explained, while moving his suitcase from the carriage to Indian servants who came out of the consulate, "Now every year, 110,000 people go to the United States, and more people go to Southeast Asia to earn a hundred times more wealth in foreign countries than in China. They are all consumers of Chinese silk, Chinese porcelain, Chinese tea, and various other Chinese-made goods. So you can't just consider the consumption of white people, but also the consumption of Chinese immigrants."
"It makes sense, and the analysis makes sense!" A middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a well-designed tuxedo walked out of the consulate, and Moore found his tuxedo embroidered with the Rothschilds badge.
"Nataniel Rothschild," the middle-aged man introduced himself, "from Britain."
Moore pointed to himself: "Moore, editor of Mercury."
Nathaniel Rothschild was stunned: "Mercury? That's it."
"Worker's newspaper!" Moore smiled, "but I am a friend of Prince Albert."
"Oh" Nathaniel Rothschild looked stunned.
In the consulate corridor, Bai Siwen suddenly stopped in front of the entire Jiangnan map: "Suhu is mature, the world's best now has to use Siamese rice to fill your stomach, right?"
The Winchester Consul glanced at Bai Siwen. He knew Bai Siwen when he was working in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs on Bai Hall Street and knew that he had a good relationship with Prince Albert. He nodded and said, "According to the information obtained by the consulate, the Siamese rice imported from Shanghai and Vietnamese rice are more than one year after year."
Moore exhaled a mouthful of smoke: "I seem to hear that northern Vietnam was occupied by the remnants of the Qing Dynasty!"
Winchester snorted: "The remnants of the Qing Dynasty exported 500,000 tons of rice to Shanghai this year, but a famine occurred in North Korea, Vietnam under their rule!"
"Why did the remnants of the Qing Dynasty export rice to Shanghai?" Friedrich felt a little surprised.
"In exchange for the Tianli three-year rifled gun and fire hat bullet produced by the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau, and 6 kilograms of smoothbore gun!" Winchester sneered, "The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom has no eternal enemy!"
Bai Siwen said lightly: "This shows that they are short of food and very, very short of food."
British Consulate in Shanghai, banquet hall.
Nathaniel Rothschild cut open the foie gras drizzled with brandy, dipped in the sauce to outline the curve on the plate: "The exchange rate of Taiping silver dollar against the pound has basically remained stable last year, and their gold reserves have also seen a certain increase."
"That's because the gold rush on the West Coast has increased," Moore suddenly interrupted, "It seems that there was a golden chart in California the previous year! King Luo Wu may have wanted to use this method to support the silver price."
Nathaniel clapped his hands with appreciation: "The analysis is good! So do you think he can hold the silver price?"
Moore shook his head: "It's hard." He glanced at Nathaniel, "Because your existence, why do you do this?"
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Wen Xian said: "Of course it is to combat the industrialization of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!"
Nathaniel was stunned for a moment, and then said a little embarrassedly: "Eight companies including HSBC Bank, Xuzhou Steel, Shanghai Pharmaceuticals, Kaiping Coal Mine, Jiangnan Manufacturing, Pacific Trade, Shipbuilding Merchants, Xuzhou Chemical Industry, etc. are preparing to issue stocks for financing. In addition, the Shanghai Stock Exchange has recently listed and traded 10-year Taiping Heavenly Government bonds, with a face rate of only 4.5%. Recently, the Ministry of Revenue of Taiping Heavenly Kingdom plans to discover a new bond."
"I understand!" Moore's eyes lit up, "You must force Taiping Bank, HSBC Bank, and real banks to raise interest rates to stabilize the price of silver by significantly lowering the silver price."
"That's right!" Nathaniel smiled, "When gold and interest rise, bonds and stocks will fall."
"But what if they don't raise interest rates?" Moore asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Food!" Friedrich suddenly answered, "The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom needs to import a large amount of food to maintain basic people's livelihood. This is their biggest fatal point, and there is no solution!"
Nathaniel laughed: "So as long as Indian grain prices rise and the exchange rate of Taiping silver dollar falls, grain merchants in Southeast Asia will give priority to transporting Siam rice and Java rice to Kolkata."
Moore frowned slightly: "At that time, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom will have to provide high rates to recover the silver dollars on the market to increase the exchange rate. You will suppress the stock market and bond market, create panic, and buy at a low price?"
Nathaniel suddenly stood up and bowed to Moore: "Carl Tianshi, are you interested in doing this with us? If you don't have cash on hand, I can ask the Rothschild Bank and the Vienna Bank to lend you some."
It turned out that Rothschild had already found out what kind of "Carl's Master" Moore was. He was waiting for the British consulate today to bring him into the venue to engage in financial harvests against the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom -Carl's Master, but John the Baptist turned around, enough to fight against the angel Luo Yaoguo, who was the prophet!
Before Moore could answer, Bai Siwen, who was standing beside him, interjected first: "Let me lend it too!"
"You" Nathaniel looked at Bai Swen and didn't know how to refuse for a moment.
Bai Siwen said leisurely: "I know there will be chaos in the northwest and big chaos. Is this news important enough?"
Chapter completed!