Chapter 633? Xianfeng: This is an opportunity to establish a Western Navy in South America! (Please book, please vote)
"I wonder what His Highness the Southern King wants to say to Lehman Brothers, Morgan, Senator Davis and Senator O'Connor?" Xianfeng smiled and said with a smile on his face, "If it's convenient, can you tell me a brief first? Is it easy to make arrangements for me?"
Feng Yunshan nodded: "There is nothing that cannot be said. I just want to buy tens of thousands of tons of flour in the United States and transport it back to the Kingdom of Heaven... Zhao Si, can this be arranged?"
"What are you lucky?" Xianfeng was stunned.
"Transfer flour." Feng Yunshan said, holding his beard, "The Kingdom of Heaven has some shortage of food recently, so it's better to transport tens of thousands of tons back."
Xianfeng thought to himself: "You Guangdong bandits are really not able to govern the world. How many years have passed? You can't eat in China.
Want to buy flour from such a faraway America?
"What? Can't you do it?" Feng Yunshan looked at Xianfeng's face and frowned.
This is indeed difficult to deal with!
It's too far from the east coast of the United States to the coast of China. It's necessary to cross the Atlantic Ocean, Indian Ocean, and cross the South Ocean. It may not be possible to complete it in a few months. It's okay to transport some high-value goods, transport flour...\n. That thing is so cheap, it's obvious that it's a loss-making deal. Who will do it?
Moreover, Feng Yunshan wants a lot of goods, tens of thousands of tons! A large sailboat can only be equipped with a thousand tons, and tens of thousands of tons will require dozens of large sailboats...:...it is enough for a fleet! Wait, fleet!
Xianfeng's eyes lit up: Could this King Feng Nan want to help the future South America to build a Western navy? Or is it the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom rebelling! The terrain of South America is still different from that of Yunnan and Guizhou, and it is by the sea! Take the sea route and go to New York...:::.Does of large sailboats are stuffed into one battalion, and dozens of battalions land in New York at once, and seize the retreat of North America. Isn't this a win?
"It can be done!" Thinking of this, Xianfeng focused his attention, "It must be possible!"
Feng Yunshan nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, okay, you are such a pillar of the heavenly kingdom! He can go on with such a difficult task. Heaven wants talents like you...::.\n. Tell me about it, what do you plan to do?"
Hearing Feng Yunshan's words, Lei Laohu and Huang Shiren were a little worried that Zhao Si would not be talking nonsense, right?
"Your Highness," Xianfeng thought about it, "This can be done like this... If we rent dozens of sailboats and transport tens of thousands of tons of flour to China, it would be a loss..\n.:.\n.\n A sailboat travels to China will cost less than 20,000 US dollars. The freight for one ton of flour is twenty dollars, which is really a loss."
"It's a bit of a loss." Feng Yunshan frowned and he was unwilling to do this loss-making business, but he had no choice but to make Luo Yaoguo's instructions clear, and he had to transport several tons of flour to Shanghai at any cost, and to Shanghai in the name of Indian flour...:::.I really don't know what Luo Yaoguo is doing?
One ton of sixteen stones, tens of thousands of tons are hundreds of thousands to one million stones... If these spot flour really meets tens of millions of refugees from Shaanxi and Gansu, they can only last for half a month at most. However, they will have a great effect in a futures showdown.
Especially dozens of foreigners manipulated that flour shipped from India was claimed to be the theme of grain bulls in this futures showdown, so it has been too short! It is very likely to cause a large number of small and medium-sized bulls who follow the trend in the market to turn against each other...
"So we might as well set up an Atlantic-Pacific shipping company in the United States, buy dozens of second-hand sailing ships, specializing in Sino-US trade." Xianfeng suggested, "The money you lose in transporting flour from the United States to China can be filled with silk, tea, berberine, porcelain, Japanese lacquerware, and spices from South China."
"Buy dozens of second-hand boats? How much does it cost?" Feng Yunshan asked,
"A second-hand sailing ship costs 80,000 to $100,000," Huang Shiren replied, "This is still cheap! A few dozen sailing ships cost millions of dollars..."
Feng Yunshan frowned: "This is not possible. Not to mention whether we can make it back, we can't have that money in our account!"
"Your Highness, this money is not a problem." Xianfeng smiled, "The problem is that one Morgan, two senators, and three Lehmans believe that this deal can make a lot of money!"
"What does it mean?" Feng Yunshan looked at Xianfeng.
Xianfeng explained: "They are not ordinary people. :::..Now Senator Davis is called the Capitol Hill oil god, Senator O'Connor is called the Capitol Hill stock god, a famous figure in the Democratic and Republican parties. The one Morgan and three Lehman are also big shots in the New York financial circle. As long as they help promote together, someone will follow you immediately.
We really want to send a maximum of one million US dollars as startup capital, and the rest is not a problem. We can even let small boat owners with only one or two boats join. This will not take long before we can build the fleet."
"One million US dollars is also a lot!" Feng Yunshan scratched his head, "Is there so much money in the East Coast really agreed to send the account?"
Huang Shiren nodded: "Yes!"
"How is there?" Feng Yunshan was shocked.
Xianfeng explained with a smile: "It was all my subordinates who fooled me with the news from the Little Prophet."
Feng Yunshan looked at Xianfeng and said to himself, "Okay, there are some successors to worship God's religion! When I was a great god, it would be difficult to get to the sky for tens of thousands of taels. You can easily earn millions of dollars...:::. It's really a fucking talent."
"Okay!" Feng Yunshan patted Xianfeng on the shoulder, "Zhao Si, let it go!"
"Get order!" Xianfeng was overjoyed with Feng Yunshan's endorsement. He could finally let go of his hands and feet in the United States, and he had to send Davis, the "American Wu Sangui" to New York and Washington!
San Francisco, British Consulate.
Consul Wenxian took off his single-piece glasses and slowly wiped the lenses with a silk squid. When he was sure that the British consul in San Francisco had gone far, he looked at De Ling, who was wearing the red bishop's robe of the True Talk, and asked in Chinese with a Cantonese accent: "Biedo,
Are you really sure that Emperor Xianfeng of the Qing Dynasty fled from heaven to earth and came to the United States?”
If Wen Xian knew that he had asked such a question a few years ago, he would have thought he had changed his career and become a liar... :::. But now, as a senior official in charge of British magic affairs, he must say such jokes seriously.
"Sir Wen, I'm not sure about the emperor's escape from heaven, but I witnessed the emperor's affairs in heaven! Now the bishop of Changdao County on the east coast is indeed the emperor....\n. At least it looks like the emperor!"
De Ling took out a scroll from his arms and slowly unfolded it in front of Wenxian, Bai Siwen and Yuan Bao. The copper exhaust pipe of the steam chariot was emitting blue smoke on the yellowed rice paper. Sixteen pairs of iron-wood wheels rolled over the cloud patterns. The angel driving the car actually had the appearance of Master Daoguang.
"This is the "Type of Heavenly Father's Chariot" painted by the emperor." De Ling's Jingzizi is a straight and round character. He lightly taps the dragon pattern air valve on the top of the chariot with his index finger. "The emperor said that the steamed car in the sky is much more powerful than the one on the ground. There is no need to lay the rails, and it is not burning coal, but a kind of black oil!"
Wen Xian put on his glasses again and observed carefully. He noticed that the chassis of the chariot was engraved with seal script, which looked similar to the words on the seal of Chinese officials. He suddenly heard Bai Siwen and Yuan Bao beside him whisper.
"That's right, it's the emperor's handwriting!"
"The person who drove the car looked like the late emperor, Master Daoguang...::...Why did he become a coachman in the sky?"
"There are even more mysterious." De Ling then unfolded the second axle of the painting, and the steel wire spokes of a flying bicycle appeared on the rice paper. In the painting, the immortal official stepped on the "cloud wheel" and held the handlebars with both hands. There was a brass bell hanging under the handlebars. "This is the mount of the inspector of the Heavenly Censor. The emperor said that when the Tianjie Street was congested, the gods also needed to rattle the bell to open the way."
Yuan Bao's Adam's apple moved. This car looked similar to the one he rode when he saw Luo Yaoguo falling from the sky that day. It turned out that Luo Yaoguo was the censor in the sky...:::. It's not a small official, no wonder it's so powerful!
"De Ling!" Bai Siwen suddenly interrupted, "Did the Lord tell me how he escaped?"
"I said it, of course I said it!" Deling said, "He said that Hong Ni...
Wen Xian quickly interrupted: "You can't call him a ny...::.\n. That's Her Majesty's soul brother!"
"Oh, oh, it was the second brother of His Majesty the Queen and the eldest brother of His Majesty the Queen fighting in the sky, and the heavenly court was shaken. The stars were gone, and even the prison was broken, so he found a chance to sneak out."
De Ling has also grown up now. He has been a charlatan for more than two years. Now he is very skilled when talking about "myths".
"The queen's eldest brother is...\n." Wen Xian didn't understand and asked again.
"Duke Ji!" said De Ling, "That Duke Ji and King Hong Tian seem to be not very harmonious...\n::.\n:
What? Jesus and Hong Xiuquan are incompatible? It has not been said in the Bible...
Wen Xian waved his hand quickly: "Bissary, let us mortals not talk nonsense about this Jesus family...::. You should tell me if there is any evidence to prove that Xianfeng really came down from heaven."
"Yes! So much!" De Ling took out another letter from the East Coast and handed it to Wenxian with both hands. "Wen Juetu, look at this, this is the letter sent by the Emperor from New York. The letter said that he had helped the federal senator in Mississippi find oil in Pennsylvania, making Senator Davis earn a large sum of dollars. Now he has become a close friend of Davis... If there were no magic from heaven, how could the Emperor help Senator Davis find oil?"
"What? Emperor Xianfeng still learned magic?" Wen Xian said in surprise.
Bai Siwen and Yuan Bao were both excited and excited, so excited that they couldn't even speak.
If Xianfeng learned magic, would the Qing Dynasty hope to be prosperous again?
"Can this matter be fake?" De Ling smiled, "Sir Wen, you will know when you go to the East Coast to ask. Now Senator Davis is called the Capitol Hill Oil God!"
Chapter completed!